Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🌸Before You Read 🌸
🌸...This chapter you see will probably show why this crackship wouldn't work, but all at the same time, they really could work out at be really cute.
🌸Just imagine these two actually having a good sparring partner. No one would ever know who'd win, lose, or if they'd just end up stopping in the middle and having a deep heart to heart before going to get smoothies or something.
🌸Yeah, it's times like this I'm glad KL and INH happen at WAAAAY different times; otherwise, the drama would be off the charts! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
🌸 Tough Love🌸
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Sweat rolled down the side of my face as I clenched my hand in a fist. My eyes concentrated on the red bag hanging in front of me. My mind was concentrated on one thing and one thing only.
"There was a villain...he tried to kidnap me," her tired voice echoed in my ear.
My fist thrusted in front of me, slamming against the bag. It wasn't even that long ago, and yet it was all I could think about.
"Had you been captured by true villains, you could've ended up dead..." I remember Mr. Elastic's voice warning Tami once when it came to her Quirk, reminding me just how vulnerable she really was.
As the bag swung back, I used my elbow to block it. It didn't go back as far, but enough for me to make it rock back a bit.
"You're weak," his voice rang into my ears, irritating me to no end. "We don't need another useless hero, son."
With those words ringing in my head, I couldn't hold back. My muscles expanded as I let out a frustrated scream. With that scream, I took both my hands and slammed it against the bag, causing it to swing off the hook. It never stood a chance, not when I could've easily broken it in two or pushed it off the chain with the first swing.
I just didn't want to spend anymore money on a damn punching bag, not when the school warned me that if I broke another one this week during my own private sessions, I had to pay for it myself. While we had the money, I knew my mamá would be furious.
