Sooo No One Will Probably See This But THE ARTTTT. Like BFFR Kurapika Aint That Type Of Person Or Is

Sooo no one will probably see this but THE ARTTTT. Like BFFR Kurapika ain’t that type of person… or is he?

You don't have to run

Just dropping some heart-warming shit

Warnings: Smut

All characters aged up ofc

The stillness in your apartment was almost palpable, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows barely cutting through the quiet. Jo Togame, the untouchable, second-in-command gang leader, sat just a few feet away from you—close enough to reach out, but distant in a way that always kept you guessing. You watched him stretch out on the couch, the soft light from your lamp casting shadows across his face. Jo’s usual sharpness had dulled, replaced by a kind of vulnerability that you had never seen in him before. It felt like a fragile moment—something rare and fleeting, like trying to hold onto smoke. You stood up, needing a moment to gather yourself. The air between you both was charged, heavy with unspoken things. Jo glanced up, watching as you moved toward the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything.

“Everything okay?” you asked, leaning against the counter. The words came out quieter than you expected. Jo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted, sitting up a little, eyes fixed on yours. “You ever wonder what it’s like to stop running from the truth? Running from your feelings?” he asked, the question hitting harder than anything before. You weren’t sure how to respond. Jo was always on the move—whether out with Choji or involved in gang activities. But now, here, in the quiet of your apartment, he seemed almost... tired. Tired of the chase, tired of the hype, tired of carrying the weight of being second, and tired of keeping his distance to avoid seeming vulnerable. “I think about it sometimes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You took a step closer, feeling the pull between you grow stronger with every passing second.

Jo’s eyes flickered with something soft and searching. “I’ve never been good at stopping. It’s easier to keep going and pretend that everything we do is right.” There was a weight to his words, something that spoke of long nights and endless roads, of pushing people away before getting too close. But here, now, Jo wasn’t pushing you away. If anything, he seemed to be pulling you closer. You moved toward him, sitting down beside him on the couch. The space between you felt charged, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to yours, the subtle rise and fall of his breath. Jo looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something raw and real in his eyes—a need, a desire, something unspoken but undeniable.

“You don’t have to run here,” you said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. Your hand hovered near his, unsure but wanting to bridge that final distance. Jo’s gaze dropped to your hand, and for a moment, he seemed to consider something. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he reached out and placed his hand over yours. The contact sent a spark through you, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep within. For a second, the world seemed to stop. It was just you and Jo, the air between you electric with tension. You leaned in, closing the distance, your breath mingling with his. Jo didn’t pull away. Instead, he met your gaze with an intensity that made your pulse race, his green eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation, and you could feel the shift—the closeness, the quiet invitation, the shared understanding that something was about to happen. Jo’s lips parted slightly, and you felt the pull between you grow impossibly stronger. You closed the final gap, your lips brushing against his, soft and tentative at first. But as Jo responded, the kiss deepened, becoming something fierce, something hungry.

His hand slid up your arm, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat building between you both, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally breaking. You pressed closer, the softness of his lips contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Jo’s other hand found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. You responded in kind, your own hands moving to pull him closer, to feel the heat of his body against yours. Every movement felt like a release, like something long overdue finally falling into place. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Jo’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you firmly against him as his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and a quiet moan escaped your lips, the sound igniting something deeper within him. His hands wandered lower, sliding over your hips and squeezing gently, fingers pressing into you with a sense of urgency. For a moment, Jo pulled back, eyes locking onto yours, searching for approval in the silence that hung between you. You gave a slow, deliberate nod, your heart racing with anticipation. With a smirk that was both playful and intense, Jo pushed you gently toward the bed. You lay back, breath shallow, as Jo hovered above you, the tension thick in the air—electric and undeniable.

His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was more urgent, more heated. Your arms wrapped around Jo’s neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, becoming something more—a raw, unspoken need passing between you. Your heart pounded as you whispered against his lips, “I want you.” Jo exhaled sharply at your words, his breath warm against your skin. With deliberate movements, he helped you pull off your shirt, tossing it aside before quickly shedding his own. You could feel the heat of his bare skin against yours as he kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Jo’s mouth reached your chest, lingering there as your breath quickened, his kisses moving slowly down your stomach. Each touch sent waves of anticipation through you, building with every inch he descended. You moaned softly, the sound of his name slipping from your lips as you watched him, your face flushing with the closeness of it all.

Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything paused—the world shrinking down to just the two of you, bathed in the intimacy of the moment. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kissed the top of your sweatpants, fingers hooking beneath the fabric. With deliberate care, Jo pulled them down, your underwear following suit. You lifted your hips to help him, feeling the cool air against your skin as you lay vulnerable beneath him.

Jo’s lips brushed against your inner thighs, teasing, drawing out the tension between you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. "Patience, baby girl," Jo whispered, his voice low and teasing. “I’m just getting started.” You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the words on the tip of your tongue. But before you could say anything, Jo kissed you again, his lips finding yours with a sudden intensity that stole your breath. You moaned against his mouth, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed you deeper, the world around you fading into the background.

Jo’s lips began to move lower again, tracing a path down your body that made your pulse race. You couldn’t help but arch against him, the heat between you building with every touch, every glance, every whisper of his name. A low, primal groan escaped Jo’s lips as he continued, the sound vibrating through you and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His lips and tongue moved with precision, tasting every inch of you with a hunger that seemed endless. As you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements, Jo's hand slowly trailed down your thigh before his fingers found your center.

With deliberate care, Jo slipped his middle finger inside you, eyes flicking up to meet yours, watching closely for your reaction. Your breath hitched, and you could see the intensity in Jo’s gaze, studying the way your body responded to his touch. When you nodded, a soft, breathless approval, Jo didn’t hesitate—adding his ring finger, the stretch sending a new surge of heat through you.

He began moving his fingers slowly, curling them just right as he pumped in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The pressure built with every thrust, each movement in sync with the rhythm of his mouth on you. Jo’s lips never left your skin, continuing to devour you with an intensity that had you arching your back, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

The dual sensation of his fingers inside you and his tongue against you was overwhelming. Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Jo increased the pace, fingers plunging deeper, expertly finding the spots that made you cry out, your body trembling under his touch. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening as the familiar wave of pleasure built deep inside you, ready to crash. But just as you were about to reach that peak, Jo suddenly pulled away, leaving you trembling and breathless, your release snatched from you. A desperate whine escaped your lips, “Whyyy?” The frustration in your voice was undeniable, your body aching for the high you were so close to.

Jo smirked down at you, his eyes dark with intensity. "Because," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you can only cum on my cock." The raw edge of his words sent a fresh surge of heat through you, leaving you helpless under his gaze. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss, his tongue teasing yours as his hands roamed your body with possessive tenderness. “I’m going to make love to you,” Jo whispered against your lips, their words a soft promise that made your heart race. You watched as they quickly discarded their bottoms, the fabric falling away to reveal their heavy, aching length. The sight alone made your breath hitch in anticipation, the hunger between you palpable. Jo shifted, positioning himself between your legs, the weight of his body pressing down against you. With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, teasing you with the slow, deliberate glide of his shaft along your slick folds. The friction was maddening, the wetness of your arousal clinging to him, heightening every sensation. He rubbed himself against you, sliding his length up and down, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You squirmed beneath him, your hips instinctively arching toward him, craving more. Jo’s gaze never left yours, his eyes filled with desire and something deeper, more intimate. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation as he continued to tease, his cock pressing against you but not yet entering, making you ache for him.

Jo slowly eased himself into you, his breath catching as he tried to maintain control, his eyes squeezing shut to fight off the overwhelming urge to finish too soon. The sensation of being inside you was almost too much, the heat and tightness making him groan low in his throat. You could feel the tension in his body, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside. The movement caused him to slide further in, and Jo’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing your neck as he gasped, “Oh, fuck…” The curse slipped from him, heavy with the weight of his restraint, as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.

Your moans filled the space between you, soft and breathless, your lips grazing his ear as you clung to him, bodies perfectly in sync. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a slow, heated kiss, the connection between you electrifying. Finally, Jo bottomed out, his length buried fully inside you, and both of you let out a shared sigh of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming. The moment lingered, the intensity of being completely connected, your bodies entwined, creating a closeness that felt almost sacred. Jo began to move slowly, his rhythm deliberate and controlled as he settled into a steady pace. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your skin. As he increased his pace, his whispers turned into a low murmur of desire, his words a mix of dirty promises and fervent encouragement. “Oh, baby... I-I’m gonna…” he breathed heavily, his voice trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The intensity of his touch, coupled with the speed of his thrusts, was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself shatter, your body responding uncontrollably as you came with a cry, the pleasure overwhelming. The clenching of your walls around him pushed Jo closer to his own release, the tightness driving him wild.

“Shit, I-I’ve got to pull out…” Jo moaned, his voice strained, yet filled with admiration. “Mmm, so good... you’re doing so well, baby,” he panted, his movements becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back. Your body was a whirlwind of sensations, and the only sounds you could make were incoherent gasps and moans. As Jo started to pull back, the loss of contact made you desperate. You gripped your legs tighter around him, your voice trembling as you managed to say, “Inside…” The plea pushed Jo over the edge, and he groaned loudly, his thrusts growing frantic and desperate. He sealed his lips against yours in a frantic kiss, and as you tightened around him once more, he could no longer hold back. He released into you with a shudder, ropes of warmth spilling inside, the intensity of his climax palpable.

Jo buried his face in your neck again, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and tenderness. You responded by trailing kisses along his neck, moving up to his jaw, savoring the closeness and the shared moment of intimacy. "I love you," he whispered into your ear, and you responded back, heart swelling.

**I actually put effort into this**

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, doggy style, possessiveness, jealousy, vaginal fingering, cream pie, dirty talk, big dick, size kink, size difference, mild dubcon

word count: 1,124

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Your heart jolts when you hear Toji's deep, gravelly voice ring through your ears while taking him in doggy style. Fear strikes you when he suddenly stops mid-stroke to pull out, and panic sets in when he clamps one of his giant hands on the back of your neck and pulls you into an upright position.

You fucked up. And you fucked up bad. Calling out another man's name during sex was already an unforgivable act, but the fact that you'd said that name in particular while fucking Toji, of all people... you were in big, big trouble.

Displeased with your silence, he leans forward and snarls in your ear.

"I asked you a question."

"I..." a shiver runs through your body as you speak. "It just slipped out, I didn't mean-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he releases his grip on your neck and climbs off the bed. When you turn around, you see him punching numbers into his phone while his back is turned, giving you a view of his toned back. A sight that leaves you breathless. You're not sure what to do - should you reach out? Try to console him? You wonder who he could be calling right now. Was he just gonna throw you in an Uber and be done with it?

There isn't much time to dwell. You hear a click, then a familiar voice over the speaker, one that makes your stomach drop to the floor.

"Yooooo, this is Gojo Satoru! The strongest sorcerer in the world~"

"Did you fuck her?" Toji interjects.

"Ah, good afternoon Toji~! Now, what on earth could you possibly be talking about?"

"(Y/N). Did you fuck her?" he snaps his neck around to glare at you, his piercing gaze making you feel two inches tall.

Gojo is eerily silent. It's the first time you've ever heard him at a loss for words.

"I did," he says. "Why? You wanna know what it was like? How good her tight little pussy felt when I was deep inside? The delicious sounds she made when I touched her in just the right spots? The sweet, sweet sound of her voice when I-"

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid brat!"

Great. Now he's really pissed.

God damn it, Gojo! Why did he have to have such a big fucking mouth? Although, hearing him speak about you in this way was kinda hot... your cheeks flush as you listen to his vivid description. You should be upset, or embarrassed, or something, but admittedly... the entire situation is really turning you on.

Toji is gripping the phone so hard, you wonder if he'll actually crush it. You brace yourself for an explosion of anger, one that never comes. You nearly jump out of your skin when he suddenly pounces on you, pinning you on your back while a fierce and terrifying look burns in his eyes. You lay there like a frightened rabbit, waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

He sets the phone on the bed, directly in front of your face, before crawling on top and trapping you underneath his massive body. You can hear Gojo's voice a bit more clearly now, and what's more, he can hear you.

"Hellooooo? Toji?"

"Shut up and listen," Toji barks. "I'm gonna fuck your girl, and I'm gonna fuck her better than you ever could."

"What?! Toji? (Y/N), are you there? What the fuck is going on?"

You open your mouth to say something, but instead a small moan escapes as Toji spreads your thighs apart and pushes two of his giant fingers inside you. His thumb gently massages the hood of your clit; the steady motion makes you moan even more. Meanwhile, his other hand trails up your body, gently caressing your waist and breasts. Your hips press up against his, craving more of his touch as he coaxes tiny noises and vocalizations out of you. He curls his fingers up, stroking the spongey spot on your wall for a few seconds until you scream in pleasure, just like you had right before Satoru's name had fallen from your lips.

"(Y/N)? Are you serious...?"

"Satoru, I-"

"Have you ever made her cum like this?" Toji brags into the phone, cutting you off. "How many seconds was that, (Y/N)? Five? Three?"

"Fuck you, Toji," Gojo sneers.

The man with the heavenly pact chuckles as he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them with a wicked smile.

"She tastes amazing. Sweet. Juicy."

"God damn it!"

You're too out of breath to say anything. Toji's hands are like magic. It's different from the way Gojo touches you, but it makes you feel just as good. Comparing them was useless. Both men drove you crazy, fucked you like animals, made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. You never meant for them to find out about each other, especially not like this. But you also never expected them to care so much.

Also, Gojo could have hung up, but he was still on the phone...

"I'll make sure she never even thinks of you again after this," Toji says as he takes your thighs in hand. He presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, then slowly slides it into your wet pussy. You try to hold back your reaction this time, for Gojo's sake, but it's no use. Toji feels way too fucking good. You let out one long, guttural moan as you take in his incredible size. His dick is only slightly shorter than Gojo's, but it's definitely more girthy. Just how you like it. He slowly pumps into you, going faster and faster while grunting in rhythm. You moan with every deep stroke.

"Yeah? We'll see about that," Gojo snaps back. "(Y/N)'s coming over again tonight. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Oh God, yes!!" you cry out.

"She's not going anywhere," Toji grabs your hands and pins them beside your head as he thrusts into you, staring intensely into your eyes. "Right, (Y/N)?"

"Then I'll go there."

"Like hell you will."

One beat later, the line was dead. Toji finishes inside you, shouting out profanities as he lets loose a huge load of cum that drips from your pussy after he pulls out. He collapses on the bed next to you, pants into your ear. His big hands wrap themselves around your body, feeling up your thighs and hips before caressing your sides and chest. Despite his strength and aggression, he had quite the gentle touch. You wonder if you've finally culled his anger, if Gojo was actually coming over, if the whole thing was finally over and done with...

...That is, until you hear a knock at the door.

Emotional attachment to fictional characters

In our brains, empathy resides in a little lobe called the right supramarginal gyrus. When we interact with other humans, we read their body language, tone of voice, facial expressions, physical actions and use our own experiences as a tool to understand the character.

When we have someone who is physically in front of us, we have the potential to be able to physically show empathy such as hugging them, squeezing their hand reassuringly, patting their shoulder, anything  that reinforces our emotional empathy. We cannot do that with fictional characters; so we have to dig deeper into our emotional empathy, and fill out the blanks ourselves.

Headcanons, a term in any fandom that refers to what an individual believes to be true about a character, even though it’s not “canon”, (written by the author/director) is another way that we work out the details of these character’s lives. Whether or not characters are biologically “real”, or not, our familiarity with them renders them very emotionally potent.

We worry that we are “sick” for developing emotional responses to characters that we know, intellectually, are not real, but the reality is that the more you relate to the character, even subconsciously, the more you empathise with them and build an attachment. It has been suggested that this attachment can help with recovery and offer a sense of belonging, which is why representation does matter. In BPD sufferers, character attachment is a common occurance, as there is no possible way for a fictional character to abandon them.

Writers and artists create these characters with human emotions, which makes it very easy to relate, become attached to them, or even dislike them. For humans, character attachment is not ‘just a story’, it’s pyschology and science.

where play fighting leads

**All Characters aged up**

Warnings:

Smut

18+

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Bakugo bit his lip hard as he watched you from across the room. You were goofing around with Denki, landing some surprisingly good punches. His eyes couldn't leave you—every jab, every laugh—it was messing with his head. There was something about seeing you like that, fierce and playful, that had him feeling a mix of awe and something way more primal. The way you handled Denki… hell, he couldn’t help but imagine you roughing him up with those same hands. Soft, but strong. His mind wandered to a different kind of heat between you, thinking about what it would be like for you to be riding his-...

Bakugo jerked his head, forcing himself to stop. No way he should be thinking about you like that, especially now. But then Denki finally surrendered, and you jumped onto him, laughing. Bakugo felt a hot wave of jealousy crash over him. You should’ve been jumping on him, not Denki. As you threw your arms around Denki, his hand slid under you to steady you, fingers dangerously close to your ass.

That was it. Bakugo's temper flared. He stomped across the room, his eyes dark with fury, and yanked you off Denki. The entire room went silent, except for Kirishima, who was chuckling quietly in the corner. Bakugo shot him a death glare before dragging you out of the room, ignoring everyone’s stunned expressions.

He hauled you straight to his room, shoving open the door with a forceful grip on your wrist. Before you could even process what was happening, he tossed you onto the bed with no hesitation.

“Bakug—" you started to say, confused, but the words barely left your mouth before his lips crashed into yours, cutting off any protest. You could feel his body heat radiating off him, his frustration, his need—it was overwhelming in the best way.

Bakugo's grip tightened around your neck as he kissed you harder, drawing a soft moan from your lips. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Between each kiss, he muttered words that sent shivers down your spine. “Over there jumping on Dunce Face when you should be jumping on me.” The heat between your legs flared up even more at his words, making you crave him like never before.

Without wasting any time, Bakugo started stripping you both down, impatient and rough, ripping away each piece of clothing as if they were nothing. When you were finally bare beneath him, he paused, hovering above you with those mischievous eyes and a wicked grin that made your heart race. In one swift motion, he yanked your legs apart and dove right in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot. The moment his tongue touched you, a loud moan escaped your lips.

Bakugo didn’t hold back, sliding his middle and ring fingers inside you, matching the rhythm of his tongue with practiced ease. Your back arched involuntarily, your hands flying to his hair, gripping it tight as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Just as you were on the edge of release, he pulled away, leaving you gasping. He lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against your slick entrance. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ ruin you,” he growled before slowly pushing into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in your warm, wet heat. He moved deliberately, watching every twitch of your face as he filled you completely. Once he bottomed out, he paused, the tension in his body palpable.

“Kat, move,” you whined, desperate for more, but he stayed still, his breath ragged. “Shh, stop talking,” he muttered, trying to hold back the urge to cum right then and there. Your walls tightened around him, and he growled low in his throat. “Y/N, don’t fuck with me, I'm trying not to nut” he warned, but you couldn’t resist. You kissed along his jawline, teasing him until he finally gave in, finding the resolve to move.

He started slow, each stroke calculated and precise, but with every moan that slipped from your lips, his control frayed. His pace quickened, and soon he was pounding into you with wild, animalistic thrusts. You clawed at his back, biting down on his collarbone to muffle your cries, but he wasn’t having it. “I want to hear you,” he demanded, his voice rough with lust as he began to thrust deeper, harder, his movements slow and deliberate.

You let go of his shoulder, finally letting out the moans you’d been holding back. Bakugo’s rhythm grew erratic, his control slipping as he chased his release. One particularly powerful thrust sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you came hard. The way you tightened around him pulled a guttural groan from his chest, and he spilled into you, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.

“Fuckkkk,” you both gasped in unison, riding out the waves of pleasure together. Bakugo kept thrusting, pushing his cum deeper inside you with each powerful stroke until he finally slowed, breathing heavily. He collapsed on top of you, his lips finding yours in a rough, possessive kiss.

“Don’t let me see another man touching you,” he growled against your lips, and you nodded, your mind hazy and your body spent. You leaned up to kiss him back, a smirk tugging at your lips. If it meant getting fucked like this, you just might test him again.

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Trying to get back into writing

Not revised or anything like that so don't mind my word vomit

**All my shit is copyrighted**

Your Only Girl Pt 1

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** my dad died so I'm doing all I can to get my mind off of it so here we are Warnings- Smut (of course) Roughness Jealousy

Everyone is laughing and mingling around. The building is extravagant. Nanami decided to finally host a get-together after years of you begging. Of course, he kept things classy and went the dinner and mingle route. You follow closely to Gojo, occasionally speaking to people, you don't know too many people but then your best friend walks in. As Gojo walked and talked to people, you decided to talk with your best friend. The conversation went on for minutes and then you noticed across the extremely large gathering hall a figure standing close to Gojo. You can see the figure laughing and touching him. Your best friend looks at you and you nod. Yall move closer, trying not to seem like a worried or nosey girlfriend despite being nosey. The closer you got, the more you noticed her features. She was a woman who seemed to be around your age (26), with light brown colored hair, fair skin, coke sized body, and around 5'2, the same height as you. You were 5'2, darker skin, with a petite but athletic build (You always told your friends that you don't have a butt or titties and they would laugh but you knew the truth). You smiled and stayed calm. The girl laughs obnoxiously loud and rubs he hands down Gojo's chest. He catches your eye and instead of pushing her off, he egged her on. Your blood boiled and that soft smile you had turned into a frown. She reaches up and whispers into his ear. The entire encounter, he is looking into your eyes.

You nod an 'okay bet' nod and walk towards them. You tap the girl's shoulder and she looks back at you. "And you are?" she says with the bitchiest attitude. "His girlfriend." You say bluntly. She then laughs in your face. "HAHA bye, if you were his girlfriend, you aren't now. He's mine." You look at her with a blank stare. You then look up to Gojo and he takes a step back. "She's my girlfriend." is all he says. Your mouth drops at the sentence. He didn't deny anything she said. You were pissed. You keep a blank look as you turn toward the door. You storm out with your best friend right behind you. 'I can't fucking believe this! I can't do these women constantly flirting and him not stopping it immediately. Fuck being nice! He could have said something" You yell as you walk to your best friend's car. Your body heated and your eyes filled with tears. You storm toward her car, going off about the situation as your best friend listens.