{3} C O S M O G Y R A L

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NOTE :
"Speaking..." - Japanese
"Speaking..." - English
"Speaking..." - Enochian
'Thinking...'

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cosmogyral -

adjective.

1.to whirl around the universe

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CHAPTER 3 : Cosmogyral

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Somewhere in SHIZUOKA PREFECTURE, Japan ; April 8th, 22XX, 7:30am


























"Aw, some onnn~!"


"What part of no and fuck off do you not understand!" Bakugou stomped his way to school, being followed and annoyed by Cassandra, who walked right beside and behind him.


He was just about to leave his house when Cassandra and her mom bumped into him and offered to walk with him... well, less like offered, and more like forced themselves onto him, cheeky smiled on both of them as he yelled threats at them.


"It's just a walk~ I promise I wont bother you for the rest of the day!" Cassandra whined. Bakugou rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Yeah right."


"Dear, stop bothering him. We'll just beat him to school then." Jeanne placed a hand on her daughters shoulder.


The thought of getting beaten at something, even something as small as who gets to school first, set something off in Bakugou. "HUH? What did you say you-!" He turned to them, only to cut himself off as no one was there.


He felt a strange coolness wave through him, making him shiver. "The hell? Fucking weirdos." He grumbled before rushing off.


Meanwhile, Jeanne and Cassandra had switched into Purgatorio without the explosive blonde boy looking.


"What a fucking party pooper." Cassandra huffed, an evident pout on her face. "Well, no need to worry any longer dear. I said we'd beat him there, so we'll beat him there. Let's go." Jeanne ran off, Cassandra following as close as she could. She was lagging behind a bit, but she still managed to somewhat match her mom's speed.


"Guess speed is also something we need to work on!"


"Aaaahhhh! Noooooo!"


























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Aldera Junior High, Japan ; April 8th, 22XX, 8:10am


























"Ugh, fucking annoying bitch. At least I beat her here, heh."


"What're ya muttering about there Bakugou! It's almost as creepy as Deku's"


"Haah? What was that?" Bakugou glared at the random extra that made up his stupid group, his gaggle of 'friends' all backed down at his unspoken threat, his quirk popping with tiny explosions in his hand.


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