(This is Book 2 of this series. If you have not read the first book, you can find it on my profile. This book will have 45 chapters & 4 bonus chapters.)
Miku Yui and Vanessa Freitas have been best friends since junior high school. The two attend U.A...
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Had your laugh? Great— QUE THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!!!!!!!!!!
3rd Person POV
Vanessa and Midoriya now walked through the hallways to their temporary classroom, having just arrived back at school from Central Hospital.
As they neared the open door down the hallway, both their eyes widened when they spotted Miku and Mineta leaning up against the wall next to the door... Well, Mineta was leaning up against the wall. At the moment, he was down on the floor with the heel of her purple high-top sneaker digging into his face, the purple-grey haired person staring off into space with crossed arms and a pissed-off glare... However, when her eyes met Vanessa's—
The anger from her eyes instantly disappeared and she walked up to her fellow classmates approaching her. She would've ran, but she was feeling sore.
She didn't know why but after she finished helping Shinso move into Aoyama's room yesterday after school, Bakugo barged into her room and forced himself on her. She could see the jealousness in his eyes, but when she tried to ask him about why he was jealous in the midst of their intense kisses, he ignored her and instead ripped off her clothes.
"Hey, bestie~!" Miku brightly smiled as she folded her hands behind her back and slightly leaned forward, "So how did it go—?"
Miku froze, a deathly shiver speeding up her spine. She didn't even register Mineta passing her and going to talk to Midoriya.
Vanessa was glaring at her with pure fury. If looks could kill, she would've just killed her best friend twenty times over.
"U-Uh, Vanessa...?" Miku chuckled nervously, her shirt and blazer beginning to stick to the sweat tremendously secreting on her back. It didn't matter that the brunette was pretty short—the top of her head going up to Miku's nose—and looked like an angry chipmunk when her cheeks puffed like that— Those eyes of hers glared right into her soul as if they were death itself.
Miku nervously grinned, unable to even breathe at this point. "What's wrong—?"
"You fucking told Shoto I have a praise k**k."
... It fell dead silent—
"H-Hey, I was just helping out...!" Miku defensively pouted before spinning her index fingers around in circles like a clockwork, her lips curving into a smirk, "You two need to get your gears going."
"We don't need to get anything going." the brunette snapped back, her face deadpanned yet eyes still glaring nuclear bombs into her best friend's soul, "If you pull this shit again, I'm telling Bakugo how you wanna be softly dominated—"
