ᴍᴜᴋᴜʀᴏ ɪᴋᴜsᴀʙᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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"Ah, Mukuro...!" The shy girl called out, seeing the two sisters walk through the halls. While Junko gave her a small, questioning look, the Ultimate Soldier didn't even consider looking at her. Maybe she was in a bad mood or she had somewhere to be at. Either way, it kind of hurt.

When it came to Mukuro Ikusaba, (y/n) had enough to courage to get under people, just to try and have a small conversation with the black haired female. Most of the time, she was scared of Junko or - like that day - Mukuro would just ignore her.

"Hey, ugly, I think some Reserve Course student just called out your name." Junko looked at her sister, slight mischief sparkling in her eyes. "No, I don't think so. Let's just go to Kamakura." Shrugging, the Ultimate Fashionista did as the soldier suggested, not noticing the glance Mukuro threw at (y/n).

"And I was like, duh, Kamakura is so much better than his f-cking boring brother! What's that loser's name again? Makoto?" The Ultimate Soldier shook her head. "He's called Hajime Hinata." "Yeah, that's what I said, you dumb b-tch!" Junko immediately shot back, throwing one of her pigtails over her shoulder.

"Dumb? A b-tch? Wow, these are all things that fit me!" The black haired female said, a slight blush on her face. Their relationship definitely wasn't like the ones that others had with their siblings, but no one knew that, so who really cared?

Rolling her eyes, the strawberry blonde pulled out her phone, texting someone every now and then. "Some dude just told me he wants me to model for his designs. I bet they're all boring just like him." Huffing, Junko crossed her arms, ignoring texts that the designer might have sent her again.

"Maybe you should finally get yourself a manager." Her sister cautiously said, earning herself a glare from the Ultimate Fashionista. "Boooring! Why would I want that? They could mess all my plans up." She thought about it again. "But that would maybe be so much fun and chaos...!"

Slowly, the soldier gave a nod. "I guess it would b-" "Shut up! You're right, I'm gonna get myself someone to do that!" With a mischievous grin, Junko walked into the classroom where they had agreed to meet Kamakura. The door closed behind them and the halls were quiet once again.

From a distance, (y/n) could be seen with a disappointed look on her face. She didn't even notice the glance that she received either. 'Was I too quiet again...?' Slightly embarrassed, the (h/c) haired student fiddled with the grey jacket of her uniform. 'Maybe she did notice me...!'

Her cheeks immediately began to grow red. 'And if she noticed me, she probably ignored me on purpose and I won't be able to look at her ever again! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing...!' Swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat, she decided to get back to class.

Her worst nightmare came true when she stepped into the classroom: Everyone was looking at her, whispering amongst themselves. "Did you see that? (L/n) really called out to Ikusaba. Do you think they know each other?" "What? No way! We could get close to Enoshima, if that's the case!"

Clenching her teeth together, (y/n) sat down at her desk, trying to ignore all the people staring at her, though some had already lost interest in her. 'Why is it that big of a deal? I didn't call out to Junko, after all...!' She felt the urge to cry.
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