missed messages | Ibuki x mikan

lets play a game

bisaster: hey!! I'm rlly sorry but u have the wrong number :(

Mikan stared at her phone. She messed up. Like she always does. They should be mad at her, yet their words felt kind. She felt secure despite never knowing this person. "That can change" she thought, before smothering the thought. Sighing, she began typing a message to the stranger.

Sent!

crybabynurse: ohh nno!!! I'm sso ssorryy!!
pleas e fforgive mee!!!!!

Mikan scanned the message, seeing all the errors and mistakes she had made. Why was she like this? Can't she stop trembling while typing? Mikan was a nervous wreck. They probably hate her, dont they? They probably want her to leave them alone. She threw her phone on the bed out of frustration, but she was curious.

Mikan checked her phone once again, seeing a new message, it felt like the stranger was assuring her things would be okay, that she doesn't hate them.

Even though it was 10 words, she was assured they didn't hate her. 10 words that didn't mean anything to them, but meant everything to her, in a peculiar way.

bisaster: I wanna talk to you more! Let's play 20 questions!

She typed out a response, a small smile forming on her face.

crybabynurse: umm ook!! yyou start

She felt excited for the conversation, wondering what they were going to say next. Mikan knew you shouldn't talk to strangers but, she felt attached to this one, despite sharing few words with them. She stopped trembling.

bisaster: Ok! What's ur name? It's Mikan rite??

crybabynurse: yeah! what about you?

bisaster:My name is Ibuki! Ibuki speaks in 3rd person buuuttt she didn't think giving her name to a stranger was smart

bisaster:Ibuki thinks you have a pretty name!

A pretty name? That made Mikan blush a bit.

crybabynurse:really!?! your name is too!

bisaster:Thank you! How old are you?

crybabynurse:I'm 17, what about you?

bisaster: Woooah!! Ibuki is 17 too!

crybabynurse:really?? what a coincidence!!

They continued talking for the rest of the night, occasionally, a small smile formed on Mikan's face and a giggle would slip out. She felt... secure.

Mikan wondered how Ibuki felt the whole time, did she feel happy too?

Mikan hoped she did.

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hello! this is a new/rewritten version of the chapter thst i wrote before i decided not to finish the rewrite! it was p good so i decided to just put it here

"H-Hi! I'm Mikan Tsumiki!" Mikan stutters, suddenly becoming very interested in her shoes. A blush was plastered onto her face, anxiety eating her up. She decided to finally work up the courage to talk to her crush, Junko Enoshima.

Junko Enoshima was an extremely popular girl at her high school. The strawberry blond was a model, and very pretty. Mikan would often find herself lost in Junko's eyes, distracted.

"Um. Hey? Do I know you?" Junko asks her, clearly not paying attention to the dark haired girl. She picks at her nails, seeming impatient. Mikan hoped she wasn't causing the girl any trouble.

"I-I don't think so... I'm s-so sorry if I'm bothering you!" Mikan splutters out, apologising as quickly as she can.

"I mean, I don't really care. What do you want from me?"

"I-I really really like y-you! C-Can I maybe have your number... if it's okay! I-I'm so sorry i-if i'm bothering y-you!" Mikan's cheeks are as red as strawberries, her palms are sweaty, and she hopes Junko doesn't want to hold her hands, or anything.

Junko looks up at her, an unreadable expression on the blond's face, before pulling out a notebook, and quickly writing down something on a slip of paper. The fashionista hands the slip of paper to her, smirking, before walking away.

Mikan's done it. She's gotten THE Junko Enoshima's number.

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crybabynurse: uum hh hey!! it ss mikan!! is this junko??

scenequeen: UM,,,, SORRY BUT THIS ISNT JUNKO :((

Ibuki's phone reads "4:20am", her room is illuminated from the brightness of her phone that highlights her face.

Also, hehe funny number!

A "ping!" noise surprises Ibuki. She reads the message, and it's from a wrong number.

Ibuki feels pretty bad for the random person, I mean, getting some stranger's number instead of your crush? That's gotta hurt, dude. Instead of leaving the sweet, mysterious person on seen, she decides to leave a message informing them.

The scene girl decides to blast music in her ears, and continue reading fanfiction. She wasn't too worrried about the stranger, Ibuki doubts they'd be mad, as they seem like a really sweet person.

Okay, Ibuki knows she hasn't ever talked to this person, like, at all, and they've literally sent one message, but they have really good vibes!

"Ping!"

So, Ibuki didn't expect them to reply this fast.

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