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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞
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" my loverboy. "
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"AYAME, DID YOU HEAR? APPARENTLY, A FIRST-YEAR GIRL HAS A CRUSH ON BAKUGO!" flinchingas you overhear two girls gossip, who mention a particular blonde. while you unlock your locker, you try to figure out where they are.
you slyly peek over your shoulder to see them right behind you, sipping milk cartons and applying lip gloss.
you attempt to focus on their conversation as you pack your bag, the hallway bustle making it hard to depict their voices in the sea of others.
"don't most of the first-years do?" the taller of the two, ayame, states matter-of-factly, picking the blue polish off her nails.
infuriatingly true.
after her friend throws her a look, ayame explains herself with a shrug, "they're fresh meat that doesn't understand that he's a dick, not the angel that he looks like. you should know."
the other one sighs, leaning onto her locker, slurping the rest of her drink while muttering, "ugh, i will never forget that fateful day. that was so embarrassing."
oh god, you heard about that. poor thing was talk of the school for a good week.
"he for sure ripped you a new one, aoi."
aoi physically droops with a groan, "the one time i shoot my shot! he acted as if i told him his mother was ugly. anyways, that's aside the point!"
shaking her head, she exclaims, "the first year approached him! and he was fine with it!"
no fucking way. the one day i don't go to the cafeteria.
