my family was about to celebrate but yknow my mom and brother kept arguing so we ended up not going anywhere
typical
mysista: oop that sucks
do you like wanna go to that cafe?
mybrotha: /sigh/
at least you're here for me 😔
mysista: u know i got yo back 😔👊
mybrotha: meet you in ten?
mysista: dude
you /know/ i need another ten minutes to do my hair
it looks like a bird's nest up in here
mybrotha: hey at least you weren't born with spiky porcupine hair
i look like katsuki
but hotter
mysista: lmaoooo u just gonna throw shade like that behind his back?
that's called being a pussy sis
mybrotha: damn it i hate when you're right
mysista:
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after about twenty minutes, you met with your friend at the coffee shop. she, of course, was extra about her outfit, and it showed some cleavage. she didn't mind it though, and she knew you scared off the creepy dickwads who threw stares her way.
"so, how's your brother? you didn't say if he got in, fam."
"eh, he's fine. i think...but, yeah, he got accepted too." you droned.
"oof, sounds like someone's upset." the girl gasped and looked your way. "is it that time of the month?"
you shook your head in shooketh, "what!? no! we're synced up, remember?" you grinned.
"ohhh, right. ya girl forgot." she stuck her tongue out.
your someone-is-looking-at-my-bitch-and-they-better-stop-before-i-unleash-the-beast senses tingled and your eyes flew to the source. your tingles were right and as the creep walked further away from you two before he got a chance to say anything, you threw a glare his way.
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he gulped nervously, turned away, and scampered off.
"camie, i swear to jesus himself, if one more fuckface catcalls you i'm throwing hands." you threw your arms up for emphasis.
"oh, relax! it's totes fine!" she giggled at your antics.
"i don't understand how you're okay with it." you sighed.
the brunette took a sip of her bubble tea, "i'm just used to it by now. since i was an early bloomer, i've always gotten looks."
you cut her off. "yeah, i know."
"you get looks, too!"
"fuck off, no i don't!" you defended a bit loudly.
"don't be shy! you totally do! i've seen it!" she leaned closer with a big dumb grin on her glossy lips.
a blush spread on your face. "damn it, cams! you play too much!" you sipped your drink, hoping to use it for a distraction.
"aw, c'mon! you're totes gorgeous!" she put a hand on her cheek and gave you a close-eyed smile.
you chuckled and rolled your eyes with furrowed brows. "stop, you're being ridiculous."
"soooo...are you gonna finally start training with katsuki? he's ripped, unlike you, you're a twink," she stated, raising her perfect eyebrows.
"what's wrong with being a twink?" you got all offensive.
"girl, nothing is wrong with being a twink! unless you're planning to be a hero."
