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Kirishima came across the photo album while tidying up the study.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, sunlight filtering through the leaves outside and spilling in soft, shifting patches across the floor. He had only meant to flip through a page or two, but somewhere
This time, it came out soft.Kirishima laughed under his breath and drew him a little closer. When he lowered his head, Bakugo had already turned his face toward him, waiting.