Fuck You

You started down the hall with your luggage floating behind you, your room was at the end of the hallway, not that you minded though. The door swing open for you. The rest of the class was helping one anouther with moving in. You opened up your box and started to float things around your room and you floped down onto your bed. You sighed as your headphones blasted music into your ears. Deep End by Fouseè was playing. You looked up and saw your brother. You made a empty cardboard box hit him in the head silghtly. He rubbed his head in anooyince and growled at you.

"Damn bitch."

You cuckled slightly.

Wait. I fucking cuckled.

Your hand toched your mouth.

How the fucking hell did that shit happen. Meh. It was probably anouther damn fake one.

You looked up at him again as your hand fell down. That's when you thought of a question that you needed to ask your brother.

"Ever since your damn ass mother fucking 16 shitty ass birthday-"

You got on your side and sat up, still looking at him as you got up and slowly walked over to him.

"You have eather fucking hated my ass to the damn bone, or-"

You got close to his face, made the door shut and lock, and pinned him to the wall.

"Or been fucking helpful like right damn now."

You went onto your tip toes and whispered into his ear,

"Why the fucking hell is that shit?"

"None of y-"

Your eyes turned his color along with a mix of yours.

"Your my soulmate and I don't know how to confront you about it. I gave up on your ass once because I thought it was a glitch, but as time went on I rezized that it was not a glitch and that I love you, but, way more then a shitty sister."

Your eyes opened wide in shock as you unpined him, walked a few steps back from him, and stopped your mind control. You looked at him, stright in the eyes.

"So your the damn fucking reason of my whole fucking mess eh?"

He looked at you confused- and then wide eyed as he rezized what he just told you. His cheeks blushed a bright red.

You looked down at the wrist that you had all banged and scratched up and then back at his banged up hand.

"Let me fucking see."

He pulled out his wrist and unravel the white wrapping, to reveal.

"Y/N fucking Bakugo."

You said allowed as you stared blankly at his wrist before looking back up at him.

"Your fucking playing with my damn fucking ass."

He shook his head a 'no'.

"Look your damn self."

He grabbed your wrist, making you yank it back.

He can't fucking find out about my damn cuts.

"Fine I fucking look in the damn ass fucking restroom."

You said, not waiting for his response as you went ahead and telaported to the restroom and let the door shut and lock. You looked down at your wrist.

Well, I fucking guess I need to fucking find this shit out...