that afternoon, when Emma went home, her mom still wasn't there.
she didn't really question it, thinking that she might still be doing a lot of preparations for the funerals.
Emma went to her room to put her bag and jacket down.
"ahhhhhhhh...."
she sighed. she was still thinking about this morning, at the break. she giggled and wiggled her toes a bit, biting her bottom lip trying to contain her excitement. her emmussy was still flustered. she shook her head, pulling herself together and trying to forget about the unholy thoughts wandering in her mind. 'i should go study', Emma thought as she was making herself a sandwich, the only comestible meal known of the household, along with instant noodles.
she ate it while getting changed in a cute crop top, an oversized flannel shirt and a pair of jeans.
she stuffed her bag with her copybooks ; with all the stuff that has been happening in her life, she hasn't really had the time to properly focus on school.
Emma arrived at the library a few minutes later. she found a seat near a window, which always reminded her of her seat in school, next to Yagami-sama. she started studying meticulously, biting the tip of her pencil in concentration.
BADABOOM !!!!
a big pile of books fell behind her. everyone in the library gasped. Emma turned around, surprised and still a bit shocked.
"DO YOU ALL NEED MY PICTURE? STOP LOOKING AT ME, WILL YOU??!"
someone yelled : presupposedly the person that made the pile fall over. Emma stood up to try to see who it was, and if they needed help in case they were hurt. she approached the disheveled books while the clumsy individual was still vociferating all kinds of insults.
"h-h-hi, do....d-do you... n-need he-help ?"
Emma offered her hand to help the boy get up. his hair was the color of the sand of the beach, a strong and golden beige. his hair, being styled in spikes, stood out a lot. his eyes were a deep, passionate and bloody red.
"NO I DON'T NEED HELP FROM A LITTLE OGRE LIKE YOU THAT CAN'T EVEN SAY A WHOLE SENTENCE WITHOUT STUTTERING LIKE A BAKA!!"
he yelled, ignoring Emma's generous help. he got up awkwardly and kicked the books on the floor, hands in his pockets . he was a real bad boy. a thug. a gangster, even. he started walking out, spiting at everyone that was looking at him.
he then stopped midway and seemed to think for a bit. he came back in front of the poor little ogre that Emma was.
"give me your phone."
he ordered. and so, she did. her petite and fragile 4"3, 16 kg body was shaking in fear. and maybe in excitement, too. she liked danger. he gave her her phone back.
"w...wh-"
she didn't even get to finish her phrase : she noticed he put his number in it. she looked up to him. he scoffed.
"my name is bakugo. text me if you feel like it."
he then left for good, leaving Emma speechless and charmed by his bitter-sweet and bordeline abusive personality.
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the killer's bitter-sweet apple
FanfictionEmma is an average, rather normal, high school student. unfortunately, her dad's job moving him abroad forces her to transfer schools. but just who is this hot and mysterious guy she gets seated next to...? his eyes seem to hold many secrets that s...
