nobody ⁑ kmjr

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"Miss… Are you ready to order?" 

The Cashier asked drowsily. Kyoka had had her face pressed against the window of the baked goods for at least 5 minutes. "Oh! Yes! S-Sorry." She muttered, standing up to face him. 

The Cashier rubbed his tired eyes. "Uh… I'll have two loaves of Milk Bread, Please." She muttered. Kyoka eyed the Strawberry cake in the Window. It looked delicious. But She knew better than to waste money over things she wanted. Milk bread was cheap and fulfilling. 

"That'll be 30¥." He mumbled. Kyoka pulled out her coin purse and fished for the money. "Here you go." She muttered, placing the amount on the counter. "Come Again." The guy grumbled, handing her the Loaves. 

"Thank You!" She exclaimed. As Kyoka turned to go, She locked eyes with someone. 

Someone familiar. 

"Don't Touch Me!" 

"You're Worthless, Kyo-Chan." 

"We're Never Going To Be Friends." 

The memories flooded through Kyoka's mind. He was standing in front of her. So, Kyoka did what she thought was logical. She darted out the door. If he was going to apologize, she wouldn't give him the chance. 

She hated him.

Kaminari watched in shock as Kyoka darted out of the building. It was actually her. The girl he had bullied. The girl he had hurt. To her, He was lower than low. He was a bully. And that was all He would ever be.

"K-Kyo-Chan!" He exclaimed, snapping back into reality. He darted out the door and rushed after her, leaving the Cashier confused. 

Kyoka ran down the street, taking a sharp turn and hiding in an alleyway. "Kyo-Chan…" Kaminari huffed, his hands on his knees. Kyoka's lip trembled, and her eyes burned as she attempted to keep her tears at bay. 

Kaminari poked his head around the corner, only to see the petite girl huddled to her knees. Kaminari felt his foot press against something hard. He looked down to see a red journal adorned with stickers. "You dropped this." He mumbled, handing her the object. 

"Don't touch me!" 

Kyoka gasped and ran away, not bothering to take the notebook. Kaminari sighed and placed it in his bag.

:-:-:-:

Kyoka gasped for breath as she stopped running. She had run all the way to her band's recording studio. She quickly burst through the door, tears finally falling down. She dropped to her knees and sobbed. 

"Kyoka?" She looked up to see the Drummer of the band and Kirishima's Best friend, Katsuki Bakugou. She stood up and pulled him into a hug. "It's an old bully." She muttered. 

"A bully? I didn't know you got bullied." The ashy blonde mumbled. "Well, I did." She grumbled. The blonde rubbed her back and hugged her tightly. 

"Well, If ya need me to beat them up, I can."