Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

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(Y/n)'s stomach coiled, her eyes going round for a split second before they narrowed into slits.

"That's it!" she snarled as her shaking fingers squeezed into tight fists. Fury and adrenaline thrumming through her veins, she lunged at Satori without a second thought.

Satori chuckled and uncrossed her arms from her chest to brace herself to counter (Y/n)'s attack. She raised a hand as (Y/n) prepared to land a punch and her lips curved up in a shit-eating grin.

Gosh, she was so laughably gullible. To fall hook, line, and sinker for an obvious bait...

She scoffed. How deplorable.

"(Y/n)! No!"

Satori's smirk faltered when she spotted a familiar figure slide behind (Y/n) and she took a few cautious steps back.

(Y/n) muttered a confused 'huh' when she felt her whole body become weightless and starting to rise. She looked down and gasped at the sight of her feet floating above the ground. Two arms enveloped themselves around her and she was effortlessly pulled back to someone's soft chest. She didn't need to look to know who it was and her initial rage was ignited as she began thrashing uncontrollably against her hold.

"Let me go, Uraraka!!" she directed her smoldering gaze to Satori, who had gone deathly still while she stared back with a stony expression. "Let me go so I can introduce that fucking bitch to my fist!!"

Another person appeared in front of her, blocking her view of Satori, and grabbed both her wrists. (Y/n) loudly cursed and kicked out her legs while simultaneously trying to yank her wrists out of Mina's iron grip.

"What is wrong with you two?!!" she growled venomously. "Let me go!!"

"(Y/n), you need to calm down!" Mina tried to reason with her. When she realized that (Y/n) wasn't listening, she delivered a harsh tug to her wrists and (Y/n) stopped moving around to glare at her. "Listen to me! You're not thinking straight! She's only trying to provoke you like she did with Bakugou!"

(Y/n)'s eyes squinted meanly. "Does it look like I care?!!"

"Maybe you don't now," Mina countered with a pointed look, her voice hard with edge. "And maybe you won't when you land a couple of hits in but trust me, you'll start caring once you get into trouble. You'll start caring when you lose all the points you and Bakugou worked hard for. You'll start caring once you get suspended and it goes on your record..." she shook her head. "It's not worth the consequences."

"Wha-?" (Y/n) scrunched up her face before releasing as she tried to make sense of what she was saying. Erratic breaths came out uneven from her parted mouth and she gritted her teeth. Her chest was tight and violent thoughts still ran rampant in her muddled mind.

She shook her head with a low growl and pulled her wrists once more. "Just- Just let me go!"

"(Y/n), listen to her," Uraraka's silvery voice piped up from behind her. "Remember our internship with Gunhead. Remember what he taught us? Knowing martial arts comes with responsibility. Fighting her will only give her the satisfaction of knowing she has power over you. It's what she wants. You're better than this..."

"I-I-" (Y/n) stuttered, tone strangulated. The more she listened to them, the more their words made sense. Still, she just couldn't help but want to cave in to that ache in her chest and let it all out on Satori.

Bowing her head, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she screwed them shut. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run away, she wanted to hit something, most specifically someone.