Smile | B.Katsuki

•• Chapter 48 ••

Y/n POV

Who the fuck let the insane woman drive? Shit, I did alongside with my sad excuse of an older brother.

Mum was mainly focusing on the road however, every five minutes I caught glimpse of her inspecting stare peeking through the driver's mirror. Probably making sure I haven't thrown up yet or throttled Nino. Speaking of Nino, he was relaxing as he typed away on his phone. I doubt he was playing some shitty game, I could tell by how embarrassed he looked.

Every now and then he would slowly look at me, making sure I wasn't staring before continuing his little typing-fest. The dumb fuck forgot about something called a reflection and the fact that windows happened to have those. He's probably talking to one of his flings. Fuck, he gets to text his little play thing but no, my phone was happily confiscated before I even reached the car.

Fuck. I want to be in school, weirdly.

I leaned against the car door. My forehead pressed against the steamy glass, I watched as my breathe condensed onto the transparent screen. My hands safely in-between my legs, I crossed them trying to find some comfort in this moving death trap. This sounds weird but I feel like I'm the only person who likes driving past strangers, wondering what they do for a living or what they're about to do. Mum taught me to do that when I was little since my 'problem' was a lot worse back in the day.

I still hate fucking buses.

People are somehow fascinating. Fascinatingly stupid in some cases but I have to say I like them, to a certain degree. I can't really say anything anymore, first I thought Katsuki was a mindless bully and Izuku was a wimp but I guess I can't judge people. Wow, I'm a bitch. I still wonder why anyone in UA dares to put up with me.

"Y/n? Is that dress alright? It isn't too tight, is it?" Mum looked over the front seat, her hair in a tight bun while she wore her normal hero suit. I don't like dresses. I wanted to wear a suit like Nino but no, I have to be pretty and feminine and all that shit.

"Yeah it's alright I guess... it's kinda inviting for a trial you know..." I'm going to my Dad's murder trial not a party. This is stupid. The dress I was wearing was dark teal. In ended just above my knees, the skirt fabric resembled silk or at least velvet but I don't know. The top piece consisting of the sleeves, were lace with the skirt fabric underneath.

Thank god I was allowed to wear tights or I'd be grabbing the stirring wheel and crashing this machine of death into the nearest wall.

"I would've given you something else but... I don't like people wearing my clothes~" I'm her daughter. We share the same fucking blood, fucking germaphobe. So I can't wear one of her suits because she doesn't like people wearing her clothes? Well that makes fucking sense, doesn't it?

"We're your kids you moron..." Nino leaned forward, resting his arm on the back of Mum's seat. He tried to be sneaky but I quickly saw him hide his phone swiftly into his back pocket. Jokes on him, I'm the same kid who snuck a fire extinguisher into a certain person's birthday party. I'm sneakier.

Nino and I was waiting for our mother's grand response. I'm certain both of us was wondering what weird shit she was about to say next. I copied my brother's position, my head moved away from the window, leaning against the empty front seat. I never realised but Nino smirks like I do, in other words when we both act like little shits, we actually look really alike.