hysteria || ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵎᵇᵃᵏᵘˢᵠᵘᵃᵈ

carts and cuts

❝if the feeling had a price,

then i would gladly pay it,

over and over and over.❞

MOOD: EUPHORIC, STARTLED

❝DAMN IT! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE A GOD AT MARIO CART?!❞ A young hero yelled from the living room, making his partner laugh mercilessly as she swung the controller harshly to the left, her cart on the screen doing the same. No one dared to interfere with the ceremonial game of Mario Cart, because everyone knew Y/N would mop the floor with Sero any day.

Not even Bakugou, who stay slumped on the armchair, scrolling endlessly through his phone, his permanent scowl ever present.

"You underestimated me!" She laughed, swinging and dipping her controller madly, as if she were actually driving the car for real. "Years of practice have led to this, so don't think you're winning!" Bystanders merely walking into the kitchen for some food found their eyes being glued to the intense matchup on the big screen.

Waluigi and Daisy battled for first like their lifes depended on it, the rest of the competitors irrelevant as the two were dead set on the finish line. It was the last lap, so the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as the racers sped through the rainbow course, dodging bananas that threatened certain death, as well as the intimidating thwomps. A red shell from somewhere behind knocked Waluigi off the map, making a yelp erupt from the couch, swearing relentlessly until the lanky purple male was put back on the course by the slow as hell turtle on a cloud thing.

The lead gained by Daisy was abruptly cut short after a blue shell zoomed through the course, thrown by Toad in last place. With a shrill scream, Waluigi sped by the crumpled and defeated mess that was the princess and crossed the line.

"YES!" Y/N lurched, hands thrown to the roof as Sero groaned and threw his head back, hands covering his defeat stricken face. The sound of someone clearing their throat made the brunette whip around, only to find a head shaking at her.

Glancing over his levitating phone, Kenji simply gave a look that screamed disappointment as he motioned to the T.V. The wii remote was hovering in front of the screen, enveloped in a purple aura.

"This is exactly why you wear the strap."

"And look like a bitch? HELL NAH, TELL SOMEONE WHO CARES."

Argument clearly won, the brunette turned to her fallen foe, dead inside from the unfortunate turn of events. Holding out a hand, Y/N thought to be the bigger player. Looking through his fingers, the blackettes eyebrows rose slightly from the gesture and the stoic expression the female held.

"That was a great match, worthy opponent." She said solemnly, shaking his hand as she gave a grin. Returning the toothy grin, he gave a hard shake before leaning closer to engage in a staring competition,

"It won't end like that next time." He swore, not letting the tight grip on her hand fade. "This was a fluke, I'll win next time." With a smirk, his hand was dropped, and instead, the girl pointed to the big screen.

"Fluke or not, I won. And daddy Waluigi ALWAYS wins." Jumping off the couch and allowing her body to crack like a glowstick, she made a break for the kitchen, striking up a conversation with the poetic raven student, who was trying his best to down the milk from his cereal off his spoon.