𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 (ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴏᴄ)

Chapter 17

"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖..."
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　"𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣."　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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"Cuz' that's what I'm tryna do." Katuski smirks to himself, almost laughing as the words pass his lips.

My eyes widen, my brows furrowing down in horror that he'd just openly admit it- until he opens the door to the living room, stepping back to join the others.

I stay in hallway for a second too long, attempting to process what the fuck just happened. I blink, debating whether to just run back upstairs so I have the chance to squeal like a baby pig.

I'm gonna...

Scream... I think...

Yeah... I'm gonna scream.

I swallow down the desperate vault of emotions that wants to shriek out of my throat as I shake my head, turning to the door and stepping through it.

I ignore almost everyone, only feeling Bakugou's smug eyes following my figure as I dart over to the table of alcohol, pouring something I don't care to read into a cup before downing it.

Kiyoko darts her eyes between Atsuya and I, almost as though telling him to scold me as she can't bear to raise her voice with how many people are here right now.

My brother cracks up a laugh before stepping over to me, pulling the cup from my hand as I glare up at him.

"What? All flustered 'cuz your little boyfriend's here?" He smirks down at me, I bite back the desire to kick him in the head, instead reaching up to reclaim my cup that he holds above his head- far out of my reach.

"Nice joggers." The boy deadpans, noticing that they are in fact, his.

"I will crack your skull open." I grumble up to him. His eyes widen as a smile pulls at his lips. He shrugs, glancing back at Kiyoko before pouting falsely and dropping the cup back into my hand, letting me drink as much as I want in peace.

I slam my elbow into his stomach, causing him to choke as I step back over to my friends.

"Yeah- Amane's taller than Kiyoko by like half a centimetre but other than that, they're identical." Ochako says as I join the conversation.

"We're literally not." I grunt, refraining from rolling my eyes. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked if Kiyoko and I were twins, I'd be rich enough to not look like her anymore.

"No. It's creepy how similar you look." Midoriya chuckles, still sipping on his vodka and lemonade I made earlier. A smirk pulls at my lips, knowing he'll be drunk soon enough.

"You're here early..." Ochako points out to the only blond who looks like they'd rather be anywhere else than listening to this conversation.

He glances down at her, bored at the sound of her voice, and not offering a response. I almost wince at how completely opposite the two of them are.