Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Power

Satori didn't interest herself in the meaningless chatter that the other girls engaged themselves while in the changing room.

She kept to herself the whole time as she focused on putting on the last of her black gloves, her expression hardened in deep thought. Her classmates seemed to be steering clear of her, even Akane and Fumiko, as they were all aware of her infamous temper whenever she was in a mood. That and (Y/n) was still giving her the silent treatment.

When she was done fixing the hem of her glove around her wrist, she flexed her fingers to test how they fit. She then clenched her hand into a fist.

"Weak people never amount to shit, Satori. And you know what you are? You're weak! Just like your fucking mother. And that's why she wants to leave me. IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU!"

No...Her body went rigid, her grey eyes blowing wide open. A cold sweat broke out all over her being and her shaky fist tightened. That's not-

Bang!

The slamming of the locker next to hers jolted her back to her senses with a loud gasp. Once she recognized where she was, relief washed over her and an annoyed scowl marred her face. She turned her head to say a word or two to the perpetrator only to find that they were already long gone. Letting out a disgruntled sound, she slammed her locker door shut and turned to make her way towards her new target in mind.

(Y/n) raked her fingers through her hair before gently gathering it back in her hands. Taking a hairband out of her given locker, she put it between her pursed lips and continued gathering her hair neatly.

"(Y/n)."

The girl glanced at the person standing next to her before nonchalantly looking back at her locker as if she hadn't seen or heard her.

Satori's forehead creased, her mouth dropping open in offense and she rested her hands on her hips.

"Are you seriously still not talking to me?" she asked, disbelief weighing heavy on her tongue. "Come on, it's been over two hours. I'm your best friend, we need to sort this out."

Neither reacting nor saying a word back, the (h/c)-haired female took the hairband from between her lips and brought it up to tie her hair into a ponytail.

Satori felt a flicker of irritation and she rolled her eyes. "Stop being childish, (Y/n). This isn't funny anymore."

When she was done with her hair, (Y/n) rummaged through her bag for a piece of metal. Taking out what looked like a broken hairpin, she surveyed it for a few seconds before shrugging and putting it into one of her utility belt pockets. She then closed her locker and was about to head towards the exit when Satori obstructed her path by standing in front of her.

Sighing inwardly, (Y/n) rolled her eyes but didn't make a move to push past Satori. Instead, she stubbornly avoided her gaze by keeping her eyes trained on a far off spot over Satori's shoulder. It was getting difficult ignoring Satori, especially when she was so annoyingly persistent but her gut told her not to give in. To keep at it.

Satori tried angling her head to meet her eyes but (Y/n) turned her head towards the opposite side, insistent on not looking at her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Satori reach out for her hand to hold it and she jerked it away from her reach.

Shoulders sagging in defeat, Satori's eyes roamed all over (Y/n)'s face for any sense of understanding and she scoffed.

"You're seriously choosing him over me?" she asked, her voice nearly cracking at the end. "After everything I've done for you?"

(Y/n) stilled, her eyes widening a smidge. That was it. The same line she delivered when she chose to go to U.A.

And just like that, her resolve snapped. Along with her patience.