𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗞𝗔 𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗨'𝗦 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗫 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦. sure, with that hearing of hers, they lived in a world of other's secrets, but there was never anything to do about them. nothing was ever her business, nor her problem. as long as everyone left them alone, they'd continue to keep her head down, feigning obliviousness until she could toss on those over ear headphones so it wouldn't be an act anymore.
so it's surprising to even them when she tentatively approaches the blond who has more attitude issues than she could count on both hands. but, well, they're the only ones in the common area and it's weird seeing him like this, weird enough that she's compelled to at least offer to hear him out. a couple of quick glances to make sure no one's a round and they steel themselves, hands gripping the mug of green tea tight-- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. if they're gonna be living together, might as well make an effort, right? there's no harm in asking him what's going on, right?
❝ 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦? ❞
𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚.
bitterness is quick to rise, up from her belly all the way to their throat, and the words fly out before she can stop herself, ❝ don't flatter yourself, dude. i'd ask anyone who's moping around like some kicked puppy what's up. ❞ which is true ( 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 ) and while normally there'd be a pang of guilt hitting their heart at the harsh tone, this is katsuki bakugou.. and maybe he doesn't deserve their sympathy all things considered. it's an ugly thought, one she'll have to shove away into the back of her mind-- they can stew over middle school woes later.
her arms snake themselves around each other, another wall put between them. how silly of them think she could bring one down, take a step towards forgiveness. 𝗼𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹. ❝ if you don't want to talk to me, fine, i don't care. but talk to someone 'cause you've been acting off all day and it's really weird, so.. ❞ words trail off into a shrug, the lightest bounce of her shoulders, as their jacks lightly raise to match their movements. she shouldn't have bothered, plain and simple, and they'll tuck away that knowledge for next time, well, the not next time-- 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦.
and she's turned on her heel, making her way to the other side of the room where her books are scattered on the table, homework on full display. one, three, five steps later and her aubergine gaze is tossed behind their shoulder, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀, ❝ i'm not packing up and dipping by the way. and before you get pissy, i was here first so i'm gonna keep studying. ❞
ft. katsuki bakugou, @deathonate | prompt
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