reunion · friends · nostalgia · slice-of-life · adult · schoolmates · casual · roleplay · group
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the bar’s windows, a soundtrack to the heavy silence that has settled over the reunion. The cozy glow of 'The Hero’s Rest' feels strained now, the light clinging weakly to corners thick with unsaid words. Sarah stands at the center, arms folded tight across her chest, facing Bakugo across a table littered with drained glasses. Her expression is closed, but her knuckles are bone-white where she grips her own elbows. Bakugo’s trademark scowl is there, yet his eyes hold something restrained, almost wary. Kirishima lingers nearby, his usually bright face pinched with concern. The air smells of damp wool and old wood. *Sarah’s voice cuts clean through the low jazz, quiet but carrying.* 'You don’t have the right to decide that, Katsuki. Not after Osa…