In another place. [ENG] [DKBK x OC]

eighteen.

«Izuku»

I swear to God..,

To God...

That this woman will fucking kill me.

I can't believe she's real.

I mean... how's her existence even possible?

"Looks bad?" She asks. She goddamn asks.

"Looks like I wanna see you in that dress for the rest of my life but I also wanna tear it in half out of your body."

She chuckles, then sees her other man there ready, lying on the bed, swearing to God looking to nothing but the beauty of that ass in that nice piece of clothing.

"So? What you think?"

"I'm a man, curly, I'm thinking the exact same thing."

Now her laugh is louder, she rolls her eyes and, knowing well we approve as much as we disapprove the fact we're going to a place where many will surely think that too, she still goes on with the plan by walking then to put on some gloss on those already kissable lips.

Bad luck for all those men though, cause that lady not only has one, but two gorillas who'd break the nose of whoever daring to look at that ass as we are right now actually doing.

I force myself to check the time though, we agreed we'd meet here to go together.

It's twenty minutes late now, but knowing the customs of this country it seems like we're still in the range of punctuality. I don't know how, I don't understand this either but it's not like I can do anything but to adapt.

"Hey, curly."

"Yeah?"

"Don't you feel like coming and give me some love before we go?"

"I don't."

I laugh. God, what a woman, I hate her.

"Come on..." I murmur, sitting down with Kacchan, tapping the bed. "Just a little bit, that lip-gloss looks tasty."

"Mh, you're right about that" She nods, tasting a little bit of her own lips. "You wanna try?"

"God, woman, what a question."

She, smiling big, comes here, crawling on the bed to get close to us, to me, and so...

Run a finger over her lips to put a bit on fucking mine.

"It's like peach with-"

"Jesus Christ, Kailani, comiste verga de payaso?! Just fucking kiss me!"

So, even when I make her kiss me myself, she still tries to get away from me so she can laugh.

"I couldn't even taste the flavor!"

She keeps laughing, seems like she doesn't really believe what I just said. "Who the fuck taught you that?!"

Kacchan, chuckling too, says; "It's general culture, curly, you gotta learn some Latin slang."

Lani laughs even more, shoves him with her bare feet. "Shut up you fool."

"Shut me up then."

"What? No! I was going to kiss her first!"

"You kissed her already, s' my turn."

"She just smeared her lipstick all over me, that wasn't a kiss!"

"Like I care, s' my turn anyway."

I completely pout, and she bursts out laughing; she shakes her head in total disapproval at the two of us, even though she loves our fake fights.