"Do you have likes or dislikes?" The boy asks, trailing beside me. "Not really." I mumble. Midoriya stopped writing in his book a while ago. Now he's just asking questions just to ask them. "A favorite place to be?" He asks. I don't even know if the guy realizes we're almost at my apartment. "Nope." He glances at me. "Nothing like that?" I shake my head. "Not even a favorite color?" I shake my head again. "Hm... Why is that?" This boy is ticking me off. "I don't know, okay? I never thought of it." I grunt. --- You're a girl that's been treated wrong by your parents and is used as a tool... Until you meet a boy. Little do you know, he's gonna be the one to make you see the world a little clearer. ⚠ Sexual content ⚠ ⚠ triggers ⚠ Credits go proper owners of certain characters and art
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