Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Escape

He wants to talk? (Y/n)'s eyebrows snapped together while she reread the words. Lightly groaning, she rubbed her tired eyes with the heels of her hands. Oh my God, he wants to talk...

In addition to the damn near heart attack she had experienced after reading his note, the unsettling feeling of dread and anxiety had taken over and was rabidly gnawing on the pit of her stomach. That and a mix of butterflies that wouldn't calm the fuck down made her feel worse.

Propping both elbows atop her desk, she let the note slip from her fingers and buried her face in her hands.

"Oh God no," she shook her head and let out a mix of a whine and a sob. "No. No. No. No. He wants to talk...noooo..."

She allowed herself to wallow in her despair for a few more seconds before a small, forced chuckle escaped her lips. Her fingers slid back over her head to tug at her hair and she stared at the empty space in front of her desk with wide red-rimmed eyes.

She was too sleepy for this bullshit.

Her (e/c) eyes fell back on the note on her desk and she held her clasped hands in front of her face.

Why did he want to talk all of a sudden? What was there to talk about? Well, she knew there was something to talk about but hadn't she already made her intentions clear? Very clear to be exact.

And what in the fresh titty was up with that face at the end? Was it Midoriya's way of making his request sound less hostile and nerve-wracking? To make her think that nothing bad was going to happen? Because it was doing the freaking opposite.

Unless...

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. With a shake of her head, she pressed her palms to the sides of her face. No. No way. We're not thinking about that possibility now.

But what if-

I should answer this. He's probably waiting.

Ignoring her brain because fuck its bad vibes, (Y/n) grabbed her bag from the floor, zipped it open and rummaged through it for a pen. On finding it, she took it out, together with her notebook in preparation for homeroom. Not bothering with her bag and leaving it on her lap, she placed the book on her desk and the note over it.

With eyes glued on the note and expression hardening, she clicked her pen.

***

(Y/n) incessantly jiggled her foot while she tapped her pen against the side of her desk.

"-And that concludes everything on our coverage of A Page Of Madness. Any questions will be asked at the very end of the lesson. Now, for your homework today, you will be writing an essay on..."

Cementoss' voice stuck like underwater background noise to the girl's ears as she stole another glance at the time on the overhead clock.

Can this clock move any slower? She chewed on her bottom lip and looked back to Cementoss. He had written something on the board. Capitalized letters with numbers next to them. It took (Y/n) a few seconds to realize it was the next topic they were to tackle along with the page numbers it was covered on. Were they supposed to read or write notes on it?

Nevertheless, she had more important things to focus on.

Audibly exhaling, (Y/n) pressed her hand to her stomach and winced. Her insides were churning and cramping, making her feel achy and nauseated. Coupled up with the constant feeling of a chill tingling down her spine, her head was killing her, a product of too much overthinking and lethargy.