TᕼE ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ IᑎᔕIᗪE [1]

wholesome sibling banter is great😐

i regret every single decision i have made in my life up to this point.

there's no need to be so over dramatic. god, and people think that i'm the drama queen out of the two of us. you're such a pussy

'shut the fuck up! if you hadn't convinced me to call her and meet up at this place, then i wouldn't be so fucking anxious right now! we got here early, and we've been waiting twenty minutes longer than the time we agreed on! she should be here by now!' i shout internally, almost visibly panicking the longer i sit in this corner and worry about whatever the fuck was taking wanda wilson so long to get here when she was the one that gave me a place, date, and time for us to meet up.

i'm fucking anxious too, but we just need to wait a bit longer! stop overthinking you sad sack of shit!

i let out a small groan, really not enjoying how much this was all feeding into my anxiety and paranoia.

ever since the villain attack, i've been on edge about everything. the whole incident with manami seriously didn't help me at all either, and everything has been going so far downhill lately that i can't believe i actually decided to call wanda in the first place.

bakugo had been reluctant to let me leave when i first mentioned i was going out, especially when i didn't tell him where i was going. i was thankful for kirishima having distracted the explosive menace of a teenager long enough for me to escape and get here.

oh shit here comes a cat

my head snaps up at the slight panic in his voice, eyes looking for whatever cat he'd seen. they soon land on the form of a fat little ragdoll cat that was approaching me with a curious look in its pretty eyes. i almost immediately melt at the sight of it, stilling as the cat continues to come closer and sniff me thoroughly. i let out another cooing noise, freezing as the fluffy little being looks up at me, but i breathe out a sigh of relief as it daintily moves to place itself on my lap.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god..." i mumble over and over as it stretches out, then lays down in what i assume is a comfortable position in the folds of my lap. slowly, i raise my hand to go and pet the rag doll's back, and i let out another breath as it lets out a purr when i begin petting it.

it's a female, stop calling her an it

"well it's not like i fucking knew that!" i quietly retort, continuing to pet the adorable creature as it lets out more content sounds.

can you feel any indicators of it being a boy on your lap? no, because it doesn't have balls, which makes it a female for fucks sake!

"what is wrong with you today? you're being so rude again. oh, is it that time of the month, v? do you need some fucking chocolate to sustain your overbearing hunger that i always have to deal with?"

bitch! just for that, i'm gonna eat the next motherfucker to walk in this goddamn shop! you can't fucking stop me, you worthless piece of shit!

'oh, is that the best insult you could come up with? are your emotions clouding your fucking judgement, venom?''

you're adopted!

'dumb bitch, you tried that when i was six and if it didn't fucking work then i doubt it'll work now!'

"uh, miss? are you alright?"

my head snaps up from where i was staring at the extremely pleased cat in my lap to the young woman that clearly worked here and had walked over to me for some reason.

"uh, what?" i question, and immediately feel like tearing out my own voice box.

wow, your nonexistent intelligence is really showing through right now, princess