𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗 | 𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Ever since young, Chisuke had been keen to science, more specifically, physics and chemistry. Before even learning how to write, the young girl with brunette wavy locks drew— on anything her young mind considered a canvas— the molecular and electronic geometry of different molecules. She sat for hours on the floor, drawing molecules, the drawings scattered through the living room floor.

Her parents initially thought that due to her love for science, the little girl would be introverted and would not make many friends. Going against their predictions, Chisuke never showed trouble in the social aspect— in fact— she showed excellent social skills. During recess, or even weekends at the park, the young girl with slate grey eyes was never alone, she was always surrounded by kids, and in every game they played, she was the one who lead. The one who chose what to play, and everyone chose to follow her.

She always loved being in the spotlight, being the center of attention, being the best. She relished the feeling of being adored, being admired, even worshiped.

It felt so right. As if it was written in fate to be worshiped like a goddess, because she was a goddess.

Imagine her surprise when a new girl in her first grade had the audacity to believe she —a worthless low life — could take her place as the star of the playground. Chisuke knew that if she wanted to keep her power, she had to get rid of that low-life. So, she did what she had to do.

While everyone was at the playground, Chisuke sneaked into the classroom and stole the other kids' lunch to put them inside the girl's backpack. Then, she opened the girl's notebook, and copying the girl's handwriting, Chisuke started writing degrading things about her classmates and herself. Before the break was over, the brunette sneakily got out of the classroom and ran to the bathroom so she wouldn't raise suspicions.

The brunette hid a satisfied smirk under her palm as she feigned surprise at her missing lunch, just like the rest of the kids. After finding all of the food in Aoi's —the girl Chisuke loathed — cubicle, the kids glared at her. Later that day, when Aoi went to the bathroom during the class, Aoi's seatmate caught a glimpse of her notes. When she started reading, she called everyone over and they started reading, making everyone mad, including the teacher.

The month ended with Aoi changing schools. Her mother and her walked down the block with from outside the school's playground. Chisuke stops in front of the gate where Aoi was walking past, she smirks deviously and winking at her right after, relishing on her furious face before walking to the swings.

That day, the devil inside of her was born.

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The weekend after her birthday, the brunette toddler and her mother went to the park near their house. As soon as she set foot on the ground of the park, Chisuke ran to the stairs of the platform of the slide only to be push to the side by an explosive hair blond when she was about to slide. Her head hits the metal railings of the platform, a throbbing pain on the back of her head threatened to let tears escape her eyes.

But she didn't cry, she would never cry.

Instead, she leans in the slide and harshly grabs a strand of the boy's hair, his head hitting against the hard plastic. Unfortunately, Chisuke loses balance and falls down the slide with the boy, hitting the ground on top of his back. She stands up and dusts her once impeccable shirt.

"Oi! What's wrong with you extra?!"

With a bored gaze, the girl glances at the blonde, who had dirt and tear stained cheeks. His voice was brittle and his eyes were teary. Chisuke couldn't help but smirk down at him before chuckling mockingly.

"Are you crying? Really, just because of that? Pathetic."

The boy sniffled, the tears that once threatened to leave his eyes now rolled down his cheeks non stop and his chest rose and fell rapidly. The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes before staring down at him with detached eyes.

"Stop crying already."

The boy's sobs die down, and the girl grabs him by the collar of his shirt to get him to stand. She pats the boy's head before walking away to the swings, not even bothering to look back at the boy, who decided to follow her.

She sat on the swing, but before she could stretch her legs to move forward, a pair of hands pushed her back to swing her. She looks over her shoulder to spot the blonde's crimson eyes, she looks forward again and lets him push her.

"What's your name?"

She asks, her voice sweet and friendly, a complete contrast from her previous interactions.

"Bakugou Katsuki."

She hums, looking over her shoulder at him— a small smile adorned his face.

"I'm Chisuke Kyōryokuna. Remember it."

The girl jumps off of the swing when her mother calls her to go home. WIthout saying goodbye to her new "friend", the girl dashes to her mother, who picks her up and walks down the street with the brunette.

Leaving the blonde boy with an awestruck gaze and a small blush on his cheeks. 

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