CHAPTER ONE
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Y/N'S POV
[☻] 9:13 pm
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" a pillow met my once-peaceful body, making me jolt from the warm mattress. strands of hairs were scattered across my face, probably making me look like a fucking psychopath. the cold air now pricking my skin that was oh-so deservingly placed in the comforter that belonged to none other than yaoyorozu. pffft, not in the way you think. only in my dreams- wait what?
"HAHAHAH! you should've seen your f-face." she held her stomach in hopes of calming herself down.
"YOU DARE WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER, YOU PEASANT!?" my booming voice bounced on the walls. shuffling was felt beside yaoyorozu's presence.
"i'm trying to sleep, whores." kyoka jiro urged, obviously whispering the last part. there was a moment of silence to where yaoyorozu waited for kyoka's figure to stop moving completely... BEFORE WHACKING HER IN THE FACE WITH THE SAME PILLOW. yaoyorozu was a cackling mess while kyoka struggled under her. my squinting eyes innocently scanned the room, the glaring sun seeped through expensive curtains. the memories finally flooding back into my mind.
sleepover. mansion. yaoyorozu's. kyoka. movie marathon. makeover. RIGHT.
i subconsciously reached for my eye, as if it had a rash, or maybe the lack of sight that i was able to manage through my two eyes. but then i noticed my nails painted red. my eyebrows scrunched together.
"yo, what-" i started but yaoyorozu cut me off.
"I'LL MAKE BREAKFAST!" it wasn't the first time i heard that loud voice of hers. i barely saw it in her the first time i saw her. it's always the quiet ones you have to be careful about. i was used to this by now, same with kyoka. by that, i mean we've been over at yaoyorozu's mansion countless of times already. we know our way around even though her place is huge.
"MAKE ME AN OMELETTE, OR YOU CAN GO PERISH!" i screamed at her as she skedaddled out of the room.
"shut up," kyoka grouched, playfully hitting me on the arm, "you're gonna wake the whole house." i hummed in response. kyoka gave in and headed downstairs to the grand momo household kitchen.
i grasped my phone that was placed on the bedside table and slipped it into the pocket of my hoodie, following closely behind her.
━━☆~*. TIME SKIP WHOOSH
while semi-helping yaoyorozu with breakfast, she shooed me to the island, saying that she could handle the rest. i shrugged and hopped onto the tall stool, dragging my phone out of my pocket.
as a qUiRkY tEeNaGeR, i went on instagram. i tapped the refresh icon, but my screen froze for a millisecond before turning into a facetime request.
pErVy dAnKi 😍👁👅👁
WOULD LIKE TO FACETIME...
accept ✓ decline
it startled me quite a bit but i pushed it down and almost immediately pressed the green accept button.
"yo homeboy." i greeted nonchalantly, focusing on setting my phone on the the plant. all that revealed on the other side of the screen was an almost-completely blonde male with topaz-like eyes, glinting like there was no tomorrow. i could tell he was shirtless due to his bare collar bone. the camera peeked next and kyoka on the side with her phone out.
"heyy, gorgeous." he rasped. i would usually classify denki kaminari as a pervert, taking that about him unattractive but that was kinda hot. i rushed to the cabinet getting a cookie, taking in a bite was basically fulfilling my needs.
"calm down losers, it's only 9 a.m." kyoka spoke.
"pffft, so what?" denki questioned like it was nothing. jiro stuck the middle finger up at him.
"that wasn't very godly of you, jiro!" he yelled through the phone.
"pFfFt, sO wHaT?" she mimicked.
as they argued back-to-back, i came back to but in the background, in denki's plain sight. intently cursive dancing like it was a sport.
"so... you guys just wake up? y'all sleep naked together or somethi-" bitch didn't even compliment my cursive dancing.
"OH HECC YOU!"
i narauto-ran back to the island, grabbing my phone in the process.
"i'm gonna call you later, i think yaoyorozu's nearly done making breakfast." i grinned excitedly.
"aww so soon that you have to leave me." he frowned.
"whatever, bye big baby." i ended the call.
━━☆~*. TIME SKIP AGAIN (SORRy •︿•)
"your cooking NEVER disappoints, momo!" kyoka complimented while downing the rest of the contents that was in her glass.
"why thank you." she smiled faintly at the compliment before she noticed her cheeks swept with pink.
a rumble of footsteps trailed down the nearby stairs. expectant that it might be yaoyorozu's parents, but no. seeing a familiar face that i grew to hate, it being almost identical to yaoyorozu's. none other than momo yaoyorozu's twin, of course. isoyama momo.
"morning peasants." she contaminated the refreshing air of sex and victoria's secret perfume. her longer black hair was laid out freely, quite opposite of yaoyorozu's go-to ponytail. Isoyama slightly had the same sense of humour with yaoyorozu, and it showed. she revealed herself in a black robe that sank down below her knees, the tie being loose enough to see that she was wearing nothing under that robe. i rolled my eyes at her presence.
"what womanizer took your night this time?" yaoyorozu spoke first, her bored tone expressed that we were feeling the same way.
"wouldn't you like to know, sister?" isoyama smirked smugly, her hair falling over her eyes that revealed to be not pure.
"put on a shirt for god's sake." i grumbled through a full mouth.
"and TAKE A SHOWER!" yaoyorozu retaliated, ushering her twin back upstairs. the air was tense.
"what a slut..." we all unknowingly muttered to ourselves, i looked back up at my two best friends on the verge of rolling on the floor.
the rumble of steps came back but slower this time. maybe she was sorry for being a bitch to me all these years. i hmpfed while sipping the cup of tea yaoyorozu made for me not too long ago.
"i said go take a shower you- wOah you're not my sister." momo said. i was confused by her choice of her words. by catching sight of the frequent patchy purple skin and spiky black hair, i spat the hot tea on the floor.
"DABI?!" knowing dabi, my eyes examined the older guy in search of a snarky answer.
"you two know each other?" kyoka asked, suddenly more interested in her surroundings.
"uH- YEAH!" he was a family friend i guess. i knew him through his mom being friends with my mom. i knew only a few of his siblings... one was my age but he goes to a different school. i think his name was... toederdoki? or something on the lines of that. shame, that toederdoki guy was it for me if you know what i mean ;))
anyways,me and dabi used to talk a lot when we were kids but when puberty hit him- damn does he still have an emo phase. he rebelled sorta until he left the family house which was just a few years ago. i heard dabi's circumstances were kinda rough so i decided not to meddle with it. plus he's not technically the favoured child (so i've heard), much like isoyama so i sorta get why... y'know.
i saw dabi physically stiffen when he saw me.
"pretend i wasn't here." he stepped back upstairs dangerously slow.
"you hobo just had sex with my sister, how am i supposed to pretend you aREn'T herE." momo responded. yaomomo might be really nice but she can be extremely blunt. dabi, being dabi, chose to ignore her comment.
"say hi to your hot brother for me!" i said with a cheeky grin, winking at him when he looked at me like i grew horns.
"hold up... what hot brother?" momo questioned hastily.
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a/n - but dabi really said "fuck them kids bro" literally ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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