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the blonde by tv girl
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Superheroes have always been something that you've never been interested in. Though they are cool, you never got into that sort of thing. Okay...maybe sometimes you've imagined yourself as a superhero, being a badass and saving people. That was when you were just a small little girl, you're MUCH more delusional now. Those fake scenarios in your head be hitting DIFFERENT!!

You always thought that superheroes were just fictional but these days...you're sure nobody thinks that. You've been seeing a certain vigilante all over the news, he calls himself "Chainsaw Man"

You're not entirely sure how he got his powers, nobody really knows, well everyone but him! Recently, you've been enticed by the idea of trying to meet him and help him out. He's doing a better job at catching criminals than the police are if you're being honest. You can't voice these opinions since...your dad happens to be the police chief.

You're sure he'd send you away to some stupid sexist boarding school, where all you learn is how to be a housewife. Yup, your dad is as old school as they can get, he isn't very fond of those "mentally ill" people...but at least he's not racist! Not like that helps though...

You definitely don't agree with your dad but what can you do? What if he goes ballistic and kicks you out for supporting the skittle squad?! You'd rather be silenced...how else are you gonna get the money to buy cute clothes? And where would you even live??

"Y/N, pay attention!!"

Oh, shoot...

"Yeah?" You hummed as you ate your favorite cereal. You've always loved (favorite cereal) ever since you were a kid.

Your dad drank from his coffee mug and cleared his throat. He was going to work after he dropped you off at school. Your mom always stayed home and did her housewife duties, you SWORE you'd never be a housewife because you're gonna date a male wife and be a girl boss!

"Don't come home late, I don't need you running into Chainsaw Man. The guy thinks he's doing a good job!" Your dad grumbled and started going on a rant about his disdain for Chainsaw Man.

Ugh, you just wanted to defend the fuck out of Chainsaw Man. He wasn't even doing anything bad! There was only one thing that you thought about every time your dad complained about Chainsaw Man which was...

For a homophobic man, he was on Chainsaw Man's dick 24/7.

"Yeah...whatever you say." You replied as you finished your bowl and placed it in the sink. You went back to your room to grab your school bag.

You've never understood why police don't fuck with vigilantes when most of the time they're literally making their job easier or doing their job WAY better. You always hear the same fucking argument too! Apparently, he's not using the rules of "law that have already been put in place" whatever that means.

You can hear your dad's loud voice telling you to hurry your ass up, you grabbed your phone and quickly made your way to the car. You hopped in the backseat and buckled up. Your dad started pulling out of the driveway and you pulled out your black MP3 player and your wired earphones. Nothing like some good old daydreaming with music before school!

You hope all uniforms with long skirts are banned. Like the top part of your uniform is cute but did they really have to add a long-ass skirt?! You're pretty sure your dad sent you to this school for that reason alone, he thinks women should always be "covered"

Sometimes you're tempted to leak his ideology on the internet and see if people will flood the police station with emails about firing your dad for his outdated views but...then you'd end up homeless and hungry. Anyway, you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the loud ass bell ring.

You went to your class even though you really didn't want to. You didn't particularly like your teacher, Mr. Makoto. He was this tall and skinny man with black hair and some Harry Potter glasses, he was just too happy for your liking. He was always smiling and energetic, it was uncanny to you. You just couldn't believe a teacher actually liked their job that much.

You sat down in your assigned seat and your classmates started flooding in, one by one.
After everyone was in their seats, your teacher began ranting about the importance of being knowledgeable. You don't disagree but...daydreaming was looking way better than listening to your teacher yap!

"Please take out your history books and turn to page 238!" Mr. Makoto ordered as he took out a thick ass textbook.

You did the same as everyone else and took your textbook. You placed it on your desk but right when you were going to open it, you felt a light tap on your right shoulder. You lifted your head and looked to your right.

"I forgot mine at home...can we share yours?"

"Oh...sure."

You actually DIDN'T want to share your textbook but...he was kind of cute! Pretty brown eyes, and blonde hair that looked soft, he was taller than you, and his voice was weirdly cute. He moved his desk closer to yours and you put the textbook in the middle. You couldn't help yourself from glancing over at his face rather than reading along with the class. How did you never notice him?! Did you have competition or was he already taken?

Well, you don't bother learning about your classmates since most of them are fake as hell. You went to middle school with most of them, they may not remember you but you remember all of them very vividly. Anyway, you didn't learn shit from school today! You just kept looking at the boy sitting next to you, you found out his name was Denji.

How exactly? You definitely DIDN'T volunteer to take the attendance to the faculty room just to find it...who would do something like that? Definitely not you...

School was finally over, you could head home and talk to your friend about your crush that was starting to form. Your friend, Yuri, went to a different school, an all-girls school to be exact. You remember how devastated you were when she told you, who else was going to listen to you being delusional over a boy or talk about how much you needed to shit but god forbid you to use the school bathrooms.

As you changed your shoes, you saw Denji at the school gate. Wait...was that a girl?! A strawberry blonde girl was talking to Denji, you couldn't see her face at all but then they both left together. There was no way...

You needed to get home IMMEDIATELY! You had to tell Yuri about EVERYTHING! You hauled ass home because your dearest dad doesn't come home till 8 and your mom said it's good for you to exercise like you knew you were big-backed but did your own flesh and blood have to say it?!

You know what? Maybe your mom was right because when you got home you were slightly sweaty and desperately trying to control your heavy breathing. You walked straight to your room, ignoring the hot meal your mom prepared for you and your dad, you have much more important things to do.

"Yuri should be home now..." You mumbled as you looked through your closet to find comfortable clothes.

Unlike you, she had a ride to school and back. You quickly changed into some pajamas and a hoodie. You went to your fat-ass black telephone that was placed on top of your nightstand. You dialed Yuri's home phone, it rang for a while before someone picked up.

"Y/N? I just got home, what's up?" Yuri asked, you could hear the rustling of some sort. She was probably taking off her coat.

"I really need to talk about this guy in my class."