"You make everyone see what you want to see, Y/n."
"Their willpower makes them see what they want."
"I don't want to have to see our future if it's a mirage."
"You're the one making yourself see it."
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"We looked at each other, but no words spilled from our chests. I wonder what was going through his head."
Mina drug the two of us to an empty coat closet, giggling at how awkwardly we walked. Momo granted her the key, which she proudly held in her excited grip as she inserted it into the lock, prying open the door. We all peer inside the surprisingly spacious room, only for a few moments.
"Alright, Kiddies! In you go!" The girl practically shoved me inside while Bakugo growled at the thought of her touching him. He walks in himself.
"Make sure I'm outta here in-"
"Yeah, yeah, Boom Boy," she dismisses him, closing the door abruptly in his face and I can't help but laugh a little.
The pomeranian slowly turns his head to me with a smirk. He holds his palm up, lightly sparking his quirk for a little light.
Oh, he has an idea-
"YOU COULD'VE JUST ASKED ME-" He yells against the door to the expected collective gasping from the group. The key jingles in the lock before everyone goes quiet.
"My ears." I wince, rubbing my temple lightly.
"Sorry, not sorry. They want a show, let's give 'em one." He crosses his arms, standing against the far wall of the closet. I can smell alcohol, most likely off of myself, and gag a bit.
"Why not? Nothing else to do." I copy his position and then clear my throat, preparing myself to prevent the destruction of my vocal cords.
"OW, NOT SO HARD." I hold a hand against my throat, massaging it lightly.
"I mean, we could talk." He suggests, letting his head tilt down comfortably. His palm stays open, at a little bit of a distance now.
"Talk? About what? My undying feelings for you?" I scoff, chuckling at the thought.
"Tch. No. Fuckin' weirdo." He shakes his head before making a gesture that he's going to yell again. I cover my ears and nod.
"IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT, BACK OFF." I snort at his words, seeing a smile creep up his face.
"DO YOUR WORST!" I fake challenge, my smile widening.
"FINE, BUT DON'T COMPLAIN LATER." Another laugh.
"DEAL, BITCH." I cover my mouth to suppress my laughter, getting a little warm from how worked up I'm getting. His quirk wasn't particularly cooling the small space down, either.
"WHAT DID YOU-"
"SHUT UP AND SHOW ME." I finish the entertainment and sigh, calming down from my laughing fit.
