You huffed dramatically, tossing your phone onto the bed before scooping it back up and hitting Aisha’s contact. You put her on speaker, flopped onto your back, and balanced the phone against your shoulder while admiring your freshly done nails—glossy, baby pink, and dangerously sharp. The kind of set that screamed “unbothered,” even if your brain was absolutely not.
The line clicked after two rings.
“Girl,” Aisha groaned, her voice crackly through speaker. “It is midnight. Why are you calling me while I’m literally tryna get laid?”
You rolled your eyes, flicking a piece of lint off your pajama shorts. “Ignoring the last thing you said—what’s the beef between Bakugo and Midoriya? Like, what actually happened back in the day?”
“God.” You could practically hear her repositioning on the bed as you could hear the faintest a movements. ‘Definitely Shoto.’ You thought.
“Alright. Short version? Katsuki was a menace. Like, worse than now. At U.A., he thought his quirk made him untouchable and he used to bully Deku.”
You blinked, tilting your head. “He bullied Deku? Like my bestie Deku?? Allmight Jr??”
“Yes. Ruthlessly. Called him ‘Deku’ to be mean, told him to take a swan dive off the roof once—don’t gasp, I’m serious.”
You actually sat up. “WHAT?? And y’all just let him graduate???”
“Look, he got humbled eventually. Now they’re trauma-bonded or something. I don’t remember.”
You flopped back against your pillow, eyes wide as you stared at the ceiling. “So he’s been annoying since the womb. Good to know my memes are punching up.”
“He’s mellowed,” Aisha said slowly, like she didn’t even believe it. “But the ego’s still nuclear. And you know he’s the type to search his name on Twitter.”
You snorted. “I’m not scared of him.”
“You should be. He tracked a reporter once. Had the guy apologizing on live TV.”
“I’m shaking in my bunny slippers.”
Aisha groaned again. “I’m being serious, Y/n. You’re not even in the hero scene anymore. You quit after Shiketsu, remember? You do photoshoots now. Not training drills.”
“Exactly,” you said, gesturing with your perfectly painted hand like she could see it. “That means I’m untouchable. I’m a model with an internet connection and no filter. I live to clown.”
You heard her sigh. “Why do I even answer your calls.”
You grinned, already unlocking your phone again. “Thanks for the lore dump, Top-Ten-Hiatus Hottie. Now I can meme him with historical accuracy.”
“If he drags you to court, don’t call me. Shoto’ll freeze my phone if I get stressed again.”
There was a pause, then Aisha muttered, “…send me the tweet before you post it.”
You smirked. “Already in your DMs, stinkabutt ”
“God, I regret picking up.”
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