[ᴷᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ ᴮᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒᵘ × ᶠᵉᵐ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]
*ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ*
STARTED: Aug/2021
STATUS: On-going/slow updates
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➷IN WHICH no.3 hero dynamight finds out that y/n l/n, his 'pain-in-the-ass' rival from his old school days, works at a maid...
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«ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ
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¹²:²⁴ᵃᵐ...
The storm had long passed and the street was empty of cars and people. The stores were all closed and only streetlights were lit on the whole lane. Making the whole place look orange in sight.
The girls waited outside Amber's flat complex, wearing hooded jackets and track pants over their pajamas. They were waiting for Ayame after they discussed their next phase of a girl's night.
"What do you think Ayame is up to?" Y/n asked, her breath was visible by the blow of hot vapour in the air.
"Who knows? That girl is always a full-on rebel," Amber answered, her hands in the pockets of her Red Riot hoodie merch.
"How long does she expect us to wait here, I'm freezing!" Opal shivered under her thin coat. But then the headlights of a car averted their attention.
It was a red four-seater vintage Corvette convertible, and Ayame was the one on the steering wheel.
"Hop in," she grinned.
"Where the hell did you get a classic Corvette?!" They shrilled.
"Borrowed it." She answered, making them give her the sus look.
"Relax, it's my grandpa's. The geezer had dozens of these things."
"You didn't tell us you're loaded?" Amber pointed.
"Nah, just my asshole grandpa. He doesn't know I took his car though. Now chop chop, girl's night awaits!"
The girls looked at each other and just shrugged it off before getting in the vintage car.
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