I. MAIN MENU

i. MAIN MENU

welcome to the cafe kacchan, fancy a sip? have a look at our lovely menu! we have plenty of delicious dishes;

customisation → you can request a new dish here!

soup of the day → cold showers, todoroki shouto

mailing list → aka the taglist you can find here!

allergies guide → all the stories are marked with a genre/warning; fluff, angst, humour, hurt/comfort, etc. the mature content can be found on the night menu. please, read these carefully before continuing further, i don’t want anyone to feel uncomfy and/or triggered.

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「 i. barista bar 」

⤷ my hero acadamia

let’s get you started with a hot cup of whatever you want. these liquids have the potential to become a total snacc. there’s many to choose from, don’t just have one cup. help yourself to plenty more

「 ii. baking oven 」

⤷ haikyuu!!

moving onto to oven, huh? we got an amazing assortment of baked goods; be it something sweet, salty, or spicy. take a seat, have a sample

「 iii. ice cream machine 」

⤷ jujutsu kaisen ( full m. list coming when i have more fics up )

▸ serenade | getou suguru

⤷ where getou can not stop talking about the beautiful future sorcerer he shares his classes with

▸ spaghetti | inumaki toge

⤷ emotions are confusing and complicated. all tangled up like... well, spaghetti. you wanted to say out of sight, out of mind. but simply because he’s always doesn’t mean those feelings did too

▸ white day/ valentines day | multi!character

⤷ what they would plan for white day/ valentines

includes | itadori yuuji

「 iv. seating tables 」

⤷ tokyo revengers

coming VERY soon.

「 v. night menu 」

⤷ not save for work, mdni

coming one day.

「 vi. cafe events 」

i. kacchan week

⤷ from 19th till 25th of april

. simp rot

⤷ the tag i use as my little simp corner

. heart canon

⤷ # with all the headcanons ( which i call heart canon )

. brain dump

⤷ random brain dump things are here ( which is pretty straight forward but whatever :p )

. thirst

⤷ for my thirsting & to request your thirst heartcanons

MASTERLIST.

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

STATUS → on hiatus

GENRE → romance ( slowburn )

WARNINGS → cursing, mentions of; blood, broken bones, self-esteem issues, sexism, panic attacks and death

CHAPTER 00  → we all got an origin

CHAPTER 01 → listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends

CHAPTER 02 → the entrance exam

CHAPTER 03 → what, oh, what will the results be

CHAPTER 04 → the start of something new

CHAPTER 05 → in a blink

CHAPTER 06 → i am good enough… right?

CHAPTER 07 → how did it go

CHAPTER 08 → school is more than classes

CHAPTER 09 → heroes vs. villains

CHAPTER 10 → embrace the side of villainy

CHAPTER 11 → mind your own damn buisness

CHAPTER 12 → do. not. move.

CHAPTER 13 → the wheels on the bus

CHAPTER 14 → the league of dumbasses

CHAPTER 15 → we are all save

02 | the entrance exam

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.6 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

FINDING YOUR DESIGNATED CHANGING room, you move into it. Trying to stay as much in the zone and focused as you change your shoes; “I love your uniform!” a voice says right next to you.

Instantaneously snapping you out of your focus, “The red and brow, so cute. Is that from your school?” a pink girl says, waving over your clothing.

“Uh, yeah.” You nod, a little surprised at her sudden interest in your uniform. Taking a seat on the bench, she proceeds to tie her shoes, “What school do you go to?” she smiles softly, glancing up from her shoes.

“Oda Mikio Middle School.”

Nodding at your answer, “Oh, that makes sense. I go to Mustafa Private Middle School.” smiling proudly at her for on her shoes, she stands up from the bench. Frowning as you make no movement to change out of your uniform, “You’re not changing?” she asks.

“No, I thought it would be good practice.”

Tilting her head, the confusion written all over her features, “For what?”

“Every hero should be ready for a fight in any situation. No time to change into their hero costume.” you say, which was a roundabout way of saying neither you nor your family had thought about gym clothing, but you couldn’t look unprepared in front of your competition.

Nodding at your words, she stands up, “That’s really smart, I just have my old clothes on.” she says, waving over her clothing, “Anyhow, what battlefield are you assigned to?”

“Battle Centre D. You?” you ask, hanging up your bag, “F.” she replies. Nodding to her answer, the two of you move to the door, the arrows pointing to different sides for your entrance exam, “Hello, listeners, be sure to make it to your battle centres. The exams start in a moment, rock on.” Present Mic calls out through the speakers.

Walking to your battlefield, you glance over your shoulder, “See you on the first day.” you say, waving at the girl. Making her brows furrow, “Of what?” she asks visibly confused.

“Classes.”

A smile tucks up her lips, “Okay.” she nods, holding her thumbs up, “see you then.” pumping her fist in the air. Turning around, you try to regain your focus, “Run in, kick to the curb, gather the points.” you whisper, following the arrows to your battle centre, which is just walking forward.

Arriving at the battle centre, the doors are already open. Many of the contestants are either just looking around or talking amongst themselves. Likely waiting for any type of buzzer to go off, much like yourself.

“Hey, there!” the popular radio show host calls out loudly, “Go on, there are no count downs ins real life, get on moving!” Present Mic calls out from one of the towers. Furrowing your brows you wonder how he even got up there as he violently swings his arm around.

Turning to your wrist you set a timer on your watch for ten minutes. Letting your arm fall to the side. You glance up seeing that everyone already started running, blinking at a couple of them trying to push each other yet all of them go in the same direction.

Shaking your head, you turn to the left, jogging down the street. Waiting for the bots to arrive to use your quirk, “Damn it, where are they?” you curse.

A low humming makes you turn around. Eyes widening at house massive these ‘faux villains’ are. Glancing at your watch, only thirty seconds passed. A small smile tucks up your lips, “I got this.”

Focussing on your breathing, the world starts to slow down, smiling at how the robot is seemingly standing still as it is now slowly reaching you. Jogging up to it, you walk around the bot, “There was a button here, right?” you mumble out confused, glancing all over the bot.

There is just more and more of the green metal, gasping a smile tucks up your lips, “On the neck, huh, smart.” reaching up, you turn the switch. Your watch telling you you still have nine minutes and 30 seconds left, not even a second passed.

Grinning, you shake your head, continuing to use your quirk to your advantage, “And people say there are not enough hours in a day.” you roll your eyes, running down the street. Passing your competition with ease, jumping up the arm from the robot you take your time.

Switching your quirk off, you flip the switch. Jumping from one to the next repeating the same motion all over again. Letting the four robots crash to the floor, ‘That should be twelve points.’ You think to yourself, taking another peek at your wrist making sure you have enough time; nine minutes left.

Running normally, you take a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep the nausea at bay. Seeing your next series of victims. Speeding up, their heads turn to you. Reaching its arm out, you take the chance by jumping on it. Twisting your body, you take its metal head between your legs, leaning back, you squeeze your thighs.

With all your force, swinging backwards, holding your hands out for the fall. Reaching the ground, you flip back safely landing on your feet. Letting the head fall, your new points are added to your overall score.

Shaking your head, you take a fight stance. Getting ready for the next, jumping on to its arm, slowing the world down, you kick the metal head, letting the world regain its speed again, the mere force from your speed does the rest, letting it fly off its hinges. Jumping off, you grin at the last on the line; who suffers the same faith as it just decapitated friends.

Grinning happily at your work, you move down the street. Not having any problem finding more bots, “How many go these bots are there?” you ask confused, “I have no clue.” snapping your head at the sudden voice, a girl with bright orange hair stands next to you.

“I got these.”

“They are all yours.”

Running towards the, you are not quite sure how to feel about her handing you the points. Taking a deep breath, you push it to the back of your mind, “You damn sure they are mine.” you grumble, switching them off.

Jumping to the floor, you let time resume. Having them crash down. Tilting your head over your shoulder, a little happy at the flabbergasted look on her face, “How the—”

“You got the next one, right?” smiling at the possible new friend you made. Nodding with determination her hands grow bigger as she clenching them in massive fists, “Definitely.”

Taking the one pointer in her hands, crushing the bot like it was a soda can. Making it very clear that she got it. Turning the corner, you glance back at the ginger, seeing her smash them without any issue.

The never-fading nausea, being suppressed as you smash the robots for their points. Switching the switch when you couldn’t muster up your needed speed.

Rolling around, you hold on to their arm. Flipping over much like a gymnast on a beam, you let go, trusting in yourself and your abilities to safely land on the ground. Letting the remaining two crash into each other.

“I wanted that one.” a sudden voice says, making you swiftly turn around. Eyes widening at the yellow hair with the black lightning bolt dyed into it. Almost panicking at how wrong all of this could have gone. You never even noticed their presents.

Shaking your self out of it, you remember that you are in an exam, “You will get the next.” you say. Jogging away, your stomach slushes are as the sour taste returns into your mouth. Squeezing your eyes, you swallow it back; damn, drawback—

A sudden shake of the ground, completely taken you out of your thoughts. Hearing the alarm blaring, many students run past you. Looking up, your body freezes down, “The one pointer.” you whimper.

Watching it come closer and closer, a student stands just as frozen as you. Eyes widening at his close proximity to the robot, your body moves before you register what is happening.

Letting the world slip by, you take them into your arm. Pulling them with you into your reality. Jumping out of the way, you let the world continue on its course, having the metal arm slam into the ground instead of the indigo boy.

“Are you okay?” You ask the physically shaken up guy. Taking deep breaths his eyes move all around the place, “Yeah, I- I’m fine.” He nods, coming back to planet earth, “Thank you.”

Smiling, you shake your head, “It was no biggy.” you wave off. Peeking a glance at your watch, “We have one minute left,” you breathe out, completely having lost track of time, “sure you’re fine?”

Nodding, he has a small reassuring smile, “Okay,” you nod, backing away slowly, “the off switch is on the back.”

“What?”

“The bots, their off switch is on the back,” turning the corner, you take deep breaths, slowly the world goes slower again. Only to have a wave of sour invade your taste buds.

Covering your mouth, you run to the trash can. Spilling your guts out like a foghorn. Silently praying these are real garbish bags and not just for the exam.

“Time’s up!” the voice hero calls out, a loud alarm following his announcement.

Freezing, your eyes widen, trying to no avail to mentally count how many points you have. Let’s just hope it’s enough… the encouragement and confidence your family whispered into you slowly seeping away.

A/N: what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

— some domestic stuff

— just very nice family fluff <3

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“ NINTENDO MESSAGES ” | kozume kenma

SUMMARY → in which a cute boy starts taking the same train every morning as you, you can’t help but keep staring until he speaks up

PAIRING → kozume kenma x gn!reader

GENRE → romance, fluff, drabble,

WARNING → fluff but awkward social interactions, it’s not great but i think it’s cute

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → this is a re-published work from my old blog ( that is now dead ) , hope you still enjoy it! <3

FEELING A SET OF eyes on you, you glance up from your Nintendo. Connecting your eyes with cat like golden eyes, blinking at the sudden unexpected action. You just stare back, what feels like hours, but couldn’t have been more then a couple seconds, he glances away as soon as he realises you’re looking back at him.

Shifting his glaze back to his game council, a Nintendo just like the one in your hands. Taking one more glance, you turn back to your own game. Choosing Amy as your character for the new triathlon your setting up.

Taking the same seat the next day, you see the boy sitting across from you again, taking a moment to debate you sigh. Going to your messages, you open it up for connection, just waiting, and waiting, to see if he had the same idea.

K3NMA: Hi

Smiling at the messages, you glance up, having your eyes connect, you look down and twiddle your thumbs to think of a good reply. Finally ending with the most obvious reply;

[Y/U/N]: Hi.

[Y/U/N]: You go to Nekoma, right?

K3NMA: Yes.

K3NMA: You too right?

Nodding to your self, you don’t notice a set of eyes on you. It’s hard to think of anything to say that won’t sound stupid or boring.

[Y/U/N]: Did the uniform tip you off?

K3NMA: And that you always walk infront of me.

[Y/U/N]: Stalker.

K3NMA: Says you

Chuckling softly at his sudden witty reply, you see the notification of your game asking if you’re still playing.

[Y/U/N]: Want to play a game together?

Not waiting for his reply, you invite him to play a triathlon against you. Seeing that he accepted, a small smile tug up your lips. Ending the game, before you have to stand up.

Having the train stop infront of you just like every day before that, you step in. Almost instantly spotting the boy, taking a deep breath you take the next bold step. Taking a seat next to the boy, “Hi.” you say softly, zipping your bag open.

Having the boy look up, a surprised look on his face, “Hi.” he replies. Holding my Nintendo up, I send him a small smile turning to the game. Having him glance back at his game as well, not being able to hold the smile back.

Making the boy with the big black hair, look between the two in confusion, “Wait, what’s happening here?”

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST → if you want to be added

05 | in a blink

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.4 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

STANDING IN A GROUP on part of the schools training grounds, you turn your attention to the boy who seems to desperately trying to figure you out, “Hi, I’m ( l/n ).” you say, taking the first step.

As he obviously is not going to as he just keeps glancing at you. Like you are supposed to act like you don’t feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. Having his eyes connect with your, you can’t help but smile at how the bright red eyes pull you in. Such a pretty eyes. Wait, what?

“Tch.”

Blinking at the reaction, you nod, competently being snapped out of the trance. Now seeing how pissed off he looks, even though it does not seem to be at you, he still is, “Okay…” you trail off, turning back to the communal conversation.

“But orientation, we are going to miss it.” a girl calls out, “If you really want to make the big leagues you can’t waste time at pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa-sensei says bursting her bubble, “Here at UA we are not tethered to traditions.”

Which reminds you of how ( b/n ) told you how unlike many other schools U.A.’s curriculum various from homeroom- teacher to teacher. This must be Aizawa-sensei version.

“That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

“You have been taking standardised tests most of your lives.” he starts, holding up the phone up with the various activities, “But you have never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” you could already guess where this was going.

Clicking the screen to black, he pockets his phone, “The county is still trying to pretend like we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It is not rational,” he denies, “One day the ministry of education will learn.”

Sighing his eyes fall on to someone in the group, it is kinda hard to tell with how his hair covers most of his eyes, “Bakugou you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your father’s distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters,” he says fast, “I think.” he adds. Looking around himself, trying to make it sound like not a big deal, which smells like BS.

“Right, try doing it with your quirk.”

Moving into the painted circle on the floor, Aizawa hands him a ball, “Anything goes, as long as you stay in the circle.” he tells Bakugou as he motions all of us to take a step back, “Go, on. You are wasting our time.” as he just stands there.

A soft snore leaves you as you quickly slap your hand over your face to cover the sound, “Alright man you asked for it.” he says bitterly, stretching out weirdly as he gets ready to throw.

Getting ready, he let’s out a hard battle cry of ‘die’ followed by a massive explosion. Successfully making your eyes widen at the flashy quirk.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero.” Aizawa-sensei says, holding up his phone to show how far he has thrown. Seven-hundred and five meters.

“Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me?” Kaminari voices, “I want to go, that looks like fun!” a familiar pink lady, “This is what I’m talking about, using our quirks as much as we want.” a boy you aren’t familiar with, yet, calls out happily.

The hum of your teacher at the words of your peers makes it almost clear that he is amused by our nativity, “So, this looks fun, huh?” confirming your first thought, his tone makes it seem like it will not be fun, not in the slightest, not at all.

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it is all gonna be games and playtime?” he asks, not really but hypothetically, “Idiots, today you will compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential.”

“Whoever comes in last has none.” Harsh.

“And will be expelled immediately.” Even harsher.

“Like I said; I get to decide how this class runs, if you got a problem you can head home right now.” he says, waiting for anyone to leave or say something else, “You can’t send one of us home. I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn’t the first day that isn’t fair.” the brunette girl calls out.

She does have a point, but life isn’t really fair either.

“And you think natural disasters are?” your new teacher questions. Making a small spark come to you. Knowing you and your teacher will get along just fine.

“Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?” he fires at her. Shaking his head at the young girl, “No, the world is full of unfairness. It is a heroes job to combat that. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you.” Aizawa-sensei tells her and with extension all of us.

“So, go beyond plus ultra. Show me it is not an accident you are here.” he says, offering some optimism in our pessimistic society, “Now then, we are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

50 METER DASH

“( l/n ).” your teacher calls out. Letting it be known that he knows your name, most likely all of our names, “How long did the 50-meter dash take you in junior high?”

Thinking back to your last fifty-meter dash you tilt your head, “Three to four seconds give or take.” you say, getting some raised brows at the assumption you can run ten meters in less than a second.

“Stand ready,” he says, offering an arm up. Taking a couple steps closer, you glance at him for a sign to start, “when you’re ready. The sensor will take your time.”

Nodding, you shake your legs out. Taking a deep breath, your eyes start to glow for anyone in your sense of time. Looking around, you see them in slow-mo. Focusing back on the task you run down the lane, stepping over the stripe.

Letting the world run your course of speed again, yet. Turning back to your peers, the board blinks your results, “One-tenth of a second.” he announces.

Making brows raise for very different reasons now. Getting various of; “What?” , “Impossible.” , “That was so cool!” , “So fast!”

Chopping taking your attention, “How did you do that?” Iida question, pushing his glasses back. Rubbing my neck I smiled awkwardly at the surprised faces, as I make my way back to the group, “It’s my quirk, it allows me to run at supersonic speed, while staying maintaining my movements and brain processing. And obviously, it stays in an account that I won’t kill myself with the pressure.”

“Was that even a language?” Kaminari asks me confused, “I am really fast.”

Making multiple peers nod in understanding at the simplistic explanation. As Iida stops his abuse on the air, “I still have a lot to learn.” you deny, not quite as fast as you know you might be able to. Being able to go to march one while you know you can at least get to march two.

“You are just at the start of your journey, I am very confident U.A. will harness your abilities.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” you say, rubbing your hands together, “Are you two done, or should we praise ( l/n ) some more?” Aizawa-sensei cuts through. Making you slap your cheeks at the call out.

But, obviously, it did not end there. This was just the first part, of an eight-part competition.

A/N: ieppppp I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TOO ADD;; what are ur thoughts???

in the next chapter you can expect;

- the eight-part competition

- & the introduction of new characters <3

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I LIKE YOUR STYLE | JIROU KYOKA

SUMMARY → in which ( y/n ) asks her classmate with a very cool style out to the dance.

PAIRING → jirou kyouka x fem!reader

GENRE → yuri, romance, fluff, drabble

WARNINGS → gay panic, ig? & like one curse word

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → reposting from my old blog ( with the same name ) as it would not let me post anything anymore... anyway! still hope you like it <3

THE PREPARATION FOR THE school dance where in full swing. Something that will always be the on the agenda is; your date.

Swallowing thickly the spikey haired tseuro glares, not letting you back out this time, “You are going to go there and ask her. If you don’t I will blast your ass.”

“Ahw, you care about me!” you smile at the boy. Glaring at you, he holds his hand up that already started popping small blasts.

Slowly stepping back as you raise your hands at the spikey haired boy, you turn away as his glare intensifies.

Moving closer and closer to the girl, your stomach turns at all the possible horrible outcomes. As she was looking at her laptop, most likely figuring out the playlist as Jirou was set on musical duties by Yayorozu.

“I like your style!” you blurt out, eyes widening as the girl looks up. A soft smile tucks up her lip, “I like yours too.“ she replies.

Thinking about what that could mean for only a moment, you fiddle with your fingers, “So, uhm- I don’t have a date to the dance, and if you don’t either. Maybe, maybe we can go together.” you tell her, it didn’t really aound like an ask but maybe she picks it up.

“Like a date?” shs asks, slowly clapping her laptop close to give you, her full attention. Nodding at her question, you want to just take the L and leave. But the glare of your friend and the way his hands spark, jolt you back to turn back.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, “Yes, as a date.” you tell her. As her face crunches up in thought in a bit of an awkward manner. The confidence drains from your face, now thinking you imagined all the signs, “N-nevermind.“ you deny, wanting to leave.

“Wait, you like me?” she asks so suprised that you are unsure if you should answer. Nodding at the question, her brows raise, “Oh.” is all she says.

Shaking your head, you raise your hands, “If you- if you don’t. You’re not. That’s okay. I- I’m so sorry I asked.” you ramble out. Not being able to move bu the sheer embarrassment, you just look at your shoes.

“Pick me up at seven?”

Blinking quick, your head shoots up, “What, now?” you ask flabbergasted. Seen a small smile on her face, she tilts her head, “I would love to. Pick me up at seven.” she repeats.

Nodding fast, you can’t helo but smile brightly, “Okay.” you say, as you keep nodding. Making a chuckle escape the girl, “See you then.”

“See you then.”

TAKING A DEEP BREATH, you raise your head to knock on her door. Hearing a sniffle, you look back at your friends standing at the end off the hall.

Furrowing your brows as you see Kaminari lean against, Kirishima whom is leaning against Bakugou, while they whip their eyes, “They grow up so fast.” Denki cries out.

“So, manly, getting the girl.” Kirishima sniffles. Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile as you wave them away, “Stop staring. Your making it weird.”

“I can almost hear her voice, again.” Kaminari calls, as Bakugou screams at him to ‘shut the fuck up or he will ruin the moment’.

Choosing to just ignore their idiocy, you knock on the door. It opens fast, revealing a beautifully dressed Jirou, opening your mouth, then closing it, opening it again you just stare at the girl.

Your heart raises out of your chest as you take her in. The dress, the shoes, the girl. The girl! Your breath is just taken away.

Realising you have been staring. You swallow thickly, holding the flowers in her face, “Flowers.” you blurt out, completely putting your foot in your mouth.

“And a corsage.” you say a little softer. Smiling softly at the girl, as she takes the gifts she pulls you with her into the room.

“You- you look really nice.” you stutter, not quite sure what to do with yourself. As she sets the flowers in an empty vase, she turns back to you untying the tie Bakugou let you borrow.

Making your brows raise at her, “It’s not like that.” she denies, a flush blooming on her face, “I got you something.” she offers. Taking a lap of fabric from her nightstand, you keep still, as she raps it around your shirt. You look down at the crossover bow tie with a gemstone instead of a button.

“I thought it really suited you. And it does.” she mumbles. A content smile playing on her lips, as she traces the tie. Not wanting to break the moment you mumble soft: “Thank you, it’s amazing, Jirou.”admiring the girl infront of you.

Holding your hand out, you can’t get the smile off your face, “My lady.” you say.

As she takes your hand, she wraps her arm around yours, “My lady.” she repeats, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks.

To stund to say anything, you just smile bigly at the girl, “Let’s go, dork.” she mumbles. Pulling you with her to the dance.

“This is gonna be the best night ever.”

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