Breaking The Headboard.

breaking the headboard.

shoto, izuku, megumi, and gojo + female reader

smut, cursing, dom!reader for izuku (barely)

+ “you like that?” he whispered in your left ear, holding the back of your right leg to your chest with a bruising grip— letting the other dangle around his waist. “just a little more, i’m almost there babe!” you moaned, arching into him, ready to cum. “fuck, fuck- shit...”

todoroki shoto

he’s a little indifferent

and to be honest he doesn’t care, he’ll just buy you another

he’s got your ass hanging off the bottom of the bed, so every thrust shoots up your cunt and straight to the headboard. honestly, it was hot at first, the slamming on the wall matching his pumps— “so good sho, keep going, please don’t stop!”

you dug your nails into his hip bone and he let out a loud groan, grabbing your hips and making you meet his final few thrusts, and they were hard. making your head bounce off of the bed as you screamed at your insides being churned like butter

you didn’t hear a crack, you didn’t hear half of the headboard fall onto the floor, and hell— you really didn’t give a fuck

bakugou katsuki

embarrassed embarrassed embarrassed

he would usually be cocky but he usually controls himself better than that…

“fuck yes, baby!” you drawled, clawing at his thighs which were slapping harder and harder onto your own— undoubtedly leaving a bruise. “mhm, like that?” he grinned as a bead of sweat from his eyebrow swept over his jawline and dropped onto your cheek.

his hips were catching a cramp, but he didn’t want to disappoint you, so he placed a hand on top of the headboard and pushed through. while nearing your orgasm, you clenched around him, he couldn’t fucking take it.

“yes like that, just like th-” your orgasm was cut off by a loud explosion and his hips coming to a halt. “suki’ what the fuck?” you were used to his hands sweating and him letting off small explosions to regulate it— but they were never that loud.

when you turned to see what he was staring at, you were at a loss for words and he was beet fuckin’ red.

midoriya izuku

baby he’s horrified with you

if he was going hard enough to break your headboard, what about you?

“keep going zu’, being so fucking good for me!” you moaned, wrapping a hand around his head and one around his waist to pull him against you. from there, only his hips moved, pounding your pretty cunt with all he had— which was a lot.

“izu, izu, izu!” you chanted, and on the last it finally broke. you urged him to continue, waving the accident off but he insisted on pulling out and pushing your legs up to your chest and checking if your pussy was hurt or too swollen.

“i’m sorry baby, i got too exited.” // “izuku, i’m fine.”

fushiguro megumi

keeps hammering your cunt

what? was a broken headboard supposed to stop his nut?

the headboard was slamming against the wall, slamming. megumi’s anger was slowly being sucked away by your cunt, so warm and tight around his dick. he couldn’t help but go harder and faster, spilling curses every few second.

“g-god fuck…” “y/n, ughh…” “fuck me…” he whines loudly as the headboard splits. your mouth drops and you began to sit up, fushiguro groaned and pulled your legs to plop you back down.

“that can wait, lemme’ cum in your pussy first, please?”

gojo satoru

already happened twice, you never knew peace again

he will forever bring those moments up

“take it all baby, yeah~” he settles his forehead against yours and moans in your face. your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum painting your insides, “so good gogo’” he chuckled at the dumb nickname as you caressed his back muscles.

“what do you wanna ea-” “let me break your headboard agai-” “no.”

Incorrect MHA-22 (Y/n+Tododeku)

Y/n: Okay here comes Izuku, do you remember the plan?

Todoroki: Yes, I'll greet him and follow exactly what you say through the earpeice.

Y/n: Perfect now go get some dick

Todoroki: Hello Midoriya

Deku: Oh hi Todoroki

Y/n: Tell him you have beautiful eyes.

Todoroki: [whisperes] Okay [normal voice] I have beautiful eyes.

Y/n: [smaks forehead]

Izuku: Yeah, they're really beautiful. They're actually what I like the most.

Y/n: Don't know how that worked but anyway.....Tell him 'it's kind of a shock no one has asked you out considering the fact how handsome you are.' Got it? and don't mess this up

Todoroki:[whispers] Got it. [normal voice] It's kind of a shock one has asked me out considering how handsome I am.

Y/n: This mission is fucked.

Izuku: [smirks lightly] Then let me take care of that for you. Todoroki would you like to go out with me?

Todoroki: Of course

Y/n:...

Y/n: Someone explain to me HOW THE FUCK DID THAT WORK IN HIS FAVOUR?!

I am so in love with Turning Red that I drew fanart of it even while we were making it haha! Boarding on this show was the best, most fun experience I’ve had working in animation. I’m so proud of Domee and all my friends who worked together to make exactly what we wanted to see!

Trivia from Turning Red (2022) dir. Domee Shi (insp)

Art by  curlypoteto

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

UNHAPPY BULLY

SERIES PART 5-7

Warning: May contain triggering content, bullying, sensitive topics, and other stuff you might not like. Errors might be present, please don't mind them. Enjoy!

Summary: Your bully slowly tries to take control of your life, at home, at school, for you.

Chapter 1

Word count: 5.5k

There are about 10 to 12 chapters to go if you missed the first part, please read that before this one. Thank you for reading.

"Why did you come back?"

Disputed her apprehensive mother, blinking in bewilderment, widely observing her daughter's features contorted in a sort of inexplicable emotion. She slowly removed her shoes, evading her mother's concerned eyes, eyebrows furrowed at her small rebellion. Swiftly considering her words, the young girl reasoned.

"My stomach started hurting very badly midway, so I returned. I'm sorry I didn't think I would be able to handle the pain all day at school." She said, all while glancing away from the woman when she could, frowning lips pressing inwards, as nervousness bubbles up.

Her mother's expression altered a bit, before revamping into irritation, "I told you to take those medicine! Why didn't you?" She whispered yelled at the meek girl, head slightly bend down in contrition.

"I didn't think it would start to hurt again."

She tried her hardest to fake it, just accepting one day's worth of absence was going to reduce her raging anxiety. It would only grow, but she was a good person, she doubtingly believes that this will steer past her and she would retain normalcy.

Her mom sighs, closing her eyes disappointingly, saying, "you better take those medicine now." Demanded the oldster.

She mindlessly obliged.

Trying to damage control what her fit of distress landed her on.

She watches the clock tick, dressed in black and white, hairs let loose, suddenly sighing and glancing at her tapping feet, stopping herself upon noting. It was four o'clock.

In honesty, she was simply dawdling for the time when her bully would call, mandating proper information, threatening, even after she blocked his number, who's to say, he wouldn't attempt to contact again, with different numbers, so if she could somehow assume his time pattern, preventing it would be easier, leave her phone turned off.

In her earlier state of misplaced courage, she went online on insto, took his account out of the blacklist, and graze through his texts. Most of them were his normal, ridiculing comments meant to poke fun at her confidence and self-esteem, near obsessing over his book, that was petty, she'd thought to herself.

The most recent ones were from yesterday, in big bold letters, ruling she unblock him and talked, unlike a coward.

Reaching the bottom, she is surprised to find new ones, she browses the fresh text, only ten minutes late in viewing it, this particular text from him stood out more than the others, more so in her eyes.

'You did not come today either, what? Are you scared, loser...'

She waited, observing the text buddle buff, she quickly discerns it.

'I saw you today.'

For such easy words, it had a significant impact on the strategy she perceived and phrased things, her eyes mildly widened, her will to continue just seemed to be sapped away the longer she decided to remain.

'At least, you unblocked me. Loopy, I'm asking, where is your house.'

She made the mistake of reading it, now she felt like turning back meant more consequence than ease of satisfaction.

'You didn't change your house after you met me right? It's still the same, isn't it?'

She didn't comprehend what she was experiencing at that moment, irrational fear? Dread? Knowing she was bound to lose the happiness in her home, once he tries to step in. It's game over for her.

Quickly she typed.

'No, it's not. We shifted.'

She lied.

'Oh? Is it? I thought for sure it was that grey house I passed by the other day, you sure?'

Her heart dropped.

'It's that one, right?' He pressured, he was toying with her, she too insisted.

'No, it's not, why do you wanna come? It's the White House.' she lied again, acting to keep it cool. 'I'm fine really! Thanks for your concern.' She typed, saw that her message was received and sighted, he did not reply.

The chat room was silent. She unwillingly relaxed, the tension lowering. Only to spike up rapidly after he replied.

'Who are you trying to fool?'

Now it was her opportunity to turn a blind eye and flee. She deleted the app and held her aching head, comprehensive about going to school the next day.

She didn't know how time escalated so quickly, because the moment she woke up, pessimistic thoughts are prepared and ready to shove her to the brink of paranoia, for a short while, she persisted in that exact position, staring at the ceiling as if she non-verbally pleaded enough, it would all be over. She didn't want to go yet.

It went on for a minute or so.

"Get up! Why are you still in bed sweetie, you are always up before I can say something." Her mother suddenly entered and softly scolded.

She looked at her with open eyes.

"What's wrong?" Her mother asked.

She slowly glanced away, uttering, "nothing, I'll get up now." That's what her mom needed to hear, departing from her room and leaving her daughter by herself.

She peered down, unblinking.

Her thoughts were frightening.



She felt out of it.

Hunching over in her seat, head on the desk, arms wrapped around to keep safe, noises around seeming dull, distant like she wasn't mentally present to perceive the weird looks her classmates threw at her form. Her homesickness somehow amplified upon heeding the voice she was seeking to deter.

"Looks like you finally worked up the courage to come back." He abjectly spoke with an underlying tone of hostility.

She stayed still. Not responding.

"You should have seen yourself running, didn't know you were such a weakling." He ridiculed, sarcastically reciting her spontaneous decision.

She heard him take a deep breath, footsteps nearing her, abruptly yanking her curled arm and forcing her to make direct eye contact. Catching sight of his vexed face her expression opposite of his, fear.

"What? Are you that scared of me now? Why are you looking at me that way?" He said it as though he was relishing it, savouring her shift in behaviour.

She contemplated, still adamant about conserving her sanity.

"Come on, speak up! Can't you speak now?" He taunted once more, throwing her hand down and grimacing at her disturbed features. She kept her eyes on him, not allowing any reaction to appear out of her.

"So then, where's your home?" He asked with a bitter smirk, she gritted her teeth and fingers loosely enclosing.

She did not respond yet again.

Irking her bully.

"What? You not gonna answer?" He said, moving closer and leaning forward.

"Did you accidentally hit your head or what?" He continued regardless of her silence. Though the break was about to expire soon. "If I don't get a reply, I'm really going to trash your notebook and spread all sort of rumours for you." He darkly whispered, glaring at her.

Hesitantly, silently, she answered.

"The grey one."

He smiled in victory.

"Guess you care about your reputation, after all, you missed a lot of homework, why don't I help you, what do you say?" He closed the distance between them, observing her eye to eye. Daring her to say no.

She bent her head down, not looking into his blood-red wide eyes, her eyes slightly watered. Softly muttering.

"Okay."

After class, he loitered around the campus, not wanting her to flee without him, so even if she managed to get home without being spotted, he'd come either way. Make her life a little more miserable, make her regrets more potent, make her question and delude herself into thinking, she's the bad guy.

She should let someone know, her parents, someone with proficient knowledge to help her, make her understand what she is supposed to do, without falling into his trap and submissively let him take the charge to dissuade conflict.

Walking with his strangely calm deception rendered her dismayed, was this his odd way of friendship, liking? Or was he just a misunderstood person who needed guidance to adjust his habits?

Either way, she wasn't going to be the one.

Leading him to her haven, her one place to reside and ease out of stress and suffering, he'd be the one to arrive and ruin it, like everything. She didn't want to let him near her house, to further harass her in the future, bully her into compliance.

As much as he troubled her, she wanted to forget and forgive and move on, not forgive and forget like nothing hadn't happened, he'd have to repay one day or another, be taught he's in the wrong and should hope to improve without any arrogance.

Because he'd shut her up if she said anything right to direct him. As if he thought she was making herself appear wiser, more knowledgeable, more stronger than him. He hates that.

Striking in deep thoughts, letting negativity boil inside without a proper outlet, it strives to brew. She realized it, when they stopped, in front of her house, she's done for.

"Our class teacher wanted me to tutor her in maths." He'd lie to her mother's face, saying it in such a firm formal voice she's never heard him use.

Her mother's eyebrows furrowed, glancing at her meek daughter, who said nothing and stood at her spot, not addressing her inquisition gaze.

"Oh, that's great, thank you for helping my daughter, she's very quiet." She laughed, welcoming the youngsters inside, into their lounge, chartering their unexpected guest to sit.

"Dear! Don't leave our guest alone, talk with him, I'll make some snacks." Her mom whispered, urging her to take off.

She loudly drew in a deep breath, glancing at the blonde's head from the entrance, he stared at her the entire time she entered and sat down to the opposite of him. Bitter face with a frown and a pair of dull eyes, it was a tense juncture, she mostly did not let her gaze settle on him for more than a second, folding her arms and closing the gap between her legs.

He did not speak up either, intensely studying her, only diffusing it after noticing her mother welcome herself with a smile and a tray with juice and cookies.

"Please help yourself, what's your name?" She politely asked, sitting on a chair between the two. He answered, "...Katsuki bakugo."

The mother happily grinned, chatting some more, "so how's my daughter in class? She doesn't talk much, does she?" She jokingly inquired. He smirked and that could be perceived as a smile if they didn't know.

"Yeah, she's shy." He said.

She picked up on the mocking expression caching in his voice, as he glanced at her and back to her mother.

"Oh! Please do take care of her, I'll be going now, study hard kids." She sweetly enunciated and took her cue to retire for work.

The young girl struggled to keep her beating heart in stillness, her air locked inside her lungs, lips slightly trembling.

She thought.

She could overcome this with sufficient willpower.

He glared at her during her mother's absence, wordlessly advising her to come closer.

She looked up and said.

"I'll go get my notebook."

The compartment was peaceful, dangerously tranquil, the sunlight had drowned down, casting the room in a dim atmosphere. The weather out the room had deviated, skies dark, as though it is bound to pour soon.

Two youngsters sitting beside each other with very little space, and even less chatting wordlessly minded their own business. The younger one nervously caressed her fingers and reached out for a small sip, the male glared at the girl stiffly gulp down her fruity juice, studying her from the corner of his vermillion eyes, the white cookies with black spots looking just as appealing as the shade of the beverage.

The blonde boy disapprovingly looks away, placing his elbow on the hand of the crouch and sloping his head on a closed fist.

"Don't you like biscuits?" She suddenly implored, trimming the borderline awkward air in the hall.

"No, I don't like anything sweet." He grumbled, answering without a thought.

"Oh. I see." She didn't wish to know him so she did not ask for anything else. Until she realized something, somewhat rudely inquiring.

"When will you leave?"

His face showed all the anger she required to infer, irritated by her pageant of revolt. Harshly and plainly, he said near her.

"I'm not leaving yet."

Her face now hardened, narrowing her eyes at his disgruntled attitude, saying, "won't your mom be upset if you arrive home late?" She questioned, he leaned back into the sofa, "if you are trying to get rid of me, nice try, I'm not going so soon, not until I've made something clear." He sternly finished.

That earned him a puzzling rise of her eyebrows, "that is?"

"You shouldn't talk back to me. Ever." He senselessly demanded, expecting to add more to his statement, he sourly carried on.

"Don't ever question me either." He stated, swiftly turning his face from her sight and grumpily scowling at the painted white walls. She internally opposed but otherwise didn't say anything outwards to her bully in the house.

Both did not discourse any opinion for a short while. Heart thumping, and hands thoughtlessly clenched.

Steadily, raindrops chimed from the surface, the aroma of damp mud and water encompassing the area, visibly the frazzled party eased up, eyes directed towards the wide glass window offering a look outside the undisturbed home, the female saddened gaze softened, forgetting who she was with, what she was doing, what she has been attempting to prevent.

It was an unspoken mutual coalition to remain still. Watching the dewdrops tumbling from the gloomy blue.

And then, it seemed like everything was okay. At least to her.



The next forenoon, it was showering, the climate frigid and parkways drenched with water, she wore stockings, it didn't help much, took her orange-red umbrella, bouncing the rain off as she wandered to school, briefly discerning the bright-lit shops on the route, illuminated signs and flashy tunes leaking out of the closed doors.

Broad groups of people espousing their way to work, fewer students like her, she disliked needing to go school at the moments like these, wanting to relish in quietness with the rain, a cup of cocoa milk but concluded everyone must be thinking the same. On a cold day, she just wants to relax and not step out with extra coatings or additional layering of clothes.

Plus, her institute appeared depressing.

"Class! Do not play in the rain when school ends, you'll catch a cold." Advised the middle-aged man, planting a gruff gaze into everyone's mind, but, don't they do what they are not supposed to? It was the first class, in their going to be a long day at their bleak school, she couldn't focus because it was so frosty and she felt like falling asleep right there and then.

Today she got fortunate and sat back, behind the greenette, behind his mumbling voice. It was sorta bothering, kinda not, she wasn't concentrating in the first place, to begin with.

Now, she could progress through without having to look at Katsuki during class hours. It was bliss. She was silently thanking the black-haired girl who called her underwear out and sorta commenced to dislike her certainty, the girl had already settled in her seat upon entering, and bitterly demanded she took her seat instead. The reason being, her distant friend.

Jokes on her, she was perfectly content with seating away from her blonde bully.

In addition, the greenette was a considerable help as he muttered aspects she missed and worked as a copying agent for her. Not trying to take unfair advantage, what she was hoping to drag across was that she loved this seat. And loving it would be too much of an understatement.

Silently, she poked a finger at the timid boy, blinking with anticipatory eyes, he faced her within a second, staring at her with a wide gape.

"Can you give me your notebook real quick? I did not write the solution earlier, please." She requested and he eagerly incited, quickly handing her his and she, hers. Just so they couldn't be suspected by their prying teacher.

She had shamefully done that a couple of times throughout the day.

She was extremely unenthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to the chaos about to concoct under their nose.

"Dude, I saw your girlfriend and Deku exchange notes!" One of his side-buddies exclaimed out-of-the-doors. The blonde boy instantly veered around with an irate glint.

"Huh?" He taunted.

The talking boy spreading news halts for a moment, nervously chuckling and proceeding with a second thought.

"Your girlfriend... And deku sharing notebooks..." He sounded like he was questioning himself.

He grimaced, uttering nothing of significance and moving to descend the stairs. The friend simply stood there, watching the blonde abandon him.

Back in class, the young girl was dozing on the desk. Being pruned off by a hand, shaking her torso, she drowsily looked up at grey eyes, an unpleased expression, and downright glaring at her form.

"What?" She whispered asked, closing one eye to focus on the female.

"We need to talk." The girl replied.

She indolently dismantled her spoken speech, noticing the defensive posture her classmate was posing, she inquired, "about what?"

"About everything."

With that, not letting her respond she walked away from her table and crossed the threshold of their classroom. She didn't even look back at her.

She glanced over at her friend and raised a question. "What was that about?"

The boy shyly looked away.

She had forgotten to ask when, where, what, and the girl didn't even say it herself.

So, eventually, throughout the classes.

She had forgotten.

After school, she was just about to exit the classroom, hoping to ceremoniously bypass her two gossiping classmates unspotted and not have her solace be snatched away from her. Just as she is celebrating her successful withdrawal without any needed speech, the two females grin and loosened up their sugarcoated words. "Sweetheart! We've been waiting for you!" they shouted in the hallway, catching up to her retreating form, just about to sprint. 

"So your lover's friends asked us to take you to the karaoke. We insist that you join us!" the white-haired girl exclaimed, invading her personal space. She instantly leaned backwards, fluttering her eyes, their fake modest expression sending all sorts of alarms. 

"Uh... Thanks but I'd rather go home and take some rest." She truthfully confessed, imposing a semi-fake smile, perceiving their attitude wavered, she learned they were expecting something.

"What? That's so lame though, you should come with us instead, it would be so much more fun." They muttered, sulked by her denial. That must have impaired their ego.

"Thanks, I appreciate it but I'd stay at home." She said, immediately removing her smile upon displaying her broad back and receding out of the scene.

They shortly dropped their grins as well.

EARLIER THAT DAY

"Hey ladies, think you up for a challenge?" Dared the boy, one of katsuki's side-buddies, hands in their pockets, a flirtatious glint and a cunning smirk, shoulders slumped.

The two girls, one entering a defensive posture faced the boys, narrowed cyan stern eyes, the other female aside her, has an enthusiastic gleam on her face.

"And what's that?" She jovially asked, mischievously glowing at the sight of synthetic drama.

"Getting katsuki's girlfriend to come to the karaoke." They countered. Amassing themselves an astound pair of eyes.

"That chick? She's so shameless, why do you wanna make this bet anyway?"

"Cause we thought we could be generous to let you in some drama, you know, make some friends and enemies among the way."

They blinked, and then it linked.

"You mean, she doesn't know that he considers her his girlfriend?" They assumed, clearly swerving towards scepticism.

The boys laughed, saying sharp words with a smile that amuses the females.

"He's a lovesick puppy for her at this point, the poor guy thinks he's the best or something, too bad she gonna hate him more, come on, we can cause some mayhem!" They encouraged with mislaid motivation.

The girls glanced at each other and then proceed to near them, smiling in sound agreement.

Quite unfortunate, that their plans wouldn't succeed in the end.

She ambled homeward, neutral idiom, watching down her moving dark shoes, mind at peace, content with her conclusion to not indulge in the unsavoury activity. Her features washed in orange hues, hairs kept open to freely roam with the gratifying breeze, cooling her ample skin, and just reduced all grudges from her head.

But only to be abruptly discontinued, by a stone no larger than an eraser.

She pivoted her pointy gaze at the person and was not surprised to discover her bully louring and closing in on her with palpable malice, she meekly shouted, "why are you here?" Just to receive a soft blow to the arm by his bag, grasped in his veiny fist.

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?"

He sneered, she simply held her tongue, ratifying him a hasty glare and shifting back to pursue her trail towards home.

He scorned her attitude and intentionally followed behind her.

She glanced, then sough.

"You don't have to come and tutor me every day, you know." She started, her initial maintained ease just slipping out of her custody. He smirked, saying.

"I heard you were needing a lot of help from a nerd today." She curtly paused her thoughts, eyeing him sideways.

"Well, I was having trouble hearing from the back." She replied, and told an untruth.

He seemed smart enough to ask.

"Then why did you switch places." He dictated an ethical explanation for her very sudden reversal of actions.

She nonchalantly responded, "it wasn't me who wanted to change it, it was that black-haired girl, who out of the blue wanted to have my seat instead."

"Black-haired chick? And you did it for her?" He stressed his displeasure, head tilting in and a firm downside smile.

"She didn't give me a choice." She frankly just gave him a direct answer, no beating around the bush and conveying the facts without a thought.

He visibly grimaced.

His blonde hair invaded her vision.

Board shoulders, leaning back to her occupied desk, the space in-between had diminished, his chair right behind her table, with much she shifted backwards and allow some invisible wall to subsist, she fought to urge to hold in her shaky breath. His signature fragrance of roasted sugar, sweat, and the underwhelming smell of oranges mixed in had her stomach-churning unpleasantly.

His elbow suddenly plopped on her notebook as he smirked imagining her distraught features, glaring holes straight through his skull. The teacher had yet to say anything, excessively involved in his desultory lecture.

She aimed to push his arm off the furniture, but he simply flashed her a glare and replaced them the same. Advising not to attempt anything of sorts, this had to top off as the worse day at school. For her.

Only for her.

She expectantly docked at school, with an idea of sitting in the far-seats, admiring the greenette's blob of hair, dishevelled, his slumped posture, vigorously writing down notes and points throughout the day, perkily furrowing her eyebrows to heed whatever she had neglected. On the other hand, her bully never did any of those, perching in his chair like he controlled the place, not bothered to document anything of less significance.

He forced her to sit, she insisted on saying 'no' but the pressure he used on her to yank her down and hit her ankle in the process prevented her from returning to her spot, and her one-day seat had already been taken. She'd miss it dearly.

She was stuck with him now.

Indolently, glancing at the platform thinking what else she could do or reflect upon, the class felt it had been going on for an hour, no spoken words remained inside her head and the irascible person before her had sapped off her energy to endure.

A hand tapped her shoulder, facing towards her right, she glimpsed at a crumpled sheet being handed to her, she took it.

Wordlessly, straightening it outwards, she begins to comprehend the contents.

'You didn't come yesterday.'

The first sentence started as such.

'You forgot it, didn't you? Should have expected it from you, you are shameless, after all, bet it was enjoyable getting so much attention on your underwear.'

Her heart missed a beat, her eyes demurely softening, lips curling down, gone stiff.

'I don't get why you are so oblivious, why can't you just leave? Those two days that you weren't present, were the most peaceful day in my life!'

Gradually, she could feel the hatred oozing off that girl, her willpower took a hard hit, tears to assemble mere seconds away.

'You see, I have so much more to tell! It's private, but you can know. I'm being very generous.' It finished, signed.

Aoi Yoshikawa

She quickly shoved it inside her pocket, watching the time lane as her mind goes unfeeling. So many thoughts, she had to mentally shut down for a while. Ineffectively dismissing the blonde.

During the lunch break, she confronted the girl, with grey eyes, raven hairs, and a pose that strikes her as conceit.

She looked at her, immodestly studying her practiced composure. Aoi smiled.

"Glad to know I got through you now, why don't we talk elsewhere?" The girl suggested, she shook her head. Declining her offer, saying, "it would be better if we talk here itself, I mean what's wrong with that? Have you been telling him about everything I wore or did?" She contested.

Aoi's face grew bitter, lips tightly sealed and tugged down, she removed her resting crossed leg, and pressed herself closer.

"What if I had?" She joked.

Her eyes narrowed at the smirking girl, who seemed thrilled by her affliction.

"I could get you into trouble."

The girl glared up with distrust, contempt, rubbing her lips and scowling at her outline.

"As if. Then I could get you into trouble as well, besides, your secret relationship is bound to get you in a serious problem, don't you think?" The girl simpered.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about? I don't have any romantic relationships with anyone, are you going to fabricate a lie in hopes of getting yourself in trouble." she swiftly retaliated, folding her hands and grimacing down at her disapproving tactics. Feet firmly glued to the ground, densely holding onto her skin, clamping her raging negative notions.

"Yeah right, you sick freak. As if you aren't being intimate with your bully right now." she dolefully replied, gratuitously inculpating her, assuming she was overfond with her tormentor, with her bully, with Katsuki.

The disturbed glint had overstayed its welcome, her mouth slightly open, her face unable to conceal the shock and appal, because whatsoever did aoi or her entire classmates think of them, lovers were far from it, they were two coins of different currencies, they did not resemble nor is his degrading manners an affectionate gesture towards her or anyone, so what gave them the right to accuse her? What gave them a reason to think they were partners.

Eyebrows twist inwards, shallow inhales hastily drawing in and out, dipping her arms to the sides, she slowly begins to talk. Staring directly into the girl's grey eyes, wide and cautioning her to step back and re-evaluate her scurrilous words she quipped.

"What part of your claims seems right?" she lowly muttered, inclining forward to further exert her demanding glare. Tilting her face when no answer had greeted her ears, jutting her chin onward. "What part of it seemed right? I need to know," she stressed, her voice dangerously pitching up toward the end of her speech, shifting tones, the look in her stare prompting the girl to prevent meeting eyes.

"Because every day he tortures me, he steals away my peace, to gain a little pleasure. If you thought we were more than that, you need to get your head checked."

At that moment, it didn't occur to Aoi to list why she had guessed it according to the rumours, a so-called secret relationship, between the bully and his girlfriend.

And she had to look away to think, had she unknowingly invaded her classmate's privacy to a boyfriend who wasn't even a friend. After she traded so many things about her, to him, without ever questioning why, why did she do that?

Also, gave him the exact address of her home after he asked to know 'where she lived' she thought was out of concern, wanting to see her. Prior to handing him so many more of her stolen goods, just to save her own skin. Had she caused this?

Was she in the wrong, all along?

It was odd how she never thought how bizarre his teasing was, all, while she was under the disgusted impression of them both taking abrupt strides towards a very close relationship, doing intimate things, doing things most, wouldn't at their age. She was manipulated, threatened.

Whatsoever did he do with the items he made to steal from her classmate, her notebooks, her hairband, her likes, dislikes, how she looks without any clothes on in the changing room, most recently, wanting her to go to her house and get the things he requested.

Her notions had deformed into guilt, reduced to a loathing being.

She should have known he'd made her do it, cause of his pride. Cause he'd ruin his reputation.

Both of them were glad, the blonde's presence was not current in the room.

The tension had accumulated between them. There's no denying that.

But on the girl's part, the most prominent feeling was remorse.



She arrived home.

Exhausted, drained, saddened, and on the brisk path to her bedroom, ceasing upon listening to a certain ringtone, circling inside her space, she hesitantly entered, eyeing her chiming phone, vibrating on the table, coupled with books, and a box like-lamp. She closed the distance, peered down at the caller ID and found his name.

Her heart dropped, dragging herself back and allowing the buzzers to go unanswered, ignored, and muted. Staring at the phone from across her bed till it goes quiet again, only to impede the peace by a loud knock on the door, she promptly stood up, quickly racing down to stop her mother from receiving the door and granting her bully the permit to step inside.

"Mom! Mom!" She urged, clasping both her hand on the elder's shoulder and physically halting from making any movement towards the entrance.

"Don't open the door!" She said with a hushed manner, eyes blown wide and frantic. "What? Why?" Her mother inquired, astonished, plainly gawking at her hyper daughter.

"Because I don't want him to come and torture me again.!" Reasoned she, frowning, lips deeply curled down, panic written all over her utterance.

"Torture? What are you talking about?" Her mother slightly rose her voice, observing her daughter's eyes anxiously dart to the door, breathing in and out rather fast.

"Is it your classmate who tutored you?"

She stifled, swallowing and incapable of steadying her gaze. "Please... Please just say I've gone out or sleeping." She begged with a whimpering voice, taking in a facile puff of air through her mouth.

Her mother silently watched, pacing to the door as the banging intensified while the girl booked it to her room, softly slamming the door shut and settling on her bed, her heart pounding and her stomach stirring dreadfully, she felt like throwing up.

The muffled noises of two voices taunted her senses, she couldn't focus on calming down and gathering her turbulent thoughts, simply hunching and bending her head, hands retained between her thighs, her foot impatiently tapping the floor. Uneasiness brimming to the top, she had disregarded her need to herself take in a deep breath.

She slowly inched towards the window, after the ambience had lowered, instantly capturing the sight of him, dressed in casual clothes, striding ahead to leave the area, abruptly ceasing in his tracks. She couldn't see what he was doing with his back turned, but eventually, he bought the phone to his ears, indicating he was calling her again.

She didn't check nor did she get up to purely confirm it, his body language was clear, he was getting frustrated. She had dodged his advances to walk her home by pretending to stay back at school and sneaking out via the lower classroom windows, practically throwing her bag over the cement fence and struggling to land on the other side after she used boxes to boost herself up.

It wasn't a terrible idea, it had its undeniable flaws.

He had come near to catching her red-handed once, he was smart and loitered the floors to get a hold of her after discovering her missing.

He was probably about to get harsh with her if he caught her, in her house though.

He's at a disadvantage.

He glared in her direction, breathing heavily. Thinking how he was going to make her day-to-day operations worse.

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