ᴋʏᴏᴋᴀ ᴊɪʀᴏ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
"𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃"
Two childhood friends enter U.A Academy, a school for young heroes in training. Y/N knows that she should be focusing on saving the world, but she has to save her best friend from her ow...
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A few days went by and I stayed home, pretending to be sick. It wasn't a total lie, stress had me puking like crazy. That and the lack of eating. My vomit was really just water at this point. I was losing weight like crazy, and thankfully didn't look sick. I didn't care if I was unhealthy as long as I had a chance at looking...good.
The following Saturday, two days after I went home early for 'personal reasons', there was a knock on my bedroom door. I wanted to cry in anger upon seeing that it was Y/N, dressed in a light pink dress, stockings and flats. As usual, she looked gorgeous. I hated it.
"Hey." I said insecurely. She sighed and nodded her head towards my room. I nodded and stepped to the side, letting her in. Y/N took a seat on the foot of my bed. "What are you doing here?"
"Kyoka..." She buried her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what else to say."
"Then don't say anything at all." I hissed, grabbing my guitar and leaning against the wall. To fill the silence, I played a few basic chords. I didn't realize I was starting to play that song until Y/N softly started singing along. The nostalgia pierced my heart.
"'Cause your love is stronger than mine..." She sang weakly, smiling sadly. I looked away. "Attached by the waist with my arm in yours, you're mine and I'm yours, dear best friend,"
"Stop." I mumbled. Y/N shut her mouth and laughed quietly. I put my guitar down. "What's so funny?"
"You haven't changed a bit, Kyoka." Y/N giggled. I blushed in embarrassment. "You're still the same talented Kyoka I've always known."
"Well you've changed." I said. "You're so...pretty now. And so much less childish. Suddenly you're all mature and hot and...everything I could never be."
Tears pricked my eyes and I clenched my fists. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Get out of my head!"
"Kyoka..." Y/N got up and walked towards me. She captured me in a hug. I slowly hugged her back, my head on her shoulder as I silently cried into the fabric of her sleeve. "Hey, I didn't know I was hurting you...I'd never do this on purpose. Because, I love you."
"You what?" I choked out, looking at her. She smiled.
"Of course I love you, you're my best friend in the whole world, no matter what! You're like...the guitar to my drums."
My main instrument was guitar, hers was drums. That ridiculous simile did something to my stomach. I had to puke again...not out of stress. I don't know what was happening but it hurt. It hurt so bad.
"You're hopeless."
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Months went by and before I knew it, I was standing next to Y/N in front of U.A, my dream school. She smiled at me and I looked away. We walked inside.
I was ready for a new chapter in my life. A chapter without bullied, or jealousy.
A chapter with just me and my best friend. The best friend I always knew.
