#and no one should be with someone who thinks they can judge and dictate how you dress

[nessa007]

keke, please dump his ass!

[rushdavsky]

I found pressed flowers in my grandfather's dictionary today. It took several seconds to hit me that i kept em in the dictionary years ago.

[cyarsk5230]

Don’t date a bad bitch if you can’t handle one

[toddbarrowcountry]

[cyarskaren52]

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[needtobehisprettyboy]

I hate the CaitVi Sex scene

Everytime I see someone thirsting after the scene and gushing about how it's so hot, I feel so disgusted and ticked cause of how the scene came about and where it's located.

Before we get onto my rant about the scene itself, I want to mention the CaitVi scene that happened before that.

"She saved your life!"

"If you will just calm down for on-"

If you will just calm down for once? Hypocrite. Caitlyn's allowed to be pissy, allowed to call Zaunites animals (oh, "except" Vi though) and then fight like an animal by biting Sevika—

Sidenote:

That's also another scene I don't find hot at all. Any time I see it, I can't focus on how attractive Sevika is when she's smug (even though she totes is). All I can focus on is how Caitlyn bit Sevika. I don't remember who pointed it out, if it was on Tumblr or TikTok which I have promptly deleted since the ban, but someone pointed out that Caitlyn is fighting dirty—like a Zaunite. Caitlyn was backed into a corner, so she fought like an animal.

Fuck her.

I guess now she can somewhat understand why Zaunites fight the way they do. When you're backed into a corner, feeling helpless, feeling desperate, you fight like it and she did the same exact same thing she judged them for.

Bastard.

Lol can you tell I'm feeling bitter over her character?

Back to OG rant

—biting Sevika, gas the undercity and harshly interrogate someone who was a victim of Jinx's shenanigans, hit Vi for trying to calm her down from her grief driven rage, but oh, no Vi must calm down even though she's barely angry compared to when Caitlyn's angry. Not to mention that Caitlyn throws a tantrum herself and throws the tiny figure in her hand to the ground.

"—since you don't trust her enough not to shove her in a box."

Can we please take note of the tremble in Vi's voice when she says that? 'Oh, Jinx brought back her trauma from being in Stillwater!1!2!1' First of all, shut up. Second of all, yeah. . . So did Caitlyn?? Caitlyn may not have known what to do with Jinx, but the option for her to let Jinx go to prison was there and Vi hated it.

"Cait, she's changed."

"We can't erase our mistakes. None of us."

All the while not doing any time of her own for the crimes she committed—and no, I'm not talking about her gassing the undercity. What she did as a dictator, letting Noxians take over, and hardly doing anything afterwards even though she caused so much pain and misery to both Piltovians and Zaunites goes unpunished. Her losing an eye is nothing compared to the fear many people will feel while living under a dictatorship.

Get the guillotine!!

"Who decides who gets a second chance?"

Exactly. Caitlyn did no better than Jinx. She knows it too. It tears her up inside—as it should!!! Besides, did she think Jinx wasn't going to eventually get out of Stillwater? Or was one of her options to let Jinx rot there until she died? Yeah, I'm sure your girlfriend would love that.

Now, let's get to the scene itself!

But first let me talk about what happened right before that—

Vi tries to get Jinx on her side, Jinx rejects her, and Vi watches her sister leave while being told by her that Vi "deserves to be happy" and not to "worry about her anymore".

Yikes.

People say that what happened next with Caitlyn was Vi "finally being selfish", but it just feels wrong to me. Don't get me wrong, Vi deserves to enjoy herself after everything that's been done to her; however, you aren't going to have normal, healthy, healing sex right after seeing a loved one leave you for good.

Trust me lol I've had enough grieving/traumatic experience to know that you can feel upset for hours and won't immediately be able to get into a happy mindset even if you find something to entertain yourself with. You can have people try to cheer you up and you feel a bit better, but you still feel that lingering horrible feeling inside that will eat at you for who knows how long. You could give me Steb wearing the cutest little red panties I have ever seen in my life and I'd still be sad while trying to eat him out. You need to give me that like a day or so AFTER my little breakdown cause I won't enjoy it right after crying about losing my sis.

Sidenote:

Someone please remind me to draw that.

It would take at least an hour for Vi to get back to normal with the way she was reacting. At least. Vi was in that cell for who knows how long, but she was still upset and rather vulnerable when Caitlyn found her. No doubt she needed more time to get herself together.

Okay, now, let's get to the scene itself!!!

Bro, don't fuck me while I'm crying unless I'm crying cause I'm laughing too hard or because of sexy overstimulation. Fuck me? Nah, fuck you.

"I choose wrong every time—and because of it. . . I've lost everyone."

"Did you really think I needed all the guards at the HexGates?"

SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT AWWWWWUUUPPPPPPP—anyway,

Your girl is clearly upset, grieving her lost relationship with her sister (and likely other loved ones shes lost like Vander/Warwick), feeling guilty, and clearly not in any type of good mood yet your first reaction is to smirk???? You think this is funny?? Now is not the time to tease, Ms. Dumbass.

Vi needs compassion and reassurance not. . . Whatever that was. Yes, showing that you knew all along and didn't do anything to stop her shows that you do care for her, but it also isn't what she needs. Caitlyn did not reassure her that Vi wasn't going to lose her so easily.

Mainly because if she did, that'd be a lie, but that's neither here nor there.

"Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable."

Girl, you are not sorry. Quit lying. I can smell the smoke coming off your pants, but I'm not getting the fire extinguisher.

Again, this isn't what Vi needs. Any therapist would be able to tell you that you should seek healthier coping mechanisms other than sex. Does cuddling not exist? Does making out and then putting a stop to it because you realize your girl is not in the right state of mind for this exist??? Seeking sex after feeling so vulnerable and horrible about yourself is in no way, shape, or form okay. Shit isn't cute.

Caitlyn, you are more of an animal than you realize.

"Listen! While you were gone, I. . . Saw someone."

All of a sudden you realize that you should stop things because you feel guilty, but that guilt isn't over letting your girl go down on you after being upset and grieving, but about. . . Having another girl while she was gone???? Girl, seriously, your priorities are wack.

She does hesitate for a moment once she sees VI's injury (I can't remember where the injury came from. I stg if it came from Caitlyn or whatever Caitlyn ordered her to do. . .) yet she continues on. There are multiple reasons why they shouldn't do it right then and there, but Caitlyn is so horny she lets Vi pleasure her.

The reasons:

1. Vi is not in the right place of mind, she just lost her sister. Please let her grieve.

2. That is a jail cell. After what happened to her, their first time should be somewhere comfortable. Vi deserves comfort. She deserves to be spoiled. You're in Piltover, Caitlyn has a mansion with a really good bed, but your first fuck is in a dirty jail cell??

3. That is a jail cell that contained her sister. Vi can't reclaim shit about having sex in a jail cell if it's a cell that contained her sister. If there was better writing, she'd feel guilty over having sex in the cell she lost her sister. Her guilt isn't going to immediately go away because of one fuck. That's not how it works. Wish it was, but it's not.

Can I also note that Vi is the one pleasuring Caitlyn and not the other way around? Maybe Vi prefers to eat out rather than be eaten, but I think it just speaks more to her always servicing others rather than servicing herself or being serviced. If the sex scene was gonna happen, at least show Vi being completely selfish and enjoying herself by showing Cait be the one to kiss her down to her coochie. Maybe she's a stone top, but she gives off switch vibes to me.

Fuck you, Cait. Always wanting things to benefit you.

(If it was me, I'd eat Vi out, but, again, that's neither here nor there. . . She's not even in my top favs. I just want the best for her cause I hate Caitlyn lol.)

"I'm feeling fantastic."

FUCK YOUUUU

Okay *drops mic* , rant over

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When you think about Raven and when you look at and remember other people’s Yuusonas, when does it feel too much or is there a line for Yuusonas? Because sometimes I look at my own Yuusonas and feel that I am doing to much for him. Like what he can do, what he likes, his lore. I shame myself that I am doing too much but it feels right.

I was surprised when I learned that (Ms./Miss/Mrs.?) Raven was similar to my own Yuusona, Maeve. The biggest that I did was made him related to Crowley,being able to use magic and fight, and I already feel like I crossed some line. It fits on how I see his story play out and I don’t want to overhaul him.

I just vented a bit, I’m sorry about that. What I’m trying to ask is that what do you do if you start to feel that your character becomes too much? Because for me, I want to brain dump and put out every little detail about Maeve to people and get feedback from other people. Outside of the one person I can actually talk to about Twisted Wonderland.

It sounds to me like you’re tackling two different things here? 😅 Both are related to OCs, but one seems to be focused on activity/frequency of content and the other one seems to be focused on originality or how one's OCs compares to others.

Before I address both points, I'd like to clarify that while many people OCs in the Twst fandom are Yuusonas, it's not the case for every OC. "Yuusona" refers to a character made as a stand-in for Yuu, oftentimes acting as a self-insert or a "better version" of the creator. However, characters that aren't stand-ins for Yuu by definition are not Yuusonas. Residents and NRC students hailing from Twisted Wonderland, for example, are OCs, but NOT Yuusonas (since Yuus are generally magicless and/or transmigrated from another world). In other words, Yuusonas are OCs, but OCs are not Yuusonas. By these measures, my own Twst character (Miss Raven) is an OC but NOT a Yuusona.

To your first point: it depends on the individual. Every person has their own threshold for when they’ve shared their creative works “enough”. For example, there are entire blogs dedicated to just posting about a Twst OC, whereas I scarcely post about my OC unless I am asked about her. I know people who only indulge in their ship, while I prefer to build extensive lore for my character beyond the initial ship. Some people are just shier than others and keep their stuff private, some people are more outgoing and want to be publicly active. That’s a metric you need to gauge and set for yourself, because 2) no one else knows you like you know yourself and 2) again, everyone’s comfort level with this varies.

I noticed that you mentioned not just one’s own creations, but also “[looking] at and “[remembering] other people’s Yuusonas”. This phrasing makes it sound as though you may be in the habit of comparing your work to others’ work, and I’m always going to be of the mindset that this is a mistake. Comparison in certain instances is fine (maybe you like someone’s art style or writing technique)—but becoming fixated on what others are doing is the start of a slippery slope. You may then set arbitrary standards to meet or try to use other people’s posting schedules as a yardstick to “judge” your own performance. This can feed into a viscously unhealthy cycle. “I’m not doing the same amount as X”, “I’m doing more than X”, “X has more engagement than I do”, “I have more engagement than X”, etc. It’s setting yourself up to be in a constant competition, and there’s no winning with a game that doesn’t end.

You should do whatever you think is most fitting for yourself. If it “feels right” to you, then go for it. Find ways to push past the shame and the little voice that tells you “that’s cringe”. Whatever others are doing is the pace they’ve set for their own comfort, and you shouldn’t let what other people are doing dictate your own actions. Remember that making and playing with OCs is, first and foremost, self-indulgent—so put yourself first and have fun with it!!

To your second point: there is no such thing as an original idea. I certainly am not the first to have an OC that is Crowley’s relative or the first to give their OC magic. However, even if I was somehow the pioneer of these things, that does not grant me the exclusive rights or the trademark for them 😭

Two separate people could come up with similar traits for their OCs by pure coincidence; you’ll find tons of overlap in any fandom, especially in Twst if you find two characters twisted from the same Disney inspiration. So long as there wasn’t blatant art theft, plagiarism, tracing, malicious intent, etc. there’s no issue if your OC is similar to another person’s OC 🤷‍♀️

No line was crossed. You don’t need to overhaul anything. And again, you shouldn’t worry about what other people are doing; it has no bearing on what you’re doing. Think of the fandom like a massive sandbox. Everyone has their own little slice in it and has their own toys to play with. There’s no need for anyone to step into someone else’s slice of the sandbox or to worry about the toys someone else has or what they’re doing with those toys. You have your own toys that you made and are happy playing with, so just stick to your slice of the sandbox! As long as you’re having fun and not hurting anyone or imposing yourself on them, it’s fine.

Last thing I have to say is 💦 while I 100% understand being eager to share and chat about your creations, it’s… unfortunately not a guarantee? Validation is nice, but not necessary, and no one is for certain going to engage with the posts they come across. We have to learn to be accept that and carry on. Maybe it would be good to start small or just focus on sharing with a group of friends to build confidence first? It’s much easier to interact with familiar faces than the entirety of the internet. This is what I tend to do when I want to get feedback on big ideas or projects I have.

I hope that you find this advice helpful ^^ Good luck with your creations!

[twopoppies]

I am genuinely angry.

Someone has died in a very unfortunate and tragic way. A human fucking being and yet the media is treating this like a circus.

Fans too.

They think that Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall have something to prove. They are foaming at the mouth to get "proof" that they care and are sad.

THEY OWE US NOTHING!

They want to exploit family members.

How would these photographers and "fans" like it if someone they loved died in this horrible way and the way they handled their grief was recorded for the world and being told they have to act in a certain way.

Grief isn't linear.

Grief doesn't look a certain way.

Everyone grieves differently.

Grief can be crying for a loss.

Grief can be putting on a strong face and facing out into the world, trying to live normally and dealing with everything your way in private.

Grief can be smiling and laughing as you remember your loved one.

You can mourn them and feel better for a while just for the world to come crashing down again when you remember the loss.

So called "fans" do NOT dictate how the boys grieve. They do not get to judge their words, actions, decisions.

They are their own people.

The people who want to meet/comfort/dictate what the boys say have some spectacular, fantastical vision of them. A made up version in their head. It's delusional and unhealthy.

The media are money and power hungry. They're invasive and disgusting.

Being someone associated with paparazzi is embarrassing and should be illegal.

If celebrities wanted us to know where they were, they would tell us.

Jesus Christ this whole thing has just made me sick. A grieving father can't go take care of whatever business he needs to take care of without gross Neanderthals trying to film him. I'm grateful for the fans holding things up and throwing their hands infront of the cameras. I admire Geoff for braving the crowd, thanking the fans and reading their letters and cards, and for being so strong and representing his family in the public eye. I can't imagine the heartache.

I hope and pray that wherever the boys and their families are, they are healthy and coping the best that they can. I hope they are all supporting each other and/or have a good support system. I pray they find the peace they need during this time. I wish all of them well.

My heart goes out to Liam's friends, family, his actual, respectful fans. My heart especially goes out to Cheryl as she navigates this very confusing time. Explaining death to a child is never easy and I can't imagine having to explain the loss of a parent to a 7 year old.

We should spread positivity for Bear to read when the time comes. Share what Liam meant to us. He was our comfort when there was little comfort he could find. He was our joy when he had none himself.

He wasn't a perfect man by any means but he tried his best for his fans, friends, family, his son, but most importantly himself.

Thank you, Liam. ♥ 🕯

❤️ and… I’m crying again.

[cyarsk5230]

He knows she could walk into any room and have any man she wanted and she’s going home with him. Mature,secure, and loving makes a man sexy AF.

[cyarskaren52]

🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ seriously! It’s a show!!! Y’all remember how Janet used to do the men she brought up? Relax!! Lol

[ritsusakumawife]

Rejected

Male Yandere! x GN!Reader (This is a remake but feel free to read the original one)

Warnings: Use of profanity, implied murder, possible manipulation, mentions of depression, mentions of sui

“I’m sorry but I don’t like you in that way”

“What..?”

“Sigh..I like you, but only as a friend. I don’t like like you”

“Oh! Not that there’s anything I don’t like about you. I’m just not looking for a relationship right now”

“No, no, it’s alright..Yeah..Friends..Let’s just, remain friends, yeah?”

“Are you sure? You aren’t just saying that to make things less awkward, right?”

“Mhm..I didn’t expect you to say yes anyways hahah. You’ve always been quite open about what you currently want and don’t want after all.”

“I just wanted to get it out of my chest y’know? It’s been bothering me” He chuckles awkwardly

“So..We’re cool?” You say awkwardly

“Yeah..Cool..”

“Ahah..Nice..?” You say in an almost questioning tone

RINGGGGG

“Oh..Wow, the uhm bell rang. Well then, see you around. Bye byeee” You then quickly turn around and hurriedly leave

‘Gosh, that whole interaction was so awkward and tense! Remind me to never accept secret rooftop meetings ever again!’

“…”

‘It’s only been a month since you rejected me.’

‘You said you didn’t want a relationship. Yet, why are you getting so close to him? Him, of all people’

Your laughter echoes through the hallways, breaking him out of his train of thought

“I can’t take this anymore..”

Quickly, he marches over to you, grabs your hand, and pulls you away outside in the courtyard

“Kanata. Let go of me!”

Surprised by your voice he lets go

“That hurt, why’d you do that?” You glare, demanding an answer

“I— I’m sorry, it’s just..Him..I’ve warned you so so many times to not get close to him.”

“He’s a bad person”

“You need to stay away from him. Now.”

Irritated, you reply, “Look, no one has the right to judge and dictate who I should or shouldn’t hang out with”

“Especially you, yes, you Kanata”

“What? Me? And why the hell is that huh?”

He’s clearly starting to get agitated but that won’t stop you from saying what you’ve been wanting to

“Hah! Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I know how you’ve been bullying him behind everyone’s back! Behind my back!”

“He was never a bad person! It was you all along! You’re the bully, not him!”

“What the heck are you even talking about right now y/n?!? Me? Bullying that guy? Are you out of your mind?? Have you finally lost it? Huh?!”

“You know me better than I do y/n! Since when was I ever the type to bully someone?!!”

“ARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT Y/N L/N??!! I MEAN, I KNEW YOU ALWAYS WERE BUT I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE THIS MUCH OF AN IDIOT”

…….

He hated this situation

He hated all of it

He hated how you were accusing him

He hated how he’d accidentally raised his voice

He hated how he let his temper get the best of him again

But, he can’t take back and rephrase those words now

…….

“..An idiot..? Wow, is that what you’ve thought me all along? Huh?”

“To think that I..To think that I even ever thought of you as a friend”

“IS THAT WHAT YOU REALLY THINK OF ME?!”

“N-No, I—” “I BET YOU ALSO TALK BAD ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK, DON’T YOU? I BET..I BET THAT ALL THIS TIME YOU’VE THOUGHT THAT I WAS A NUISANCE AND THAT I WASN’T WORTH YOUR TIME”

“What?! NO. Y/N, where the heck is all this coming from? I never even said anything like that”

“But I bet I really was a nuisance, wasn’t I?”

“Everyone..Everyone always ends up leaving me..I thought you were different. But I can see that you aren’t any different from them” You stare at him and walk off

….

You didn’t know why you said all that

Why did you say it?

Those words aren’t even close to what you were thinking

Everything was so off. This wasn’t how you guys fought. You’ve always talked things out..But why did it end like that?

Why?

Whywhywhywhywhy

….

It’s been a few days since that fight you had with your now ex best friend

Come to think of it, you haven’t seen him around for a while now..

Oh well, it was none of your business. You probably just missed each other, the building is huge after all

On the other hand,

You’ve gotten a lot closer to Angel

Well, Angel isn’t his name but it’s what everyone calls him. A bit weird to call a guy that but it’s nice, he fits the description of an angel after all

Huh, you’ve never actually found out his real name now that you thought of it..He introduced himself as Angel when you guys met and guess you just never had the opportunity to ask him for his real name..

After a few days of still not seeing your ex best friend, you decided to pay his class a visit before classes start and hopefully make up

You’ve been friends for almost all your life. No matter what you try to think your heart just can’t let this friendship that lasted for a decade to end in that way

You peek through the open door and look around

One of the people there, notice you and come up

“Is there something you need?”

“Oh! Uh, no, not really. Just wondering if Kanata came to school today..We recently had a fight and I want to make things right again..Ahah..”

‘Someone end me..I DIDN’T MEAN TO BASICALLY VENT TO SOME RANDOM PERSON’

Upon hearing what you had to say, the girl looked almost hesitant to say what she’s about to say next

“I..I’m sorry, you mustn’t have heard but, Kanata’s dead”

“Sorry? What?”

“He’s dead. He was going through depression and well..You know, he..Couldn’t take it anymore. I’m very sorry for your loss”

“Oh..Yeah..Uhm..T-thank you for letting me know”

You had been on autopilot throughout the entire day

The bell rang, classes started and ended

And right now, you find yourself crying, hugging, and confiding in Angel, your new best friend

How did you end up in his house? You don’t remember. Everything is foggy, blurry, all you know is that his touch is comforting, his hand brushing through your hair, whispering comforting words

Promising that he won’t leave you like the others

He’s different

He promised not to leave you

“I won’t ever leave you alone”

You wake up from your sleep

“What an odd dream..”

It wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare

“I should probably get ready now lest I be late for that date!”

Wake up. Wake up to the real world

Ding dong~

“Oh? That must be him!”

You hurriedly rush to the front door and open it

Upon opening the door you immediately get engulfed in a hug

“Morning babe”

You chuckle, “Good morning! You’re here early, hold on. I just woke up, lemme get ready first then we can head out, yeah?”

“Yeah. Go ahead and get ready, I’ll be here”

Run

Wake up

This isn’t real

Kanata didn’t end himself

He was a happy man. He never had depression

“Angel”, or rather, Rei, killed him

You know this. Don’t delude yourself

WAKE UP

“I’m ready! Well?”

“You look absolutely amazing love, now then, shall we go?” He offers his hand

“Amazing just for you! And yes, we shall my good sir” You hold his hand and start to walk side by side

“Geez..That’s sweet but don’t say that ever again. That was cringe” He says in a lighthearted teasing tone

You giggle, “I know, I know, but you still love me despite me being cringe at times”

“Well, you’re right about that”

“How could I ever not love you? You’re the most wonderful person on earth”

Ah..

I see..

It’s too late..

His grasp is too strong

You’ll never break free

I’ll(we’ll) never break free

[kikyoupdates]

Heartbreaker ⭑˚💔⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be?

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The first thing you did once you got home from the mall was set your phone up and add your two new contacts.  

You had to admit that you were pretty excited about the whole thing. It wasn’t just because you were slowly making progress and keeping up with the system’s demands. You didn’t have a single memory to your name, nor did you really have anyone to rely on, so it was quite a relief knowing that you weren’t completely alone anymore. The goal was to get close to them and make them fall for you, and while you weren’t super ecstatic about that part, you certainly weren’t opposed to making friends. 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.]

[+𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

Huh. So, it was possible to gain love points even when you weren’t with them in person. You supposed it made sense. There were so many forms of communication nowadays that people could stay in touch pretty much whatever they wanted. 

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.]

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

A similar thing had happened with Shouto before, where his points had dipped because of how his mood had soured. It seemed that your relationships with people were constantly fluctuating. Just like how people’s emotions could change by the second, their thoughts and feelings could impact the dynamic you had with them.  

He probably worries I might judge him if he keeps on bringing heroes up all the time. I should reassure him that’s not the case. I actually think it’s cute how much he likes them.  

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.]

[+𝟑𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

You giggled while staring at your phone. As much as it felt a bit unfair to be able to know their inner thoughts every now and then, you were always happy to know that your words were having a positive effect. From what you’d seen, Izuku was a sweetheart. If you could help him build his confidence bit by bit, that was all the better.  

You ended up texting for more than an hour straight. As shy as Izuku was, once he started rambling about a topic he had a lot of passion for—like heroes, for instance—he got swept up in the excitement and just couldn’t stop. You liked it, though, because it allowed him to break out of his shell for a bit. He wasn’t boring at all, even if that’s what he seemed to think.  

By the end of it, you had amassed a few more points.  

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟓𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

I’m making steady ground with him. He’s really nice, so I feel comfortable keeping this pace up. We’re already friends, but I wonder what the next rank is? I guess I’ll just have to find out.  

Clearly, Izuku wasn’t going to be an issue. He was easy to get along with, and you had a really good feeling about him. By comparison, Shouto was a lot more difficult to decipher, but even he didn’t stress you out that much.  

The biggest problem so far was that rude asshole, Katsuki.  

You really had no idea how you were meant to make him like you. He seemed like the kind of guy who didn’t like anyone, just based on how quick he was to lose his temper, and even get violent. Unlike Izuku and Shouto, you also didn’t want to get close to him. You couldn’t imagine yourself getting along with someone so hateful and abrasive.  

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a choice. Which made the whole thing that much more infuriating.  

Ah, well. No point in giving yourself a headache over it. You would cross that bridge when you got there. 

I’ve got Shouto’s number too, so maybe I’ll try texting him as well.  

It took quite a while for you to receive a response, but eventually, your phone buzzed.

That’s it?  

You’d been foolishly hoping that a conversation might unfold, the way it had with Izuku.

[“𝐇𝐚. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.”]

You threw your phone across the room.

“This couch looks terrible,” you muttered, staring at the picture on the projection screen.  

The system replied with a mildly irritated ping.  

[“𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.”] 

It was true that your home was in desperate need of furnishings, and you had to admit that it was really handy to be able to craft objects as you pleased. You were just a beginner now, but you felt hopeful about the more complicated designs you’d have access to in the future. The concept reminded you of one of those decorating-based video games that required you to grind for inordinate amounts of time.  

[𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬-𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡?] 

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

“The name worries me,” you sighed. “It definitely looks worse for wear. But as long as it’s comfortable, I guess it’ll get the job done.”  

After confirming your selection, the couch appeared right next to where you’d been standing. Just like last time, you were seized by extreme exhaustion, but you just barely managed to push the couch all the way against the wall and slump onto its cushions.

[“𝐒𝐨? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥?”] 

“Not bad,” you admitted. “But...” After glancing around the room, you let out a bitter chuckle. “My house definitely isn’t ready to entertain any guests, that much is for sure. Actually, will I even be able to have friends over? Won’t they find it suspicious that I live all alone?”  

[“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.”] 

“And what if someone like that does find out?”  

[“𝐇𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨.”] 

It sounded like they didn’t have much of a plan, but quite frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to think that far ahead either. You were just going to take things slowly. Day by day. If you did that, then you were sure everything would be alright.  

Whether you were trying to remain optimistic or just plain lying to yourself, you really couldn’t tell. 

Eventually, day gave way to night, and you thankfully had some pajamas to sleep in now. Still no bed just quite yet, but the futon was good enough for the time being. You finished up your bedtime preparations then slipped under the covers. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.  

The next morning, you were greeted pretty much the same way as always.  

[𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊: 𝐃𝐨 𝟓𝟎 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧-𝐮𝐩𝐬.] 

“Lord have mercy,” you groaned. “Chin-ups are so much harder than push-ups. I’m going to be a bodybuilder by the end of this.”

[“𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭.”] 

Asshole. 

You whipped yourself up a quick breakfast with the few ingredients you had on hand, then changed into the gym clothes you’d bought at the mall the other day. Better to get your daily task over with as soon as possible. You didn’t need the system nagging you relentlessly.  

“By the way, shouldn’t I be in school?” you couldn’t help but ask. “I’m fourteen, and it’s not summer or anything right now.”  

[“𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.”]  

You pursed your lips. “Let me guess. You’re going to put me in a school where I can get even closer to certain targets.”  

[“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.”] 

Typical. Then again, this was their entire goal, so it hardly even fazed you anymore. It would be nice if you somehow ended up in the same school as Izuku, but you doubted the system would honor your request even if you asked. You would just have to go along with whatever they had planned.  

You decided to go the same park you’d hung out at with Izuku the other day. There was a playground too, so you could do your chin-ups on one of the horizontal bars.  

It didn’t take long to get there, but unfortunately for you, the playground appeared to be occupied—and not by kids.  

You almost wondered if the system was somehow making these people materialize at will. If not that, then you really were miraculously unlucky, because the least favorite of your targets was sitting at the bottom of the slide, two other guys hanging around him.  

Bakugou Katsuki. You swallowed at the sight of him. He would certainly stir up a fuss the second he spotted you.  

But... the parallel bars. They’re right there... 

You couldn’t tell if this was a great opportunity or incredibly unfortunate timing. Either way, you were paralyzed and couldn’t think of what to do next, and eventually, Katsuki glanced over and locked eyes with you.  

It didn’t take long for him to flip out.  

“You’re got to be fucking kidding me,” he spat in disbelief. “How the hell are you all over the place these days? I thought I told you that you’d be dead meat if I ever saw your shitty face again.”  

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

Oh, come on! I haven’t even said anything yet! 

“Katsuki, who is this chick?” one of the guys standing next to him asked. He flashed you a lopsided grin. “She’s actually pretty cute.”  

“This bitch?” Katsuki snorted. “Maybe you should get your eyes checked, ‘cause all I see is a creepy-ass stalker.”  

You felt your brow twitch. It was bad enough that you had a horrifying case of amnesia and were struggling to make sense of things, but you needed to deal with this douchebag on top of everything else? Why him? You wanted no part in this, but you were somehow supposed to make him fall for you.  

Honestly, with how low your love points already were, it was probably going to take a miracle to make that happen.  

“Hello,” you gritted out, forcing yourself to play nice. He was a real piece of work, but you knew you stood nothing to gain by intentionally angering him.  

Katsuki sat up from the slide and started inching closer to you, hands buried in his pockets. “What’s your goddamn problem?” he snapped. “I’ll let you know right now, but I don’t have the patience to entertain pathetic stalkers like you.”  

“I’m not a stalker,” you protested. “I just happen to live in the area.”  

“Bullshit. Then why did you walk up to me out of nowhere that day? We weren’t even in the neighborhood at the time. You’re a fucking creep.” 

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.] 

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

You felt like ripping your hair out. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if you could dig yourself out of this mess at this point. The difficulty level was just way too extreme.  

“I’m, uh—” You swallowed hard, barely managing a smile. “I’m sorry if it came across that way. I just like meeting new people and making friends. But I promise I just happen to live nearby. This park is close to my house. I came here to do chin-ups.”  

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. “The fuck? What are you on about now?”  

“Chin-ups,” you said again, pointing towards the horizontal bars. “I’m trying to improve my fitness. You look like you’re pretty strong, so maybe you could give me a demonstration?”  

You hoped that by throwing him a compliment every now and then, it would make him be a bit more lenient towards you.  

Unfortunately, that wasn’t at all the case.  

“Eat shit and die,” Katsuki snapped, flipping up his middle finger. “You know shitty Deku, don’t you? That’s why you got in my way the other day. Anyone who bothers stepping in for that loser deserves to get their ass beat.”  

You assumed Deku was referring to Izuku. It sounded like they both had nicknames for each other, which was weird. Maybe they used to be friends at some point? Even though you struggled to imagine it.  

“I met him that day for the very first time,” you said. It was the truth, anyways. He couldn’t seriously hate you for trying to protect someone from getting hurt, could he?  

Apparently, he sure as hell could.  

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮.] 

[-𝟐𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

What the fuck?! 

How was it possible for someone to have so much anger? He’d known you for all of five minutes, for crying out loud! 

The system seemed to have an answer ready.  

[“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.”] 

So, then what the hell were you supposed to do? This wouldn’t be a problem if your only objective was to win over Izuku and Shouto, but with Katsuki in the mix, things were infinitely more challenging. Would he only like you if you treated Izuku the same way he did? But there was no chance you were ever going to do that.  

You may not have had any memories of your life up until now, but you knew for a fact that you weren’t a bully.  

Despite the overwhelming pressure and just how much Katsuki was getting under your skin, you did your best to keep smiling.

“Anyways, I’m sorry if I offended you somehow,” you said. “That really wasn’t my intention. I’m just going to go and do my chin-ups, since that’s why I came here for. I won’t disturb you.”  

All you could do was take things slowly and hope that he would warm up to you over time. Or maybe if you succeeded in winning enough people over, the system would reconsider and agree to keep Katsuki out of it.  

Trying to remain optimistic, you turned towards the horizontal bars, but soon found that your path was cut off.  

Katsuki glared you down. His two underlings helped to cage you in so that you had nowhere to go. You were starting to feel really uncomfortable. You didn’t understand what you’d done wrong.  

“I didn’t say I was done with you yet,” Katsuki gritted out.  

So unfair. This is all just so unfair. 

You were starting to get really angry. You didn’t understand why you had to put up with this. It was scary enough not knowing where you came from or if you had any family, what your favorite hobbies and interests were. Why did you have to deal with some douchebag who went around causing trouble just for the hell of it? You didn’t want him to like you, even if there was a chance that he might help you recover more of your memories.  

In that instant, all the anger you’d been repressing—the fear and frustration induced by the situation you found yourself in—came flooding out.  

“Get the fuck out of my way before I kick you in the balls,” you spat.  

You just barely heard the system chime in before things took a turn.  

[“𝐎𝐡 𝐧𝐨.”]

Katsuki grabbed you by the hair and threw you down into the dirt. You spluttered weakly, floundering to rise to your feet again, but he pushed you flat against the ground and didn’t so much as let you budge an inch. You watched, horrified, as he straddled your body and sparked off an explosion in the palm of his hand. It was hot—way too hot—even though it had yet to make direct contact with your skin.  

“Did you think I wouldn’t hit a girl?” Katsuki sneered. “I don’t discriminate based on gender, bitch. Who the fuck you are to talk back to me?”  

You tried to push him off, but it was clear that there was no contest between you when it came to strength. You were average at the very best. Based on how robust his body felt and how intimidating his Quirk was, you knew you would get your ass kicked in no time flat.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, tears threatening to spill over, wondering why in the world you had to deal with this. And in that moment, you realized something else that made you immeasurably sad.  

How many times has he done this sort of thing to Izuku? How many times has Izuku been forced to endure something so frightening?  

You didn’t know, and perhaps it was better that way, because your heart already hurt enough as it was.  

Eventually, the heat seemed to dissipate. You finally mustered up the nerve to open your eyes, only to find Katsuki leering at you with a cruel expression. 

“Fucking idiot,” he laughed. “You talked a big game only to immediately start whimpering like a little bitch. I’ve lost interest in this already. Let’s get the hell out of here. I don’t feel like seeing her face anymore.”  

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧.] 

[-𝟐𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.] 

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: -𝟏𝟎𝟎/𝟏𝟎𝟎] 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  

[𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 “𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞” 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 “𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥”.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.]

You stared up at the sky in disbelief, tears stuck to your lashes.  

Holy shit, I’m so fucked.  

As always, the system decided to add to your misery.  

[“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨. 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.”] 

“I am!” you insisted. “It’s not my fault he’s such a horrible person!”  

[“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫.”] 

You felt yourself stop breathing for a moment. “No,” you gasped. “No... please! Don’t put me back in there! I can’t bear being trapped in the dark with nothing but my thoughts!”  

[“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.”] 

Once again, your world dissolved into black. 

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