Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Omake: Because flashbacks are too mainstream

The brilliant summer sun remained a blinding white against the blue, cloudless sky. No shade existed for miles and the heat rising from the baked earth was brutal, scalding the feet of those unfortunate enough to step onto the pavement barefoot. The loud chirping of cicadas was a prevalent background noise, mixed in with the yells and laughter of playing children.

Four six-year-old boys chased each other down a street while they passed a worn-out soccer ball to each other. The ball was currently been handled by a young (h/c)-haired boy while the others tried to convince him to pass it to them.

"Oi, (B/n)!" A boy with ram horns hollered while he waved his arms in the air. "Pass the ball to me!"

"No way!" another boy with dragon scales roughly shoved him aside. Ignoring his protests, he pointed himself. "Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"

"(B/n)!" a blonde boy glared at said boy while he struggled to keep up with him. "Stop hogging!"

(B/n) stuck out his tongue at him before side-kicking the ball to the dragon boy.

The blonde groaned, his glare on (B/n) sharpening. "Why did you pass it to Yocchan?!"

(B/n) shrugged, feigning innocence, and earned a scowl from the blonde. Letting out a cheerful whoop, Yocchan chested the ball as he slowed down to bring the ball to a dribble. The other boys followed suit as they watched him play with it, awaiting their turn.

The blonde left (B/n) alone and took a few steps forward. He held up his hand. "Yocchan! Pass it here!"

The humanoid dragon glanced at him and nodded. He then kicked the ball hard towards the blonde, who leaped up to catch it midair. Unfortunately, the ball was kicked too high for his height and it flew over his head and past him. The boys' eyes simultaneously followed the rogue ball before they broke out in a run to race each other for it.

The ball soared through the air before coming to a sudden stop when it hit an innocent passerby on the back of their head. The person jerked forward with a low grunt, their eyes widening in surprise from the unexpected blow and they froze in their tracks.

The boys' footsteps faded against the pavement as they slowed down to a stop. Recognition, shortly followed up by shock and fear transformed their young faces while they gaped at the back of the ball's unlucky target. They backed away in quick, jerky steps, their small forms beginning to tremble as they mentally recalled the horrors they've heard about them from the other neighborhood kids.

"Oh no," voice lowering to a whisper, the boy with the ram horns clutched at the hem of his red shirt and shrunk behind the others, "it's...it's Katsuki-senpai!"

The blonde nudged the dragon boy with his elbow, similarly whispering. "You've done it now, Yocchan."

Yocchan whipped his head towards him with a dirty look. "You're the one who told me to kick it to-"

"Oi, brats."

The four flinched at the gravelly voice, their fear and dread doubling when Katsuki turned around and bent down to pick up the ball that had landed in front of his feet.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to play on the fucking sidewalk?"

He straightened up with a disgruntled scowl and looked up from the ball in his hands to set his stony glare on the boys. As if he didn't already have enough on his fucking plate. His Sunday afternoon stroll just had to be foiled by a couple of annoying kids, ruining the only time he could salvage some fucking peace of mind. For two infuriating months, his mind had been filled with nothing but nagging thoughts about some stupid girl who had dared confess to him.