☆ɢєṭ ȏȗṭṭѧ ṃʏ һєѧԀ! ☆(Inosuke x reader) [COMPLETED]

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"Oi (w/n)" Inosuke says tapping on your shoulder.

You ignore him.

"HEY IM TALKING TO YOU!" Inosuke yells.

"Leave me alone!" You yell shoving his arm off you.

"Fight me!!!" Inosuke screams, jumping infront of you.

You push past him and enter the art classroom. Even though you both have the next class together.

"I said fight me!!!!" Inosuke says, slamming his fists against your desk.

"Not interested." You say.

"AS IF I CARE!" Inosuke growls getting all up in your face.

'I'm so tired of this.' You think and take out your earbuds.

You blast heavy metal rock to block out his screaming, and you shut your eyes.

Inosuke continues yelling at you, you can hear the ringing of his voice even while playing music.

Then suddenly you get curious, does Inosuke even have a phone?

You open your eyes and look down at his pockets checking for any lumps. Then you see it, it appears he does have one. He doesn't seem to be on it that much though.

Inosuke pops one of your earbuds out.

"Hey!" You whine.

He plants the earbud into his ear to listen to the song your listening too.

"Oh I like this song." Inosuke smirks.

"You like heavy metal?" You chuckle.

"HELL YEAH! I even have drums in my garage!" Inosuke cackles.

"Ah... I just have a stupid old recorder flute from grade school." You laugh.

"Gimme your phone." Inosuke says trying to snatch it from you.

"Hell no! This is mine!" You growl.

"We should start a band, you have a flute I have drums, I'll add your number." Inosuke smirks.

"A band? Pfffft oh please, I forgot how to play that thing, and I bet you can barely hear that shit over your drums anyway." You roll your eyes.

"Like I care, gimme your phone!" Inosuke says.

"No! I don't wanna exchange numbers with you!" You say.

"Tch, why not?" Inosuke grumbles.

"You're annoying!" You say.

"WELL SO ARE YOU! NOW GIMME YOUR FUCKING PHONE!" Inosuke screams.

"If you 2 are going to make such a fuss about your phones then I'll take them, hand Em over." Uzui sensei says.

"Way to go pretty boy." You roll your eyes and hand over your phone.

"Shut your ugly ass mouth." Inosuke growls sitting in the desk next to yours.

'Not again, why next to me?'

You stare at the door and then notice Genya enters and you avert your eyes from him. And scribble on your paper anxiously.

"Who the hell is scar face he looks so strong." Inosuke says.

You ignore him and keep your eyes glued to your feet.

"HAAH I BET I COULD TOTALLY PUSH HIM OVER IMMA FIGHT HIM!" Inosuke smirks.

"What the hell pretty boy?! Don't do that!!" You whisper yell.