Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Ticking

It all happened so fast.

Katsuki appeared out of nowhere. (Y/n) hadn't seen him come out of the bushes until he was suddenly in front of her, detonating a deadly explosion directly to the predator's face and blowing it to bits.

Gasping, she stopped herself from slicing his head off in the nick of time and took a few clumsy steps backward. She accidentally tripped on her feet and lost her balance, causing her to fall on her behind. Due to her disorientation and loss of focus, the scythe in her hand transformed back into a hairpin and fell on the grass somewhere.

The animal's headless corpse dropped on the ground with a loud thud, right in front of Katsuki's boots. (Y/n)'s eyes widened at the corpse and she pulled her legs a bit closer to her heaving chest.

Katsuki stared down at the body with a scowl as thin tendrils of smoke wafted from his palms.

The corpse began glitching in and out before it disappeared like the praying mantis.

Beep

Katsuki briefly checked his timekeeper.

51

Dammit. The boy wiped off the sweat from his upper lip with the back of his hand, irritation vivid on his face. Just 50 points for this fucker?!

He turned around to check on (Y/n)'s condition and his wine-red eyes scanned her from head to toe. She seemed fine, unhurt. Though she continuously stared ahead into nothing, looking quite spooked while probably trying to decipher what just happened. The frown lines on his forehead relaxed a bit and his hand got a sudden itch to offer itself to her to help her stand up.

"The thought of your hands on her makes her want to retch her guts out."

Mentally cursing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned his head away from (Y/n). He drove his a death glare at a nearby tree, his trademark scowl taking back its rightful place.

Just what the fuck was he thinking? It wasn't like she'd accept it anyway. And if she did, she'd probably scrub her hand until the skin was raw afterward. Those four shitheads were fucking wrong. He never had a chance with her, to begin with. He had lost it the minute he decided to be selfish and have her to himself, even if it was for a damn fucking minute.

Katsuki scoffed to himself.

Apologize when he had the chance to be alone with her? Fucking stupid. What was the point of it now...it's not like she'd ever change how she saw him. So why not just roll with the punches and treat her exactly how she treats him. Like he doesn't give a damn about her.

He turned back to look down at her, all emotion sans anger completely wiped off from his face.

Maybe if he continued that way, the burn in his chest won't be so fucking annoying and painful.

"Get up, dumbass," he said, his voice strained and tired as he lightly kicked her foot. "We need to move."

The girl snapped her head up to glare at him.

"What was that?!"

Fan-fucking-tastic. Katsuki frowned. "What was what?"

(Y/n) quickly rose to her feet and pointed to the spot where the jaguar lost its life. "That! That thing! And-and-and-" she gestured to his whole form with a flailing hand. "You! Hiding! And then appearing out of nowhere!! What was that?!"

"So?" the male skimmed his wary gaze over the rows of trees instead of her. "What of it?"

(Y/n)'s hackles rose, her eyes narrowing. His rare act of calmness was starting to both creep her out and irritate her more than when he's shouting back at her.