Two years later
"Fer, who are you really?" I ask them. "I didn't wanna ask you before and be disrespectful, and it didn't really cross my mind as I was on self-yeet mode," I add.
"Do you really want to know, Kami? We're having such a good time, and I wouldn't want to ruin it in case I'm someone you know," they reply.
"I guess you have a point, Fer. But I'm still curious..." I say, pouting slightly. They don't answer for a while. I hear a deep breath after a minute or two, however, like they were thinking about something. I was right.
"Let's keep it this way, Kami. Okay? And if you really want to know, let's invent a code word which you'll use the day you're ready to know who I am," they propose. I agree.
"I can live with that. Haha. See what I did there? Suicide? Live? Huh? Huh?" I chuckle smugly. I can hear the disappointment through the line, despite the utter awkward silence following my badum-tss.
"Let's go with... fuck you," they propose.
"Do you want me to know? I SAY FUCK YOU ALL THE FUCKING TIME," I reply, yelling.
"Well you asked me to pick, you fucking cumrag, deal with it. Just say fuck you less. Hmf," they reply.
"Fine," I say. "Fuck yoURSELF," I correct myself. Jesus this is gonna be hard. Harder than my DI-
"I'll be patiently waiting for your signal," Jennifer says.
"Are you a stoner, or what, drop the flirty act," I reply. They brutally sNorT.
"What?" I ask, dragging out the A.
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just imagining you struggling not to say 'fuck you' the next days," they say.
"Meh. I'm glad at least something about me amuses you," I reply, as the person on the other side, to my unknowingness, take a potato chip and eat it in their Lightning McQueen crocs............
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The Wake-Up Call
FanfictionAU in which quirks don't exist and Kaminari is a miserable office worker and the coincidental victim of Jennifer's morning calls. Contains mature language and mentions of suicide. Please read at your own risk. Severe exposure to sarcasm may occur.
