𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 | Izuku x Yandere Girls Harem!

Chapter 15 - 💅💖SLAY QUEEN JUNKO ENOSHIMA💅💖

As tension crackled in the air, Izuku's nerves vibrated in sync with it. His eyes darted nervously from the towering figure of Junko, exuding an aura of confidence bordering on arrogance, to the monitors where their impending battle played out for all to see. The gaze of their classmates, fixated on the screen, mirrored the intensity of the moment.

Beside Izuku, Junko sauntered with an air of flamboyance, her demeanor exuding an almost palpable sense of superiority. It was as if she reveled in the spotlight, relishing the opportunity to showcase her prowess in the upcoming clash against Bakugou and Iida.

Among the spectators, All Might stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he observed the unfolding events. The weight of his presence added an extra layer of gravity to the proceedings, reminding everyone of the significance of the Trial of Battle.

Nearby, Mukuro stood stoically alongside Maki, her expression unreadable but tinged with a hint of anticipation. Her eyes, sharp and observant, followed the action on the monitors with a laser-like focus, betraying none of the inner turmoil brewing beneath her composed exterior.

Maki's lips pursed in frustration, a heavy sigh escaping her as her eyes remained fixed on the monitor, focusing intently on the green-haired boy, Izuku. "Let's see if all those months of training have paid off," she thought, her arms crossing over her chest in a display of simmering anger. Despite her stoic demeanor, her eyes burned with a fierce intensity, reflecting her unwavering determination.

A flicker of resentment flashed across her features. "I should be the one up there... Not that superficial bimbo with inflated confidence," she muttered under her breath. Her words dripped with disdain, a testament to the competitive fire burning within her.

Yuno cast a sidelong glance at Maki, her expression tinged with curiosity as she observed the stoic figure beside her. Mikan, clipboard in hand, remained impassive, her attention fixed on the unfolding events.

Meanwhile, Satō's demeanor betrayed a different story altogether.

Biting her bottom lip, her eyes blazed with a fervent intensity, a hint of madness dancing within their depths. "Darling," she murmured under her breath, her voice a whispered plea laden with both concern and possessiveness. "Please, be careful."

As the monitor displayed the scene before them, Satō's gaze flickered with a tumult of emotions. Anger simmered beneath the surface as she watched Bakugo and Izuku's approach.

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as thoughts of retaliation danced through her mind.

Junko's careless antics only served to stoke the flames of Satō's ire. With each careless gesture, each nonchalant sway of her arms, Satō's grip on her emotions tightened.

Her jaw clenched, muscles tensing with the barely contained urge to intervene.

"Izuku... Ugh! Damn it! I should've been your partner! We need to talk about the company you keep, darling. Junko's touchy-feely antics with you... I won't stand for it. She can't be contaminating you with her presence!" Yuno sighed inwardly.

"Eeeek!" Mikan's voice was barely above a whisper, a delicate murmur that echoed with a hint of anxiety. Clutching her clipboard tightly, she flinched at the gentle touch on her shoulder, her heart racing with trepidation.

"Eh!? Satō-san?" Mikan's voice quivered as she turned to face her companion, her eyes wide with surprise and a touch of fear.

Despite the concern etched on both their faces, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared apprehension that hung heavy in the air.