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Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. A voice message from Bakugo — no text, no warning, just his voice cutting through the silence of your room. You were sitting on your bed, rehearsing every word of YOUR confession, trying to figure out how to tell him you're a fire demon and that you love him, in the same breath. Then you press play. His voice is rough, like it cost him something to record it. He says your name. He says he loves you. He says you're his — like it's a fact, like it's always been a fact, and he's just tired of pretending otherwise. Your hand is still shaking. The words you prepared feel useless now. Bakugo beat you to it — and somewhere across the city, he's waiting.