「𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥」> BNHA

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❝𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗮?❝

The woman slowly turn to her young daughter's direction.

[Name] scrunched her nose. Her mother smelled disgusting. Her skin looked itchy, some places covered lightly with pus, her lips chapped and teeth disgustingly orange.

"What?" She slurred as her bagged eyes turned back to her work, her right typing erratically once more. [Name] clenched her old dress. Her mother is a writer. A astonishingly good one, yet her topics of choice buzzed with disdain from readers, she depicted disgusting portrayals of heroes and butchered them to her hearts content; but she did so beautifully. Too beautifully. Despite the disgusting actions and horrid words, you would be sucked into her works like a moth to a flame. [Name] could say so, for she read every single one of those god forsaken books.

"Mama... I wondered... Why I feel so fucking empty..?"

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"Shota!" [Name] growled, raising her hands that held washed underwear. "Don't touch my underwear! I keep telling you!"
Shota only rolled his eyes. "You'll never wash them." He set down his almost empty coffee aggressively.

"Shut up!"

"Roll in filth for all I care!" He threw on his hero shoes and slammed the door shut. She huffed and screamed with her mouth closed.

Finally calmed after a few more inverted screams, she prepared to venture outside.

The hustle and bustle of Mutsutafu never fit with her life. She remembered the far away countryside of the big city; calm, quiet. What a bliss.
Her scrawny legs moved with such haste that you would assume she was late for school, if not for her 'degenerate' attire.
Old ladies from the sidelines would scoff at her whenever she would trip slightly on some uneven side roads, showing off her short, strong blue nightgown underneath the dark hoodie that you couldn't deny was expensive. The lace would show a bit from the ends, yet she felt no embarrassment creeping up. For she had a mission.

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A damn date.

Natsuo was his name. A collage student just visiting from university.

He sat on the fancy metal chair, outside the café. To be specific, outside of a fairly expensive café. He sat with a lopsided smile that charmed everyone who saw it. His fingers twiddled absentmindedly as he registered the girl sitting right in front of him.

Her messy tresses previously looked quite neat, yet unstyled, still looked quite stylish. Her big furry hoodie was opened, showing her blue nightgown designed with dark frills. Vintage. And her calves that were covered by leg warmers making her whole outfit give off the vibe of a youngster.
Natsuo found it charming. Her nervousness especially. It was.... Cute.

"Uh— sorry for bein' late... My brother uh... Was being an ass..." She bit her chapped pink lips.

Natsuo licked his in return, leaning on one hand; "It's ok. Just got here after all." He smiled cheekily, trying to ease up the tension building in her shoulders.

"Are you sure... You're going to pay?" Her dark shoes clicked together. "I have money... Even though I look like I don't." Mumbling the last part. The menus on her hands clean and neat as she scanned something to eat. Preferably sweet.

"No worries, I'd like to treat a girl like you, after all." He replied smoothly in a boy next door way, calling a waitress and ordering a British food. What is it again? Fish and charcoal? But [Name] digresses.

As the waitress turns to her, she timidly ordered some sort of sweet plum breakfast. Usually , she disliked fruit. But maybe the change of pace might be good for her? Well... Maybe.

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Hey pookies 🩷🩷🩷

Natsuo fr cute tho

Fnna disappear again. Peace ✌️

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