Addicted Love

Chapter 5

Arisa's frustration simmered beneath the surface, a volcano ready to erupt. "Mom, I swear, I didn't give him my number!" she reiterated, her voice rising in pitch as she faced her mother, who was relentless in her questioning. The living room felt intense, Bakugo caught in the crossfire, his eyes darting between the two from the couch. He could sense the impending storm; his sister's temper was like a live wire. So when their dad wasn't home, it was up to him to help restrain Arisa if she got out of control.
"Then how did he get it?" Mitsuki pressed, her brow furrowed with concern. Arisa's response was a crescendo of anger and despair, her words tumbling out in a frantic stream. "For the millionth time I DONT KNOW DAMNIT!! Why is nobody listening to me!! I dont know!! I don't know I don't know I don't know!!" Frustrated and slipping into an episode, Arisa turned and made a sudden kick sending the side table crashing, the vase shattering into a million pieces, mirroring her fractured state of mind.
"Arisa, please, just breathe," Mitsuki urged, her voice steady, though her heart raced. She recognized the signs all too well; her daughter was spiraling, and they had to tread carefully. Bakugo observed silently, still sitting on the couch. He remembered the days when their mother's temper matched his own, but now, they all had to adapt for Arisa's sake and had to learn self control. Because it all depends on how they respond to her storm on if the outcome is good or bad. Bakugo was the only one who still struggled with that at times.
"Stop treating me like I'm dangerous!" Arisa screamed, her face red and eyes nearly bloodshot. Mitsuki's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Arisa's chaos. "Sweetheart, I just need you to breathe. Alright. We're just trying to help you." she reassured, though Arisa's anger was a wall that felt insurmountable.

"Fuck all of you! I'm going to bed! And don't you dare come into my room!!!"

Arisa stormed off to her room, leaving the remnants of the argument hanging in the air. Mitsuki sighed, her heart heavy, turned to Bakugo to sit next to him on the couch. "Here, you can you take her phone to her when you head up." she said, handing it over.
"Wait, you're giving it back?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, surprised by his mother's decision.
"Just keep an eye on her. I'll sort out her prescription tomorrow, oh and, Thank you for looking out for her at school." She says knowing how hard Arisa can be to handle.

You know I expect extra allowance for having to babysit her at school, right?"
Mitsuki rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Deal, but no more bruising her. I can't have child services knocking at our door."
Meanwhile, in her room, Arisa wrestled with her emotions, replaying the day's events in her mind. Anger boiled within her, directed at everyone—her brother, her mother, and especially Max. Yet, a nagging curiosity lingered about who had her number and why it was on Shinso's binder.
Then the memory of Shinsou's gaze, warm and inviting, flooded her thoughts. "Why did he have to be there in that moment?" she groaned, burying her face in her pillow. "He's so cute, and I looked like a total fool!"

"I gotta fix it. Somehow... but my idiot brother is going to be stalking me. He embarrassed the hell out of me today!" She says hitting her wall with her fist.

Determined to reclaim her dignity, she plotted her revenge against Bakugo for the embarrassment he caused. Just then, a knock interrupted her thoughts. "What?!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Bakugo entered, tossing her phone onto the bed with a casual flick. "Here," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. Arisa glared at him, her mind racing with schemes to get back at her brother while simultaneously wishing she could erase the day's blunders.

As Bakugo stepped out of the room, Arisa noticed him reach for his phone, sparking a mischievous idea in her mind. While he was busy in the shower, she seized the moment to sneak into his room, a place she always found thrilling to explore, though tonight was different; she had a purpose. Spotting his phone charging on the bedside table, she quickly glanced at the screen and entered the passcode she had memorized from a previous encounter of her passing by him while he was putting it in. With a sense of urgency, she navigated to his contacts and located Denki's number, swiftly saving it to her own phone before making her exit. "Alright, let's stir up some trouble," she whispered to herself, a grin spreading across her face.