#w/o their support and my best friend that gave me the most support became toxic so i had to drop her for my own mental health

[southernvampire]

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[mrs-dynamight]

Be Nice To Me 2

Part 1.

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari x fem!Reader

Warnings: Eventual mature content, angst, hurt/comfort, love triangle, the reader is lowkey toxic, everything will be adressed in every episode (:

Chapter warning: Swearing but just a little bit of it. Mentions of past relationships between the 1A students. Everything else is pure Fluff.

Chapter: 2/? Still don't know how long this is going to be, I just have so much to write ;-;

Synopsis: You're in love with your best friend Bakugou, and you're cofessing to him but things get a lot more complicated when Denki starts to treat you different *wink wink*

Word count: 1.7k

Author's note: I love friends to lovers troupe sm, this chapter and the next one gave me butterflies writing it O=w=O

Chapter 2 Do you want to die together- Stars

We walked the rest of the way talking about hero equipment and how much of a cry baby he is and about that new shojo magazine every girl (and Bakugo ofc) have been reading.

In the front door of the UA was Ochako and Tsuyu, they saw us walk together and gave me a thumbs up, I was so embarrassed that I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. Bakugo just said his usual “Tch” and kept walking, I just said “see ya” and waved. As I walked towards my friends I noticed a strange look on their faces so I asked them if there was something wrong.

-Y/N, you really like Bakugo- Said Ochako with a big grin in her face

-I mean yeah, I guess that I like him a lot- I say a bit embarrassed and a light pink flush in my cheeks

-No but, you actually love him, we can tell just by looking at you- Said Tsuyu followed by a classic Tsuyu “Kero”

-I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet, I think he likes you back, I mean it’s Bakugo, you can never tell, but you are way too obvious, since day one- Said Ochako

“Since day one…” I think my friends knew I was falling for him way before I did, besides that I didn´t wanna admit that I had feelings for my friend.

The first one to notice was of course Tsuyu-Chan, she saw us coming out of the gym one late afternoon and I was mocking him about how ridiculous was every option he had for his hero name and Bakugo being Bakugo was angry as he can be, telling me how “an extra like me” would never get an awesome name even if it punched me in the face.

-You like him- Said Tsuyu, it wasn’t a question, and it didn’t have any rude intentions, for her it was a mere fact.

-WHAAAAT?? Fcourse not- I said blushing.

-Y/N, I’ve seen how you look at him, you even blush when he addresses you- Tsuyu said.

God, what if she’s right?

-He’s just my friend, maybe a little crush, I’m sure it’ll pass -

But it didn’t, if anything only became more painful obvious and difficult to handle, I caught myself staring at him in class, thinking about him any time I saw something spicy, every time I saw a Pomeranian my head automatically went “Bakugo”, any skull related thing had his face imprinted in my mind, every song had his drums in it, even when watching fashion shows with the girls at UA dorms made me think about his family issues. It was undeniable I was falling deeply in love with Katsuki Bakugo. I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, so I just sucked my feelings up and keep on with our routine like I wasn´t completely captivated by everything that boy did. That was until I decided it was enough. It was now or never, the last year, I had to make my move.

That was one of the longest weeks in my whole student life, I spend most of the time avoiding any kind of contact with Bakugo, and it was obvious to everyone, I usually hang out a lot with the whole Bakusquad, but this time I just simply started walking the opposite direction every time I crossed them in the hallways.

-Are you sure you’re doing the right thing avoiding him completely? - Said Deku with a concerned look in his face

-I just don’t wanna say something stupid in front of him and have him regretting having a date with me- I replied giving a big much to my lunch

-I’m sure he thinks that anything anyone besides him say it’s stupid, so I wouldn’t worry about that Y/N- Said Shoto

-Yeah, and besides, you were the one who said that you didn’t wanna ruin your friendship, so don’t do it and just keep everything normal- Said Ochako.

Normal… Nothing will be “normal” again between us after today, in the worst scenario possible we will stop talking, our friendship will be ruined completely and there will be no turning back to how things were before; in the best, the feeling is mutual and we start dating. Dating Bakugo, I’ve pictured it a hundred times before, but now that it might happen… No, focus Y/N there is still a long way before that actually happens, first I have to survive today without throwing up all these years of butterflies in my stomach.

It’s finally the last class for today, just this last one, going back to the dorms for a quick shower and a change of clothes, and I’ll be having my first date with the boy of my dreams; but before I entered the room someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty classroom, it was Denki Kaminari.

-Denki wha…- I started saying but he interrupted me abruptly

-I don´t know what I did Y/N but please talk to me again, I’m so sorry if I did or said something wrong, I’m really really sorry but please don’t ignore me like that- He said with tears in the corner of his eyes.

Me ignoring Denki? Oh shit, I didn’t thought of that when I was avoiding Bakugo, I didn’t even realized it, was so worried about don’t messing it up before today that I forgot that his friends were also my friends

-Denki I’m so sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s my fault I was so caught up with my stuff lately, I didn’t realize that I was ignoring with my friends-

He looked a little confused when I said that, he looked directly in my eyes.

-You weren’t ignoring me specifically? – He almost sounded offended

-Of course not, I guess I was being distant with everyone but you were the only one who noticed it, I’m sorry Denki- I went for a hug but he stopped me

-You don’t have to apologise Y/N, is just that I wanted to talk to you this past days but anytime I ran into you, you seemed to run away from me and I just, I don’t know, I thought you didn’t wanna be my friend anymore and I was so scared and…-

This time he didn’t stopped me and I hugged him. He put his head in my shoulder and sighed.

-I wanted to be like this for so long- He said wiping the tears in his eyes and looking away

-We should head to class, if we are late again Aizawa will kill us- I said grabbing Denki’s sleeve, but he stopped me.

- Y/N wait, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda important- He was as red as an apple and his eyes were fixed on his shoes.

Is Denki Kaminari confessing to me?!? I mean, yeah he has always been kind to me, and we do spend a lot of time together, and have sleepovers with mina and sero, and I go to every one of his gigs, and that box of chocolates for valentines, and those playlists, and the pinterest moodboard, and… Oh fuck, Denki Kaminari likes me. Before I could say or think anything he says:

-I have a gig next week, I know you come to every one of them, but this one is special and I would love seeing you there, not like the others weren’t special, because they were, you know how much I like when you come to see meUS! I was thinking maybe arrive a little earlier with me, to the soundcheck, I know it’s a little boring buuuuut I get really nervous if you’re not there and I just…, please come with me next week- He was clearly a handful of nerves, and knowing Denki he rehearsed that words over and over, he was so cute.

What? I could have sworn he was going to tell me something else, but a Gig? I’ve seen every performance ever since the first one at the cultural festival from first year, he didn’t have to get so nervous for that, unless there is something else he isn’t telling me, or maybe I misinterpreted all of it, maybe it was actually something special and he is afraid of asking anyone else for emotional support, yeah that makes sense, we always have been there for each other when things got tough, when he found out that Jirou was in love with Momo in first year he spend a whole week crying in my dorm, when he and Shinso broke up I had to force him to come out of his bed and act like a semi-functional human being, that was a whole semester of romantic comedy, sad music and junk food, thank god we both passed the year; it makes sense he came to me if he was feeling nervous about anything, nothing more, right?

-I would love to, Denki, I love seeing you on stage. I didn’t knew you get nervous when performing- I say with a chuckle.

-Well I usually don’t but this time I’m going to sing a song, and let me tell you, the struggle is real, have you heard Bakubro criticism? In the last rehearsal he made me cry five times-

Denki is going to sing?! OMG, usually Jirou is the one who takes the lead vocals, he just sings the harmonies, I’ve only heard him actually sing in karaoke nights, this is going to be so much fun, of course I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world

-Yeah, Bakugo tends to be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but don’t worry I wouldn´t miss this gig for anything in the world-

-Pinky Promise? – Asked Denki with his best puppy eyes

-Pinky promise- I replied intertwining our pinky fingers and feeling a little electrical buzz

-OUCH! What was that for? – I said giving Denki a playful punch in the arm

-That was for ignoring me all week, I really missed you Y/N- And then he lean in and kissed my forehead -Now let’s go before Aizawa wakes up and see we are not in class, I don’t want to clean the common room in the dorms, again-

“And before someone sees us and thinks something wrong” I thought to myself.

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Part 3 here

OMG! I have so much fun writing this, remember if you want to be in the tag list just message me, hope you enjoy reading it as I had writing it

[lore-a-lie]

Chapter 2: I Spit on Your Grave Expectations

Daily Life

Kaede wasn’t sure what to expect after that argument, but when she got to the dining hall the next day after washing the crust from her face and the redness from her eyes it was clear things had only gotten worse. Kaito was yelling at Angie about something and their group of friends was visibly split in two, the sets standing on opposite sides of the hall, but that wasn’t what concerned her the most. Kibo was.

He was pink now. Every bit of his previous gentle cyan lighting was gone, leaving only the nearly toxic looking magenta glow in its place. Even the glare he gave her was an intense pink rather than his previous desaturated blue, which shook her for reasons she couldn’t explain beyond feeling “wrong”.

And as around his neck, catching the light despite the shadows there, was Miu’s layered necklace he salvaged the night before, clean and repaired, she didn’t need to wonder why he did. That was a fair enough warning for what this was about.

Kaede wasn’t a good enough leader for them so Angie wanted to take over her responsibilities.

And had Miu not asked this of me I might have been fine with going along with that. But she did, as our friend, so I can’t give up quite yet. Right? Or did Miu just make another mistake putting her faith in me?

The way the room was divided the two new “groups” was pretty clear. Those in support of Angie’s new leadership were Kibo, Tenko, Tsumugi, Kirumi, and Gonta. Her friends that wanted to keep supporting Kaede’s own attempts to protect them were Kokichi, Kiyo, and Kaito’s trio of him, Ryoma, and Maki. (Little wonder this would happen the day I was the last to arrive huh? Not that I’d blame anyone here.)

“Kaito, please calm down! Let’s just try to talk about this okay? “This” is about how I’ve been leading everyone so far right? Just tell me what’s going on.”

“Atua doesn’t believe you’ve been doing a good job at keeping everyone safe. You are good at bringing us together, but only in ways that have better enabled us to turn on each other. He doesn’t feel only Monokuma’s motives are at fault for that, as you haven’t tried limiting the means for our betrayals. And so He told me Angie should be the one to lead us now, and to make rules to help protect everyone here! We can’t keep hoping for your dangerous dream of going back outside Kaede, we’ve lost enough of us.”

“And that’s why I’m calling bullshit! How long do you honestly think we could stay here?! Have you seen where our food’s been coming from? Any medical facilities, or even a goddamn nurse’s office?! We can’t trust anything here to keep us alive in the long term you idiot!” Kaito was still furious, for good reason.

He should know more about the dangers of being stuck somewhere without any means of protecting or repairing the resources everyone will be relying on than anyone else here, given his talent and experience. And yet Angie and her supporters kept completely ignoring his warnings and concerns.

“But Atua says it’s safe here, and it’s not like we have any better options. Without a safer alternative it’s plain to see this is the best course of action we can be taking, isn’t it?” (No it isn’t. I need to step in.)

“Tsumugi weren’t you the one to warn me to be wary of cults and con artists? Because it’s sounding like you should be taking your own advice right now you know, you can’t just pretend Kaito’s wrong here.”

“How could she? She and Angie were both Con Artists already aren’t they?” Kokichi mocked, looking for all to see like a cat playing with a canary as both girls glared at him for the pun. (But he’s not really okay with what’s happening here is he? This is too dangerous to allow things to keep going on for long, right?)

“Who are you calling a cult?! We are-” Tenko’s yelling was cut off by a familiar chorus of “Rise and Shine, Ursine”, minus the loudest and deepest voice in their tune. The set of three cubs and their father stood in the middle of the room.

“Hello~ my children! My, my, aren’t you all just chomping at the bit today? At least you’ve got a lot of energy for your exploring later, haven’t you?” The three little cubs kept looking between themselves as their father talked, as if communicating amongst each other while he was distracted talking to the class. “And boy do I have some presents for you~ A wonderful set of rewards for you all surviving so far, won’t that be fun? Come on kids, show them their fantabulous new prizes!”

“No.” The monotone syllable got everyone’s attention, all eyes on the half green bear and his siblings.

“... What? Sorry, must have some stuffing in my belly button, it sounded like you said-”

“Not happening pops. Why should we be listenin’ to ya anymore huh?”

“What do you think you’re playing at kiddo?” Monokuma wasn’t amused by his tiger-striped son’s reply.

“W-we talked about things after the last trial! W-we keep dying and no one cares at all but us! S-so… So we won’t do this anymore! We have the Exisals, so we’ll just do things our way from now on daddy!”

“Though this all bein’ said we prolly should hand out these little doohickies shouldn’t we? But let’s try ta change things up! No more o’ this givin’ you the things and then sit back while you bumbling bastards try to sort their puzzles out business! Each o’ us will keep the keys we got as youse guys figure out where to you’ll need to take us. Will we be helpful? Annoying? Try to lead you astray? Who fuckin’ gives a damn!”

“... This is fine. I mean it’s good you kids are taking some initiative right? This is a good thing for a father to witness, this isn’t a cute lil’ coup d'etat by my Ultimate Lil’ Monokubs or anything, nope not at all.”  

Despite saying that Monokuma was somewhat dazed as he mumbled something about going back home to his cubs who do still like him, sounding somewhat delusional given they’re all here. As he wandered off the pink cub- Monophanie, took out three items to pass out to her remaining brothers. She kept the literal pixelated key for herself, Monosuke was given the ninja scroll, leaving Monodam with the golden hammer. But after doing this the cubs looked at a loss over what they were meant to do next.

“So… Now, what Monosuke? Do we just split up?”

“Uhh… Yeah, sure why not? I don’t wanna to spend any more time with a certain murderer I could mention anyways.” Monosuke gave Monodam a pointed glare at that, but Monophanie’s flailing about trying to deny what he did was more of a response than Monodam’s own stoic stare.

“Then-Let’s-All-Get-Along-With-The-Bastards! Let’s-All-Be-Friends-Now, No-Need-For-Killing-Games!”

“WHAT?! Not a fuckin’ chance, the Killing Game’s the most fun we’ve had! Why should we give it up?”

“I don’t know, making friends could be nice, and no more gross gory bodies to deal with. Let’s give it a try at least, we can always change our minds later right?”

“Fuck that! You two can go play house, or class, or whateva the fuck this shit is but I’m out. If any of yous guys want to use my item I’ll be outside to see if ya can get me ta put it where it needs to go, capisce?” And with that, the bespectacled bear squeakily stormed out the door to the porch as the humans watching things unfold remained speechless. (I mean this is too stupid for words right now isn’t it???)

Angie was the first to break the silence as Monophanie and Monodam kept looking between themselves, their items, and everyone else. “Well we already made ourselves into two groups so this works out well, doesn’t it? Praise be to Atua and his foresight of your own changes of heart!”

“What’s an Atua?” (An excellent question, but not one you should ever ask bear. You’ll see.)

“A term stemming from Polynesian cultures that can mean “power” in a more supernatural sense, like “mana” which is quite different from the apparently common video game concept of the same name. However this typically refers to gods or spirits, in this case specifically for a presumably monotheistic entity that-”

“Atua is Atua silly! He’s all knowing and carefully watches over everyone, like a loving father!” Kiyo did not appreciate being cut off mid-lecture by Angie’s attempt to recruit another member to her cause, but he did at least capture Monodam’s attention.

“Apparently common”? Has he not played any games with it before? That’s weird. I wonder if this means Himiko told him about that before she… When they talked before the show. She knew a lot about that sort of thing, so it might have been what helped her and Angie bond too.

“Angie told Gonta Atua was like Grandma, Atua change?”

“Yup-yup! Atua changes to whatever He feels will help those He cares for best after all!”

“That-Sounds-Rather-Unreliable. And-Convenient-If-You-Are-Making-Him-Up, To-Claim-He-Is-Where Ever-You-Say-He-Is. How-”

“It’s is not the place of mortals to question Him or His divine grace you know?” (And so hails the return of Angie’s scary face, oh joy. If there is a God why do I need to be the one to put up with this right now?)

“No-I-Did-Not. But-Father-Claimed-He-Was-Our-God-Too-And-Look-At-Him-Now. We-Don’t-Need-Yours, Right-Monophanie?”

“Hmm, but Daddy was lying about that wasn’t he? Maybe this “God” is different. Why not give it a try?”

“I-Do-Not-Want-To. It-Doesn’t-Seem-To-Be-Helping-Others-To-Get-Along, Just-Making-Them-Fight.”

“Religion has been known to do both, faith can be quite the terrifying thing when taken to extremes. Particularly those that leave no room for compromise or allow themselves to mix with their neighbors. Among many pantheons, it’s common to find deities that in fact originated somewhere else and became incorporated over time to help pacify and better unite with other cultures.” (Nice trivia Kiyo, but no one cares.)

“Why not you come with us then Monodam, while Monophanie can go with Angie’s? Are you going to tell us where your item belongs? I don’t think I’ve seen anything for it before.”

“I-Don’t-Think-”

“I like that plan! Let’s go!”

Monophanie was quick to leave with Angie’s cult, which upset the remaining bear. If his goal was staying as a group he was proving pretty bad at it with how eager his siblings were to avoid him, given his involvement with Monokid’s death and their own personalities. But seeing Kaede’s expectant face he lit back up again, seeing them as other people he could try to “get along with” instead of his siblings.

“That’s-Because-You-Haven’t-Yet! It-Is-Up-Stairs-With-The-New-Labs, I-Will-Show-You!”

Alas, he forgot the stairs he was thinking of were still locked behind the supposed mural of the pixelated door that required Monophanie’s key to open, so Kaede had to hurry after Angie to see about that first.

After some negotiations between the two it was agreed that since the Magic Key had the most obvious use and Monodam’s item would be used in the area it unlocked Angie’s group would be headed outside to solve Monosuke’s Ninja Scroll puzzle instead.

Monophanie was rather relieved this would mean she wouldn’t need to go to the fourth floor yet and instead would get her more time alone with Monosuke, which in hindsight should have been a warning.

Following Monodam soon proved to be a mistake. Not an avoidable one, and not one that was his fault in particular, but it felt like a mistake nonetheless. The fourth floor lived up to the creepier associations with a number a bit too well in Kaede’s opinion. And that’s only speaking from the top of the stairs, they hadn’t even been to any rooms yet. (AND I DON’T WANT TO. AT ALL. WHY IS IT SO SPOOKY?! ... Kiyo’s lab is here isn’t it? It’s gotta be here with this atmosphere and everything, it suits him way too well. Welp.)

Kiyo apparently assumed the same thing as he gravitated to a set of traditional shoji style doors, unlike all the others in the school. Kokichi quickly followed after him while Kaito stayed where he was, sweating and trying not to look at anything around him.

Ryoma was rather amused by this as he tried leading his friend down the halls but given the scream that could not have been from Maki and Kaito dashing back and practically flying back down the stairs that was clearly a lost cause. It didn’t stop an annoyed Maki from following after him to literally drag him back by the arm though, as if in payback for all the times he practically did the same thing for her.

“C’mon Maki Roll, we don’t need this many people here right?! I can go see about the Ninja Scroll or something-” Kaito tried to argue, but she was still having none of his excuses.

“Not a chance. I thought a “manly” guy like you is supposed to be brave, aren’t you?”

“W-well… I mean… T-that’s why it’s good for you and Ryoma to do this alone! It’s-”

“Better for you to face your cowardice here then. You are the only one with a problem, idiot.” Maki challenged with an air of finality that seemed to shut Kaito up for the most part. Minus some nervous keening noises Kaede could hear as he was being pulled away.

Kaede chose not to draw attention to herself and how she proved he really wasn’t the "only one with a problem" and instead made her way with Monodam down the hall to a set of three doors.

She opened the first to see what was in it, only to let out a shriek of her own and slam it shut again upon seeing what she would swear was a familiar looking bear-shaped ghost floating inside. As Monodam grabbed her hand and made a dash back to the anthropology lab she wasn't the only one.

Had she not been so frazzled by everything Kaede probably would have found the confused looks on Kokichi and Kiyo’s faces hilarious, at least before Kokichi started to laugh at her own expression instead.

“... Might I inquire to what exactly that was about? If you’ll pardon my use of the phrase, you look like you’ve seen a gho-” Kiyo tried to ask, choosing to have marginally more tact than the local liar. If only his choice of words had been better.

“Don’t. Say it. Something was in one of those side rooms, honest!” Kaede tried to explain as convincingly as she could, but with everything going on and only the furiously nodding Monodam in her defense that wasn't saying much.

“Indeed, It-Was-Monotaro! But-Different-Than-He-Used-To-Be!”

“ Please tell me- you’re trying to say- you think you say some ghost- of a robotic teddy bear , Kaede. Because this is fucking priceless, you should see your face right now!” Kokichi was barely able to pause his laughter enough to speak, despite the scolding side look Kiyo was giving him for his teasing. (Don’t you fucking pretend I don’t see you smirking under that mask Kiyo! You’re enjoying this too aren’t you?!)

“S-shut up! You can go look for yourself then if you don’t believe me.”

“And leave you and Kiyo in his spooooky lab alone together? Ooookie-dokie! You two have fun~” (... Well fuck. Why couldn’t it be a normal museum? I can handle those! Everything here feels wrong. How many stories does this lab even have?!... Is this just for a visual pun?)

“I hardly see what you’re talking about, the setup they have here is magnificent. I haven’t the foggiest idea where on earth they could have found some of these works, I never expected I’d be able to so much as see them much less be in their presence during my lifetime.” (THAT PROVES IT’S CREEPY DAMNIT!)

As Kokichi stepped out to investigate Kaede’s “ghost bear” it was almost funny to see Kiyo flit about the room like he was a kid in a candy store. Almost. Though hearing him ramble about how there was a book with “spells” written by the sole survivor of a village, fueled by the fury behind the girl’s pen as she wrote, the incredibly heavy dog statue and cage meant for a séance from it, and a genuine katana did nothing to ease Kaede’s nerves at all. Not that he noticed in his sheer delight at everything around him.

Kokichi really should have expected to find her curled up into a ball like this, sitting on one of the seats near the bookshelves with her head on her knees, when he got back.

“Uhh, Kiyo I think you broke her. Great, now who’s gonna save us from Angie’s crazy cultists?! They even have Kirumi, we can’t compete with that! All we have is an idiot and scary people! WE’RE DOOOOMED!” Kokichi faux-sobbed with his crocodile tears again as Kiyo sighed.

“Technically we do also have one of the less incompetent and supposedly benevolent of Monokuma’s progeny, but you make a fair assessment. They also have Gonta and Tenko among them, which is also concerning as both are as strong as they are gullible I fear. Unless Kaede is back with us now of course?”

“Darn you all to heck, you horrible, horrible people” Came Kaede’s deadpanned reply, muffled by her body.

“Nope! Still broken, she can’t even curse now.”

“... Hmm, I see. Very well then, speaking of curses-” Kiyo’s words certainly got Kaede back on her feet.

“NO! NO MORE CURSES. I HEARD ENOUGH TODAY.” Too bad Kaede’s pointer finger in his face didn’t have its intended effect, as he was still more amused than anything else. She chalked it up to the height thing.

“There, that appears to have done the trick. My apologies for not seeing sooner how distressed you were becoming, I got rather overzealous you could say.” (Or you could say you were a dick, you jerk!)

“That-Is-Good-” Monodam caught the enraged glare Kaede gave him and backpedaled. “I-Mean-Not-Being-Insensitive-To-Your-Friends, That-Is-Bad. But-That-Enjoying-Your-Lab-Is-Good! Each-Was-Tailor-Made-For-You-Bastards-After-All.”

“Is that more or less creepy to hear than everything else here?” (LESS . INFINITELY LESS. Er-waitaminute.)

That did explain the selection of music in her own lab, any songs she saw that Kaede didn’t immediately recognize she still had a vague knowledge of. Like she heard of it and just hadn’t listened to them yet.

And it did indicate they were all in this place for a specific reason, to be singled out like this. But not why or what the reasoning behind this could be for. (I mean even if it looks like a prison school only maybe a handful of us seem like we’d actually belong in one, and if Kirumi’s the prime minister in all but title she shouldn’t fit. Unless she was used as a scapegoat for something? Would she remember that?)

“If such efforts were made to study and accommodate us why were we made to kill each other then? This is rather extreme for a mere social experiment, wouldn’t you say?” Kiyo asked, looking over some of his displays as he did.

“I-Can’t-Tell-You-That. Sorry. I-Could-Tell-You-Other-Things-But-Only-For-The-Killing-Game-Itself, Not Where-You-Bastards-Are. And-As-The-Killings-Should-End-Now-That-Doesn’t-Matter-Anymore.”

“I dunno~ If you have a motive for us later it could make you Monokuma wannabes at least a little useful. Might make us like you a little bit. So spill it, any other “special rules” we didn’t know about?” Kokichi said, putting the bear in something between a hold and a hug.

“Umm… There-Is-The-Tiebreaker-Rule? If-Multiple-People-Tie-For-Having-The-Most-Votes-And-The- Blackened-Is-One-Of-Them-Then-It-Counts-And-The-Spotless-Would-Be-Safe-From-Execution. It-Even- Works-With-Everyone-Only-Having-One-Vote, So-If-You-All-Agreed-To-Vote-For-Yourselves-You’d-Win!”

“I hardly believe the blackened would ever allow things to turn out in such a way. They’d simply need to lie and vote for anyone else to ensure their own survival would be guaranteed, yes?”

Monodam began bashfully poking his paws together at Kiyo's point, almost like he thought his way would have really worked. He also got a bit nervous when Kokichi brought up another motive appearing, so even without their father’s “game” apparently his cubs have something in store for them all later anyway.

When Kaede was feeling marginally better she made another attempt at looking for where Monodam’s hammer was meant to be used. Kokichi confirmed the three side doors were empty, denying seeing any ghosts or ghouls with a snicker, as he and Kiyo chose to keep her company. (To see me cry again?! Jerks.)

Monodam was trying to not so subtly lead them back towards the three doors, but instead the group went to see about Kaito’s group in the last room. Well, Kiyo and Kokichi did, as Kaede turned around and ran right back to Monodam upon seeing the blood-red hallway, much to Kokichi’s annoyance.

“Seriously Kaede?! Come on you scaredy cat get back here, we have work to do!” Kokichi called after her.

“We hardly need her for this. As Monodam is indicating this isn’t where his item needs to go why don’t we leave that to her for now? I strongly doubt this will be getting any easier on her mind quite yet.”

“It’s the principle of it! Why should we go somewhere when our “leader” won’t?! Kaede come baaack~”

Kiyo ignored Kokichi’s attempt to drag Kaede back and briefly continued along the hallway that supposedly Kaito was capable of going through, before walking back looking like he found something particularly amusing in the hallway ahead. Kaede didn’t have too long to wonder what sort of horrible thing this was foreshadowing as Kokichi pushed her onwards like she was stubborn packhorse stuck by a river.

The series of Jizo statues, decapitated and otherwise, certainly explained what Kiyo thought was so damn funny, but Kokichi and Kaede were less appreciative of the “joke” as the push shifted into more of a cling. As she tried going back again, Kokichi spun on his heel with the force behind her, but shifted their momentum to shoving her forwards instead. While the two made their mad sprint past the 8 figures Kiyo calmy trailed behind them, pausing to examine the statues and the Torii sitting across the way.

Kaede nearly ran into Kaito in her run to get anywhere but the eerie rotting red hallways around her, who she could not be more grateful to see. Since she was still soon followed by Kokichi Kaito wouldn’t be able to say the same, but since he finally got the hug he asked for before he was certainly not complaining.

“Hey there, you okay?” (NO. I have never been good at test of courage type stuff! I never want to come here again. EVER. At least the hallway here looks normal again? Is that another lab? Are we done yet?!)

As that isn’t best to admit Kaede tried salvaging what she could of this situation. “Y-yeah, it’s just a bit too… Spooky for me, you know? With… The gross wallpaper, and stuff on the ceiling, and the lighting-”

“And Kiyo with his sadistic horror fetish!” Kokichi’s voice chimed in behind her.

“And Kiyo with his- Hey wait no, you stay out of this! You made me go through there!”

“Right into Kaito’s waiting arms! You better not let Maki catch the two of you like this~”

“That could prove most troublesome, "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned". And who knows what a slighted assassin may do should her fickle feelings sour.” (Do you really have to say stuff like that here Kiyo?!... Of course you do, stupid question. Please don’t kill me Maki.)

“That’s not funny you two, knock it off!” Kaito scolded, giving both of the boys a firm look as if they all didn’t know that push come to shove either could leave him a terrified mess. “You’re here for Angie’s lab right? It’s open and everything so get move on with it. Though unlike the others this one does have locks, which might cause issues later. No idea where the keys for it are yet since we couldn’t find any inside.”

The high ceilings were weird to see be continued from the hallways around it, but the contrasting tone of the normal white fluorescent lighting was a welcome relief. At least Angie wouldn’t need to worry about art supplies or areas for her work to dry anymore, she could even probably hang stuff from the exposed beams if she had to free up floor space.

Having two different types of doors was another odd detail, considering both in Kiyo’s lab matched. But not all of the light fixtures matched either so maybe this was a preference of Angie’s, as she wasn’t here to give them any input beyond what could be seen. No Flashback Lights were in here at least, just Maki and Ryoma looking around the large workspace.

… Which meant it was likely for the best to leave and go see what Monodam was so intent on. Oh, joy.

Kaede managed to get through the disturbing trek faster this time, at a brisk walk while trying not to look around herself too much, but she had stubbed her foot on one of the Jizo heads lying on the floor in her hurry. (And now we know those things are heavy, even though they’re round it barely budged. OWWW!)

Kaito at least was with her this time, which made for much more pleasant company as he wasn’t faring much better than she was as far as nerves were concerned in these hopefully not-so-haunted hallways. She thought it for the best to not point out other rooms on this floor might not be able to have the title. It was getting easier to get used to this now at least, which was little comfort but a comfort nonetheless.

Monodam was sitting on the floor pulling at his feet with his paws until he saw them return, quick to get to his feet and pull them towards the painted glass at the end of the hallway. He nearly threw his hammer at them trying to “hint” to them how exactly they were meant to solve this “riddle”.

Pushy little brat isn’t he? Cuter than the yellow one at least, since he is trying to make himself useful. Sibling murder notwithstanding of course.

Kaito did what he wanted though, and through the shattered glass another hallway could be seen. Still a creepy hallway in its own way, but this one looked more high tech. Tubes and exposed stainless steel floors almost feeling like they’d be better suited to a spaceship than a school.

The door they found at the end had a light with the words “Computer Room” above it, and when they approached the unusual locks sprang to life to open for them. (Must be motion activated or something then, weird to see here.)

This room was massive, nearly if not as big as the labs on this floor were already, and had it not been called the “Computer Room” already Kaede wouldn’t have known what to make of the large cube in the center of the space, surrounded by monitors. (Right, technically computers are those tower things, not the screens aren’t they? But I’ve never seen one this big! I didn’t even know cables came in that size.)

Kaito let out a low whistle as he took everything in and Monodam explained this was for the latest incarnation of the “Neo-World Program”, a simulated world people could enter if they wanted to. (Miu probably would have had a field day with this thing if she were here… But then that could have just lead to her trying to kill someone anyway, couldn’t it? In a world where she’d know the rules better than us.)

But of more of their direct concern was the treasure chest to the left of it. One that looked just like the one with the previous Flashback Light the time before. Kaede made a beeline for it and took the precious clue to what was going on with her and her friends, putting it in her backpack for safe keeping.

She told Kaito to gather everyone on this floor and meet up later as she headed to find Angie’s group.

Best to have everyone regroup in the Dining Hall to see what we’ll be doing with this. It’s as good a time as any to see what they’ve found so far too.

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[lifestyleofemily]

12/26/20

Why I ghosted you

It didn’t just happen out of nowhere but more like a lot of things added up to this. I still remember the moment we became friends. At that time I didn’t really have a good relationship with my family so friends were the most important people in my life. You included. You were one of the few friends back then who showered me with love, understanding and support. You were an easy-going person. You didn’t think much when you talked so everything you said was of no malice. I always had a lot of fun with you because you didn’t care what others thought of you. You never judged me for anything I did. You were always there for me. When I had a fight with my mom and refused to eat you would bring me food so that I wouldn’t go hungry. You would always tell me that I could move in with you if anything ever happened. I loved you for all that. It may sound childish but I always wanted you to see me as your best friend. I wanted to be most important person for you after your family. I wanted to be the person you could confide in if anything were to ever happen. I was obsessed over the title of a ‘best friend’ I mean I was only 13 at that time who can blame me right? It meant that I was of the same importance as you were to me. However, In all those years I could never become your best friend. Back then I couldn’t become your bf because you already had one when we first met. After you and your best friend drifted apart you chose someone else to fill that spot. I admit I acted like I didn’t care about who it’s gonna be but I was actually hurt when the person you chose wasn’t me but someone else. Someone you met after me. I know it doesn’t matter how long you know someone but how deep your relationship with the other is. The reason I was hurt was because I felt betrayed, you would always say that I was the most important person in your life and so on but you would never put an actual label on it. It’s just a title but it still hurts when you’re an insecure 13 year old teenager who needs confirmation about her importance in someone else’s life. I think that was the beginning when everything slowly changed.

I chose to pretend that everything is fine. Maybe it’s because you were the first person I held so dear to me. Whenever I met someone knew I would always introduce them to you because I wanted you to be part of my life. I wanted my friends to be your friends. I wanted us to be happy together and sad together. I was happy you always got along with all the People I introduced you to. I was also sad when every single one of them told me they enjoyed your company more than mine. I was scared they would take you away from me. If they did I would be alone again. I never told you to stop getting closer to them because I didn’t want to sound obsessive I also didn’t want to put too much pressure one you. That’s why I tried very hard to be a fun and outgoing person just like you. But it was never enough. Thinking about it now it sounds toxic. I sound toxic. I was way too obsessed with you I know that. It’s like when you start showing kindness to a child that was never loved. They will think of you as a hero. That was the same for me. My parents divorced when I was a still a toddler. I was raised by my uncle and his family till I was 5. I started living with my mom and her new husband when I was 6. At first I was over the moon I mean I could finally live with my mom who I havent seen since I was a toddler. You know my mom she’s not the kind of person to show affection or love. She’s strict to the core and has high expectations for her kids. Anyone who met my mom was afraid of her. My childhood was painful but because I had you who would always make me laugh I still enjoyed life. There were many times when I thought of taking my own life but I was too scared of the pain. More than the pain I was more scared of leaving my friends behind. Especially you. Not my family but you. Dying is easy for the one that’s dead because once they are dead they will no longer feel any pain. However, People who are left behind have to deal with the pain and aftermath. People always say people who commit suicide are weak. They are too weak to keep on living. But what if living on is more painful to them than dying. Why should they continue to suffer just to make others happy? It take courage to take your own life. I was in pain but I didn’t have the courage to take my own life.

Remember when you started Uni and started hanging out with all those new people and totally forgot about me? Rmb when I gave you my spare phone because you lost yours? Rmb when you were super active on Facebook but ignored my text for days? It wasn’t even texts but just one text one question. It wasn’t a big thing for you but it was for me. I was hurt. I felt like I’m gonna lose you. I even asked you if you wanted to end this friendship. Years went by and things kept happening. Things like you making promises and breaking them afterwards. You knew I take promises seriously but still made and didn’t keep them. I still acted like I didn’t care because I didn’t want you to feel bad about it I didn’t want you to force yourself to keep your promises because of me. I wanted you to keep them because you wanted to not because you had to. I’d rather you didn’t make those promises in the first place. That way I wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up just to have them crushed again. One of those promises was that you would always be there for me. That friendship to you is more important than love. I know what people say and do are two different matters but I was so sure that friendship was really more important to you than love. I guess I was wrong. Because as soon as you got your first boyfriend our friendship was no longer the same.

You liked him and you knew he also kinda liked you but you weren’t dating yet. I was rooting for you, happy for you because you were so incredibly happy just being with him. It was your birthday I had to work but we were planning on meeting afterwards. I was looking forward seeing you again because we haven’t seen each other in a long time because you were busy with Uni, dancing and life in general. You made me wait for an hour.... you didn’t text or call to tell me you would be coming late. And when you arrived you were with him. You told me he suddenly asked you out and bought you new shoes. I was mad. Not because you were late but because you didnt even call to tell me you were gonna be late and because you were out with him even though we had plans. If you would have called I would have Gone home and we could have met another time. You could have spend the day with him. Instead you came an hour late and with him in your back. I knew you wanted to spend more time together. I gave you your present and went home. That was when I realized that you’re gonna break another promise again. Love was more important than friendship to you. That’s why I stopped taking your promises serious. Whenever you would promise me sth I would just laugh it off because I knew you’re not gonna keep them. It’s not your fault. We were young and you were carefree to begin with. That’s what I liked about you. But because of your carelessness you never really realised the weight of your words or the impact they would have. I couldn’t even be mad anymore because that’s just who you were. That’s when I started distancing myself from you. It helped when you and him finally started dating and you didn’t have time for anything else anyway. Your world started revolving only around him. I mean I know it’s also because he was a control freak and you weren’t allowed to go anywhere w/o him or do anything w/o asking for permission. Still you let yourself be controlled. I started hanging out with others more and also worked a lot more because just being home was exhausting. Maybe that’s also one of the reasons why it was so much easier for me to leave everything behind and travel to Australia for a year. Nothing was really holding me back. We didn’t talk much when I was there. We started talking again when you broke things off with him and when you were in the US for an exchange. When I came back and you told me that you were pretending to be in the US for an exchange but weren’t actually there the whole time but instead hid somewhere else at some guys place because you couldn’t afford the exchange I was hurt again. You said you didn’t want to tell me because you didn’t want to disappoint me. But do you know what disappointed me more? Your fear of seeing me disappointed rather than the trust that I would or could have supported and helped you in your difficult time. Do you know how much of a useless friend I felt when you told me that? How much I blamed myself because I couldn’t help you in your time of need? It was a shitty feeling.

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[midnightbedroom]

UFDT 1819

"After a year filled with voice cracks, busted worn-out shoes, eyecandy talks, shout-singing lyrics of random songs during practice, sleepovers, intimate circles, and competitions swept, my time as UFDT commander has finally ended.

I would like to thank everyone, especially my team and the continuous support from alumni, ASIs, my friends, and my family. Going through this year has been absolutely incredible with their huge amount of support, and I couldn't have asked for a better people to be in this team.

This year, we've swept all comps and I've been absolutely blessed becoming the chosen commander. I am so grateful to have led such passionate girls who are determined to give their all on that drillpad — and we did! We dominated that drillpad. Sweeping first on nationals has been an honor in unarmed. We made history this year, and I'm proud that it was our team.

In recognition, I'd like to congratulate Ariana on becoming the next upcoming commander for next year. Girl, I know you'll do amazing :) I'd also like to congratulate all my first year babies — Caryll, Elisha, Kristen, Carina, and Jesseca :,) I love you all so much, and I could never ask for better first years. Watching you grow all year has been incredible, and I can't wait to see where you go in the future. I hope the team has treated you with all the sincere sisterhood you all deserve. Carry on tradition! For all the seniors and my fourth years, thank you for all your dedication and hardwork. You've been a huge role model for all of us, and we'll all miss you. For my only year sister, Rachel, we made it sis :,) And for all third years, this is it; one more year and we're out.

So this is Laura Masado, CC of UFDT 18-19, signing out.

Thank you for all the tears and laughter :)"

— were my last few words as commander.

I honestly don't know where to begin. I'm way overdue with this post when I was supposed to post it before April ended, but since my body has no plan on sleeping, then I guess it's a good idea to finish this post.

Starting before my freshman year, right after my 8th graduation, I've been honestly lost. I just got out of a really toxic relationship, so I never really focused on what to do after middle school. I didn't know what to do for my extracurriculars, so I went with my friends and joined in band colorguard. As I joined this team, I had no definition of sisterhood or familyhood. I didn't even know these people existed. I just saw them performing in my middle school and found them really cool. With their colorful flags, sturdy rifles, and slick sabre, I thought "why the fuck not?" And so I tried out, and eventually got in after the first few days. I stuck around for a bit, even performed for the Fourth of July Parade down the streets of Mira Mesa. Not gonna lie, I enjoyed it myself. I love spinning that damn 6 feet tall flag and getting to do tricks with it. But after a while, I had to leave for my vacation for the Philippines.

Before I left, there was a volleyball camp available for me, which I attended late because of my colorguard duties. I was offered a spot in the camp and skipped a whole ass week of colorguard just to attend it. I had to lie my ass out of practice just so I can get to camp. Let me tell you, that shit was hard. I was sore for a good ass week, and I did not regret any fucking second of it. I learned so much from positions to the way it's supposed to be hit. The only thing stopping me was how fucking weak I was. I could not fucking hit the damn ball across the net during my serves. I was a good passer and striker, but my skinny bitchass was too damn weak to even get it through JUST for my serves. I was a good teamplayer, even the coach in charge told me so, but I could not fucking serve. I hated myself for it. After that tiring ass week and a half, I eventually got a hang of it and ACTUALLY got a ball over the net. I was so damn happy. My weak ass self was happy. After that, I was on a roll. Though, I was kinda late for getting a hang of it. I should've practiced harder and got myself to get stronger just so I can serve better. Eventually, the camp had to end, and I had to leave for the Philippines.

And so I left. I was burnt as hell — all of my relatives called me out on that. I lowkey gained muslcs from it, and let me tell you, my body was at its prime. I was skinny, lowkey toned, and my skin was flawless. I knew I had all of those, yet I refused to accept it, so I starved myself. I had to make sure I looked good for freshman year. Plus, you know how Filipinos work — they force you to eat all the d a m n time. I started to gain hella weight. I lost my toneness and curves and gained this big ass. I hated it. Regardless of my body, I still had a fun time with my relatives I grew up with in the Philippines. My mind and heart were aligned.

As much as I wanted to stay, I had to go back to America for my orientation. I got back the night before orientation day, and I didn't even sleep because of the damn jet lag. My ass showed up to school looking like trash with my wackass eyeliner, hoping that no one would notice my eyebags.

I went to school with my friends, Jasmine and Daphne, and on the way, we picked up Starbucks because my bitchass was dead as fuck. We lined up for the ID line, and that's when I saw him. My ex. Marcus and I didn't really end up well after our year and a month relationship. It was pretty rocky and toxic to the point where my friends had to actually butt-in and tell both of us to stop. To hell with them. Until I actually realized that they were right after he cheated on me three times. It brought me back to so much memories — extreme memories where one look can just ruin my progress. Both of us knew that we were aware of each others presence. The tension was too strong. A good time has passed, and I finally left his radius.

I bumped into my friend, Rizza, and asked her about volleyball tryouts because I missed it due to my vacation. She told me she was one of the captains, and I expressed my gratitude. She told me that I can still tryout due to how I was close to the coach, and I had a liable fact on why I wasn't there. After that week, I tried out. And I kid you not, I was weaker than I was before during volleyball camp. I tried so fucking hard to get to how I was during camp, but I fucking lost it. I got slower and weaker — even fatter. I lost my skill. I got cut after that week.

As my freshman year started, I was still lost. I forgot I was still involved with colorguard, so I was still assigned to a period with them — that shit was the most embarassing thing ever. I had to be with them for an entire day because my bitchass never told the school that I wasn't interesred with colorguard anymore. So I sat through with them and continued my day.

That's when I stepped up and went to my counselor to talk about what PE I'm going to replace colorguard with. They gave me a list of PE credentials that I can enlist on. JROTC caught my attention since both of my brothers were on it, and so I followed family tradition and continued their legacy in the program.

The next day, I got into JROTC. At first, I was kinda scared because I didn't know how military was going to be. As I joined, I saw a couple of familiar faces like my brother's friends and a few people I had classes with beforehand. I was starting to feel at ease.

It got to the point where drill team tryouts started. I told myself to step it up and join Unarmed because they were pretty fierce girls and they were highly looked up upon in the program. Tryouts was wack. Let me repeat it one more time, T R Y O U T S. W A S. W A C K. Why? Because everyone who tried out were pussies. Their sensitive asses cried after getting yelled at while I'm out here taking in everything they're saying just because I'm used to all the yelling — thanks to my Filipino household. After those two whole ass weeks of getting yelled at in my ear, I got in the team, along with two other people: Rachel and Sydney.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months of me being in Unarmed. I started to feel this sense of commitment and sisterhood that they all deemed to have. But not the fullest potential. I had a decent freshman year, but it wasn't necessarily the best. Rachel and I were outcasts. The team didn't really welcome us since we were the only freshman, Sydney, in the otherhand, was already a sophomore and she already knew how to fit in. It was a rough road to get to where I am now. Soon enough, sergeant tryouts came, and I got the position. Everyone knew it too.

Sophomore year came, and I had to hella step it up to the point where I had to be a commander to all second years. We had a unit inspection, and out of all second years, I was chosen to lead them. I was given this title where I was superior to everyone else. I took advantage of that and started slacking off which ruined my chance as a Unit Commander.

Junior year came along, and I finally became the Unarmed Commander. I fucking enjoyed every single bit of it. I learned from my freshman and sophomore year mistakes. I did everything they couldn't do and everything they did right. It was a prime year. We got first on all competitions and got sweepstakes for ALL. It was a lifetime achievement as a commander. Eventually, I started to slack off after three comps, again. I gave up the idea of being wing commander so Rachel can have it. I started focusing more on what I can do with my team and what I can do for the unit. Soon enough, nationals came and your fucking girl did it. She did something NO OTHER commander has ever done — got 1st sweepstakes on nationals. After the fucking sweat, tears, and hardwork; after all the fucking thoughts of not being good enough for the team which kept me up all night — the year ended on a good fucking high note.

I am beyond, and utterly, fucking proud of my team.

After this journey of being lost to finding myself, I finally found my identity. This team, right here, helped me. Without this team, I wouldn't have survived highschool and had the motivation to get good ass grades and perform better each time. Without this team, I probably wouldn't have known what sisterhood was. I still probably would've been lost in my own box of thoughts.

This year has taught me nothing but commitment. I look back to freshman year self, and I honestly could't have seen myself get this far. With the support from my family and these girls — especially Tintin — holy shit. I could've never made it.

So here, from the bottom of my heart, I give this team my heart and my soul. My commanding year is finally over. Best of luck to Ariana. I know she'll carry on this legacy and so much better.