♤Masked girl × Her Bully♡🔞

CHAPTER 7:sandwich

show your dirty underwear to me "
he said blandly making sure not to display any kind of curiousity and emphasising on 'dirty' .

her legs started shaking visibly .

"please " she said in a feeble voice

making katsuki smirk getting wider her begging were a ointment to his bruised ego .

"i won't say it again " he said getting back to his stoic expression.

her gloved hand lingered around the hem of her baggy hoodie.

she hesistantly started pulling it up inch by inch .

katsuki's eyes were fixted on her thighs subconsciously he was holding his breath ,Time seemed to crawl.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow upon the deserted street.

With each passing moment, the veil of secrecy grew thinner, tantalizingly close to being lifted.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

all of a sudden,
the distant rumble of an approaching car reverberated through the stillness.

Panic seized her like icy tendrils wrapping around her limbs.

as she frantically pulled her trousers back scanned her surroundings, seeking refuge ,she doesn't want anyone to see here nor did her bully.

Without hesitation, she swiftly retreated into the shadows .

As of bully's case a flicker of panic danced across his eyes. His polished façade threatened to crumble at the mere thought of being seen with her, a realization that sent a surge of unease coursing through his veins.

Pride and reputation were the pillars upon which he built his carefully crafted image, and any dent in that armor would be a blow to his carefully constructed ego.

In that fleeting moment, as the distant sound of the approaching car sliced through the silence, his instinct for self-preservation surged to the forefront.

His face contorted, a mixture of apprehension and disdain, as if the very notion of being associated with her was a stain he couldn't bear to endure.

Swiftly, almost reflexively, he distanced himself from her, a calculated step backward to protect his cultivated status.

The delicate balance of his swagger and self-assuredness threatened to shatter, and he couldn't allow such a blemish to tarnish his reputation as a charismatic and irresistible figure.

With a nonchalant flick of his imperfectly yet perfectly styled blonde hair, he turned his back on her fleeing form, his strides exuding a sense of entitlement and indifference.

In his mind, he was above all , and he had no time for the company of just any woman.

To be seen with her, even in the most fleeting of moments, would be an affront to his carefully curated persona.

His gaze followed her retreating figure for a second, a mixture of dismissal and superiority glinting in his eyes.

It was a silent message, an unspoken declaration that he had no interest in associating himself with someone who didn't meet his lofty standards.

And so, as she disappeared into the shadows, he straightened his posture, a defiant stance that dared anyone to question his superiority.

Deep down, however, a flicker of insecurity lingered, buried beneath a heavy layers of arrogance and self-assurance.

But he would never let it show, for he was the embodiment of confidence, one could penetrate the armor of his pride.

As the night unfolded, his thoughts her presence, coiling around his mind. Despite his outward display of indifference, a fire raged within him, fueled by wounded pride and a burning desire for vindication.