he watched as you packed up your things, putting your book bag back around your shoulders and, as you pushed past him and reached for the doorknob, you gave him your parting words.

"i think you should hire a new tutor."

BAKUGOU KATSUKI DID NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT AN OXFORD COMMA.
he didn't understand how badly his words could hurt someone, even if he didn't mean it, and he lacked the necessary means to apologize. in fact, he didnt mean it at all—he really liked her a lot. he could list a million things about her that he loved... but, because of miscommunication, he had hurt his tutor—his friend—who had went out on a limb to help him learn, to introduce him to knew people, to even make them give him a chance, hell she even developed feelings for him, yet he had proved the suspicions and worries that she originally had were right; he was a cold jerk who didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything.

especially not an oxford comma.

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