𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

52b°/ Believe it or Not

Hey, guys, for those asking for Acha's POV, we're getting there alright? No need to rush. We just need to table some issues out in Dabi's POV because so much is going on in Acha's side with the whole Sean fiasco and all, so be patient, las las, we will finish work on this book 😌♥️

No, where were we...... 🍷🍷🍷🍷

~DABI~

Miranda knew I wanted to know, and so she gladly told me,

"Let me tell you the real truth about those Onuoha Twins."

I stood and looked at her, a dead and uninterested look in my eyes, as a thousand things ran through my mind, a whole bunch of thoughts, and all of them were urging me to consider what Miranda Archibong had to say. What she had to tell me about the Onuoha Twins.

"Do I go on?" She asked me, as though she was uncertain if my silence and blank stare was a cue to go ahead.

I said nothing and hoped she has common sense. Not particularly giving an answer, I just walked back into the class and sat on a seat, and quietly still, I folded my arm and looked at Miranda. Completely and absolutely mute.

"I want to believe you want me to go ahead...?" She seemed hesitant. Unsure.

I slowly and carefully stared the confused girl down from head to toe and increasingly getting impatient, I started to count my seconds with her, before I walked out of the classroom on her, and for good.

Miranda sighed, and plopped herself down onto the seat next to me, and scooted in close by, and I waited still, her time running out by the second.

"May I say, you're a bit creepy," She laughed as she whispered to me. 

I didn't laugh with her. We weren't friends. And that wasn't a compliment.

"But, it's actually kinda cool," Miranda kept blabbing, "You sort of give me Robyn Brooks kind of vibes. You know? Cool girl, hipster swag, rugged type fashion-"

"Get to the fucking point." I deadpanned.

Miranda backed up, startled by the way I had shut her down.

"Jeez," She shook her head, mock shuddered, "Okay, fine."

I waited for her, again.

"I'm sorry," She said. Sighed in exasperation, "I'm just a bit nervous. I don't know, I'm not feeling exactly welcomed.... It's not like I ever feel I am anyway..." 

I couldn't tell why, but there was a pang in my chest when Miranda said that. And to make that ache worse for me, she had smiled at me as she said that, a quick smile that I could tell right off, was a sad one. Like she was trying to use her smile to mask her embarrassment and pain.

A simple action that tore me to pieces within.

"So, you know, talking a bunch of random nonsense is a coping mechanism for me," She said to me, smiled again, that same smile, "Just to get me to warm up and tell you everything without feeling scared that you'd rip my head off in mid sentence."

There was a way she talked.

It made me want to be nicer.

"I won't rip your head off," I told her for a start. Made sure to force a smile upon my face to look nicer too.

That little gesture of kindness made her eyes light up immediately and there was a spark in them. And even though I was happy I made her feel that way, I also felt a bit heart broken watching how excited just a little nice gesture from me made her feel.