𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 | Izuku x Yandere Girls Harem!

Chapter 9 - Bonds Tested by Chaos!

"Like, what the hell is going on here?" Junko's voice echoed in disbelief, her expression an odd mix of freaked out and intrigued. 

She noticed Maki sitting on Izuku's back while he did push-ups, and her expression showed both surprise and curiosity.

On the other side Mikan held Satō back, preventing her from lashing out and attacking Maki in a fit of jealousy.

"Hey, hold on! You can't just casually sit on his back like that. That spot is exclusively reserved for his girlfriend, you know? Girlfriend! ONLY his girlfriend get the privilege of sitting on his back." Satō's tone was sharp, filled with possessiveness and a peculiar kind of insistence, her words laced with a demanding edge.

"20! I— Can't!" Izuku's hands tremble in a sweat.

"Quit whining. You seriously giving up just because you think I'm heavy?" Maki's eyes flashed with irritation, her voice cold and unwavering. "I'm pretty damn light."

"Of course you're light, Flatty–Chest!" Satō taunted, her tone sharp and cutting.

"Huh!" Maki's expression darkened, a vine almost visibly sprouting from her forehead. "Do you want to die?!"

"Get off him or you'll be the one six feet under!" Satō barked, her tone a mix of aggression and possessiveness, as Mikan struggled to pacify her.

Junko rubbed her eyes, blinked, and then blinked again. 'Oh-M-G! His harem is growing! Satō, Mikan, Maki, Yuno... This guy's got something seriously special if he's attracting all these girls. And I bet it's in his pants~'

Yuno only stared at Izuku deeply, her eyes glued on his sweat as it dripped onto the floor, it gave her a warm, fuzzy sensation in between her that she couldn't describe. But she liked seeing Izuku in such a hot—sweaty state.

Junko couldn't help but feel. . . thrill at the whole situation. 

This was something she wanted to see until the end, she knew she wasn't going to be bored out of her mind like a zombie.

"Sister. Your... look jumpy." Mukuro pointed out.

"Ugh, seriously, shut your trap, Mukuro. Nobody wants to hear from the gene reject. This is why Mom always favored me over you." Junko shoved Mukuro's face away with disdain before taking her seat next to Yuno, with Mukuro following behind like the obedient little minion she is.

Yuno sighed, upset and tired from the last event.

"So~" Junko whispered, her voice filled with a teasing lilt, "who won the fight? Was it you? Or her?" Junko's eyes darted towards Satō with a mischievous glint. "Well it must've been one of you cuz the two of you are alive and pumping like whores."

"Ugh, what's with that intense gaze? Are you trying to drill a hole into my soul?" Junko remarked, eyeing Yuno cautiously.

Yuno's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint in her gaze. "Why do you want to know? how do you know that..."

Junko shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, come on, loosen up! Everyone here's tumbling into the vortex of intense love and romance. Seriously, it's like a hormonal explosion, especially with these crazy-in-love girls around. You know very well... who I am referring too~"

"I'd rather not discuss it," Yuno replied curtly.

"U-um, Satō, p-please!" Mikan's plea trembled in desperation, her feeble attempts at restraining Satō falling apart.

"UGGRRR!" Satō's growl reverberated, her irritation palpable. "Flat chest, scram!" Crossing her arms, she bellowed with a mix of anger and frustration, "Now!" Her demand echoed with a no-nonsense tone that cut through the tension.