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ao3feed-bakusquad ยท 17 days
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10liver ยท 8 months
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Kirishima fucks up and Bakugou and Kaminari are there to sweep up the mess and fix you out of your feels.
Cw; fluff, Cafรฉ worker au, light hurt/comfort.
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You and Kirishima had been friends throughout middle school, and it stayed that way. The light and happy feeling of being with your best friend. The soft smiles and the silly laughs, it felt great. Heavenly even. That was how it was.
Until you introduced them.
"Hey, I'm Mina Ashido! I've seen you around before, haven't I?" She said with a bright smile before sticking her hand out to the blank spikey haired boy.
Kirishima froze before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck with a smile, "Oโ€“Oh, yeah! Nice to meet you, I'm Eijiro Kirishima." He replied with a sheepish grin.
You watched silently at the greeting, smiling at the smooth greeting, it seemed pretty nice. You were somewhat excited, you were thinking of being the awesome trio at Mustafa Private Middle School.
But that wasn't the case. Not at all. You never expected to be the one left out on hangouts let alone left behind. You never thought you'd be the one to feel that prickling pang of jealousy and pain as you watched your bestfriend and your other friend laugh and share a popcorn bucket at the movies. You were stuck on the end side as both of them sat by eachother, laughing and giggling at the movie loud enough for several people to give them dirty looks.
It wasn't as fun when you were on the butt end of it, was it?
This went on and on, and each time, you felt little bits and pieces of your enjoyment that was there before, shatter and fly away. It hurt, so bad, more than anyone could imagine. And it didn't help that you liked your bestfriend too.
You sighed before getting up off of the round, metal Cafรฉ chair and grabbing your belongings. You had been mulling and thinking too much. People had offered you several little snacks when they caught you shedding a couple tears, which made you feign a smile. But the thankfulness and prick of gratefulness didn't last forever, which is why you decided it was better to just sulk at home and not embarass yourself.
You were about to ditch the Cafรฉ before you heard someone yell. You whipped your head back at the voice, which was apparently the Cafรฉ counter.
"Hey, you." A blonde guy called out with both palms on the counter as he looked at you. You glanced around before pointing at yourself and slightly tilting your head.
The worker nodded and grinned, "Yeah, you, c'mere." He motioned for you to come closer before dipping behind the small glass panel that slightly hid the drink he pulled out from behind it.
You slowly walked closer, clearly confused on why you were called out. Maybe it was because you stayed too long. You really didn't hope so, you were definitely in no mood to get an earful.
"On the house, hate seein' pretty people like you sob in here." The blonde said before sliding a [Favorite drink] to you with thin caramel lining that made up a small happy face.
You stared at him for a brief minute before pursing your lips, trying to decide if this was worth your smile right now or not. If you could even muster up one.
But, after a couple seconds, your body decided for your as a warm smile tugged at your lips causing an instant reaction from the blonde boy as his grin got wider.
"Iโ€“ T.. Thank you." You said softly, taking the drink and pulling it closer before taking a sip and immediately feeling a tad better than you had before.
He tipped his little worker visor before flashing his amber eyes down at you with a soft smirk. "The names Kaminari. Denki Kaminari." He said softly.
You chuckled quietly, "[L/N], [F/N] [L/N]." Kaminari perked up before snatching an order paper and grabbing a pen from the table and writing down his number.
He slid it against the table towards you with a soft grin, "Use it however you please." He mumbled softly before making soft eye contact with you.
"Dunce face, God damn it! You better not be flirting with another customer again." A voice boomed from the back before a loud slam was heard. Everyone, including you and Kaminari whipped their heads over to whatever made that noise.
Another worker came from behind the wall before his eyes instinctively met the front of the counter, soon finding their way up to your slightly flushed, puffy face and just as puffy eyes.
He sucked his teeth before dipping back behind the wall and coming out with a duck themed sugar cookie and sliding it across the counter before stopping right in front of you.
"Damn Bakugou, didn't expect you to be theโ€“" The darker blonde was quickly cut off with a cough as the other worker shoved an elbow into his abdomen, effectively shutting him up.
"Don't be goin' to a Cafรฉ just to mope around n' not buy anything. That's just bs." The ash-blonde mumbled the last part before going back behind the wall with his hands shoved in his Cafรฉ designed apron.
Your eyes followed him until he was no longer in sight, you were clearly slightly baffled with the mixed signals. Your attention was quickly snagged away from the ash-blonde to the Darker blonde that was clutching onto his stomach.
"Don't mind him, he's always like that." He wheezed out, giving his best attempt at a grin as he stared at you for a moment.
You chuckled for a moment before clearing your throat and straightening up as your expression took one of worry and concern, "Areโ€“ Are you.. alright?"
"Don't worry, 'm fineโ€“ He always does this." He spoke before coughing and straightening up. He cleared his throat before smiling warmly. "What I think Bakugou over there was tryna say is, don't be upset, everything's gonna turn out fine. Well, whatever youre goin' through will be." He shrugged with a hum sounding like the words 'I don't know.'
You smiled softly before nodding, "If that's the case, send him my thanks." You gave a farewell nod before turning around and making your way towards the Cafรฉ doors.
"Will do." Was the last thing you heard before the small bell at the top of the double glass doors rang. You felt lighter than before, a little out of the dumps. You glanced down at the drink and little snack with a soft smile before taking a sip.
Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad.
And from that day on, you became a regular, always going back to that same Cafรฉ to see those very blondes. At one point, they began to memorize your favorite drinks almost by heart just by simple glance at your expression.
You'd always pick the table closest to the counter so they'd always have the chance to start up small talk at times, and Kaminari took all the chances he could get.
Bakugou on the other hand, acted as if he didn't want you there which would normally hurtโ€“ if he didn't occasionally sneak you a couple cookies and small cups of whip cream.
"So how is our lovely regular doing today?" Kaminari asked with a soft grin as his chin resting in the palm of his hand for support atop the soft beige marble counter.
"I'm doing okay." You replied, making your way to the blonde as your other favorite blonde walked around behind Kaminari while making drinks for the other stray customers.
"Glad to hear." He beamed you a closed eye grin before spinning on his heel and making his way over to the drink station. Presumably to make your drink.
"Whaddya think you're doing, idiot. Go talk to them, I'm making the damn drink already." A harsh whisper was heard from Bakugou as his hands quickly worked at what looked to be a latte.
Kaminari silently mocked him before rolling his eyes and walking back to you. His expression shifted to one of softness as he saw you glancing up at their temporary sanrio menu.
"Thinkin' of buying one of those chibbi thingies from our menu today?" He asked, placing both of his palms on the edges of the counter as he leaned forward ever so slightly.
You pursed your lips in thoughts before smiling softly and nodding, "Yeah, can I get a... [Favorite sanrio character] themed bubble tea? Along with a [F/S/C] sugar cookie?"
"Coming right up beautiful." He responded with a wink before dipping in slightly behind the wall and shouting your order to Bakugou. Whom responded with a very vocal, "Don't yell at me, damn extra!"
You chuckled before glancing behind you at the sound of the little bell ringing as people entered. You were always a nosey one.
And then, your heart dropped.
You watched in slight horror and both Kirishima and Mina walked inside the Cafรฉ arm in arm with cheerful smiles. You practically froze in place as you slowly turned your head towards the counter, praying to every deity there was that they wouldn't recognize the back of your head.
"Woah, what's wrong with you?" Kaminari questioned, cocking a brow as he stared at you with your sugar cookie in hand. His expression started to lace with concern as you remained silent and frozen.
"[L/N]โ€“" You quickly shut him up before he could finish calling out your name by sending him a death glare that could send a small shiver down Bakugou's spine.
Kaminari quickly stayed silent before hesitantly glancing behind you to welcome the new customers before he too, froze in place.
He laughed nervously before pursing his lips, "Ohโ€“ Uh, hey! Your shift started 5 minutes ago [False name], come on." He ushered you over to the little gate stiffly, and you quickly complied.
You quickly, yet semi cautiously made your way over to the gate before pushing your body into it as it allowed you inside. You booked it behind the wall that always hid the rest of the small storage area only to be met face first into a thick pole.
"What the hell?! The fuck're you doin' back here? And watch where you're going!"
You glanced up at said pole that had two drinks up in the air as he beamed you a confused scowl. You quickly backed up before placing a hand over his mouth and glancing behind you where Kaminari stiffly took the pair's order.
Bakugou stayed still for a moment before placing both drinks on a nearby counter and grabbing your wrist. "What the fuck is going on." He said in a harsh whisper.
"Theโ€“ Youknowthosepeopleitoldyouaboutthatleftmeforeachotherafteriintroducedthem?yeahwelltheyrehereandkaminarihelโ€“"
"God damn itโ€“ Slow down idiot!" Bakugou said as he covered your mouth with his hand. He sucked his teeth before slowly retracting his hand from your mouth.
You remained silent for a moment before taking a calming breath and looking up at him, "Remember when I came in here crying?"
"Yeah, you looked like a fuckin' pimple with all that puffiness." He teased with a grin before clearing his throat and allowing you to continue.
You gave him a sharp look before huffing and continuing, "Well that reason why I was crying is here and talking to Kaminari."
Bakugou thought for a moment before pursing his lips in hesitancy. His expression of thought quickly turned into a narrow one as he shoved you out of the way and left from behind the wall.
You watched in terror as Kaminari tried to hold Bakugou back from blowing the whole counter along with Kirishima and Mina away. If this was a clean show, all you'd be hearing was that annoying beep.
"Bakugouโ€“ C'mon bro, fuck! Calm down!" Kaminari shouted, holding Bakugou by his the crooks of his neck as the ash-blonde's hands started sparking and popping. All you could hear was loud, violent I'll kill yous and Bastards along with streams of something that sounded like it could come out of Satan's mouth himself.
"Bakugou.." You said under your breath, walking slightly towards the chaos behind the counter. Both blonde's heads whipped towards your direction and froze.
What you didn't know, was that you walked a bit too far and you were now in view for both Mina and Kirishima to spot you and also freeze.
By now, all customers either began recording or scrambled away as far as they could from the very lively Cafรฉ. But that was the least of your worries the moment you heard his voice.
"[Name]..?"
Your head whipped towards the voice with an expression that could break a man's pride. And well, it did. Throughout all Bakugou's stream of curses, all you could hear was Kirishima's small curses about how crazy your blondes were.
You stared at him as if he were crazy, insane, an outcast, like he didn't belong, like you didn't know who he was, like you disgusted by him, like you hated him. At this point, you could care less about the terrified Mina behind him, the only thing that went through your mind was the betrayal and the fact Bakugou lashed out on someone on his shift. For you.
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out."
"[Nam]โ€“"
"Get. OUT."
All eyes and phone cameras were on you now, your shout having gained the attention from everyone. You pointed towards the double glass doors and sent him a glare of despair and hatred.
Kirishima recoiled at your sudden volume before Mina stepped in front of him and looked at you with confusion and sorrow. "[Nickname], what's going on with you..?"
You ground your teeth within your mouth briefly before turning away from her and walking behind the wall again. All you could hear afterwards was Kirishima beginning to call your name before getting stopped by a loud slam on the counter and a loud "Get the fuck out."
You sat quietly on a chair in the corner as you stared blankly at the wall infront of you. You counted atleast 104 cracks in the wall and about 3 faded ash marks on that very same chunk of wall.
"[Name]."
You flinched at the sound of your name before instantly calming down at the sight of Kaminari and Bakugou standing by you.
"Are youโ€“ Are you okay?" Kaminari said softly, coming closer to you and placing a warm hand on your shoulder as his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
Bakugou came closer before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning against the wall in front of you with a soft scowl. "If you're worried about those bastards, I scared 'em off 5 minutes ago. Damn extras are so damn persistent."
You chuckled softly for a second at his last remark before clearing your throat and glancing up at both Kaminari and Bakugou. You slowly nodded before sighing, "Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay. But, I justโ€“ I just wanna thank you both for what you did back there.. Helping me and stuff.. Justโ€“ Thank you. I really appreciated it."
"Don't be getting all sappy on me now, [Name]." Kaminari teased before ruffling your hair and grinning softly at you. "Plus, it was the least we could do for our favorite customer. Don't tell Amari I said that, she always tips me an extra five bucks whenever she comes here."
You laughed for a moment before smiling softly at both of them, "Noted." You let out another content sigh, feeling lighter than you did during the scenes of drama.
"Tch. Whatever, they deserved it. Wasn't like I was doin' it for you anyway, I got a lotta pent up rage dealing with those damn complaintent customers." Bakugou scoffed before turning his head away to look off to the side. "N' don't worry bout the Cafรฉ cause I know damn well you will. Our manager will deal with the shit that comes with our mishap."
You couldn't help your smile as it widened at Bakugou's choice of words. After becoming a regular and always speaking with the two, you've come to learn what Bakugou truly means with his words. And this one meant, you're welcome and it's okay.
You stood up slowly before turning towards Kaminari and standing in front of him, just keeping eye contact before wrapping him up in a tight hug.
He grunted quietly in shock before grinning and instantly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "God, I thought I'd never be able to do this." He whispered.
After a couple moments of content, you slowly pulled away and grinned at Bakugou, who was scowling harder than he was earlier.
You laughed before leaping forward and wrapping your arms around Bakugou's neck in a warm, happy hug. Bakugou grunted as well, a little louder than Kaminari before scoffing and hugging you back tighter with his arms around your waist.
"You're welcome nerd." He whispered in your ear as he leaned his head towards the crook in your neck.
Kaminari stood there with his hands on his hips, giving Bakugou an I-know-you-feel-it-too look before straightening up and clearing his throat as Bakugou glared at him.
You and Bakugou had a little bit of a longer moment as you both hugged in silence before you pulled away. He took the chance to ruffle your hair before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning back against the wall.
"So.. whose up for a festival night?" You ask with a soft grin.
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multixsposts ยท 4 months
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One Night Stand.
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Dabi x Fem Reader!!!!
this is my original story that has a second part on โ€˜Wattpadโ€™ which i posted on here a couple of days ago.
enjoy
-M
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Look at you. sitting in a bar on a
saturday night drinking alone. you thought it was pathetic, but you had one hell of a day and a drink is just what you needed.
You sip on your beer as you play with a piece of paper that came from a straw.
"is this seat taken?." a gruff voice asked from behind you.
You turn to look at where the voice came from and once you did your eyes roam over his features.
Black hair, ice blue eyes, but what really caught your attention was his skin.
Patched together by...staples?.
You thought it was weird but you being you, you didn't question it.
"no, go ahead" you tell him and he takes a seat next you. You take a long swig of your beer as you finish the bottle after you finished you set it aside and flag down the bartender motioning him to your empty bottle hinting you want another. Your eyes follow his movements as he sets another one in front of you, popping off the top.
you give him a nod as you take a sip from it.
"tough day?."
the man besides you asked and you nod to him "yeah it wasn't the best" you respond back a sigh leaving your mouth as you tear up the little piece of paper you've been playing with.
"mind if i buy you a shot?." he asks and you look at him
"why do you want to do that?" you ask, curious. You watch his mouth pull into a small smirk as he looks at you.
"you just..seem like you had a rough day, figured i could help by getting you a shot, on me." he tells you but in all honesty he's just looking for someone to bring home to his bed for the night.
it's been a while since he felt that type of relief and he was hoping you'd fall into it.
You look at him for a bit before responding.
"i could use a shot." you respond your own smirk dancing onto your lips. You know what he's doing, and to be honest you were looking forward to it. He was a really good looking guy and you hoped he was wasn't terrible in bed, but by the looks of it he seems to know what he's doing.
his smirk widens as he orders the two of you shots.
You watch him grab the little glass as he brings it up to his lips, throwing his head back and downing the shot his expression not changing in the slightest bit from the alcohol.
"your turn." he motions towards your glass.
you grab it and just as he did you throw your head back and take the shot a little bit off the alcohol spilling from the glass and down your chin to your neck, but the blue eyed man never took his eyes off of you. In fact watching you down that shot and not make a face at the strong liquor just so happened to turn him on.
It was a stupid thing to get turned on by but he couldn't help it.
"so..were are we doing this?" you ask him getting straight to the point.
"uh..what?" he asked, he was thinking you'd be the type to make him butter you up all night before he took you home.
"are we having sex in your car or at your place?" you ask your bluntness making his dick twitch in his pants. Most the girls he did things with took him half the night to convince them to come back home with him, but you.. you must really want it just as bad as he did.
"we're going back to my place, doll." the nickname made you shiver as you stand, pulling your dress down in the process.
"well..guess we better get going then yeah?" you tell him a smile on your face as you lay some money on the bar, he does the same before he grabs your hands and takes you to his car.
it's been a while since you've done anything intimate, but you preferred doing these things with someone you didn't know. It kept things neutral making things less complicated between you and the person, that is until they start calling you after the night you had together previously, but you solve that problem with the block button and go on about your day. and as you get into this random mans car the fact that he could kill you right now never crossed your mind. the alcohol in your veins wouldn't let you. You just kept your eyes on him as you watch his arms flex slightly whenever he turns the wheel, you didn't even notice when you arrived to his house untilย  the car stopped and he was opening the car door for you, and leading you inside his place.
"nice place.." you tell him and he laughs a little.
"thanks..my sister helped me with it." he tells you as he grabs your hand and leads you down the hall to his room.
You two stand infront of each other before he decided to make the first move.
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note that โ€˜Wattpadโ€™ gets the first updated chapter three is in the works now as we speak.
I hope you all enjoyed it just as much as i did writing it.
have a good day you deserve it.
-M
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vyxensworld ยท 4 months
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Katsuki: Look guys, I need help.ย  Mina: Love help?ย  Todoroki: Financial help?ย  Kirishima: Emotional help?ย  Izuku: Help moving a body?ย  Everybody looks at Izuku Izuku: What?
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Quirkless Mina and Jirou edit from the scoop on UA photo set!
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Summary: Shinsou has POTS, (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.) Not everyone with POTS faint, but some do. Most patients with POTS find that you can avoid fainting if you catch the pre-syncope symptoms and treat them in time.ย 
Here is five times Shinsou was able to stop himself from passing out, plus the one time he couldn't.
Disabled characters written by an author with disabilities.
CW: Fainting, nausea, dissociation
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I havenโ€™t had the chance to write because school has been beating my ass, so hereโ€™s some shippy nonsense for yโ€™all, Iโ€™ve said before that Iโ€™ll probably not put Azula in a relationship, just because Iโ€™m not sold on any of these ships and also shipping her with anyone would narrow my already niche audience, but hereโ€™s some art anyway! :))
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Izuku Midoriya lives a comfortable life as a wizard's scribe. Good pay, all the books he could ever want to read, and a beautiful overlook from the clifftop manor. A visit from the King of the Gods, Yagi the All Mighty, forces his world to change when he learns that the Gods are about to die, and he is being chosen as one of the successors. IzuMina AU.
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Hey, yaโ€™ll!
Iโ€™m getting to my requests as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, I just watched to gauge whether you guys had any interest in some Bakusquad character playlists Iโ€™ve been putting together :)
Let me know and Iโ€™ll see you all soon!
Love, Zโค๏ธ
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bkdk-fan4ever ยท 9 months
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Bakusquad Shenanigans | Ambidextrous!Bakugou Katsuki | Dumb Bakusquad | Class 1A Dumbasses
Why Not Both by palant1r
โ€œAre you okay with notes now that your wrist is broken?โ€ Kirishima asked.
Bakugou shot him a disdainful glance. โ€œIโ€™m ambidextrous, idiot.โ€
โ€œWow! Congratulations!โ€ Denki cheered.
โ€œThatโ€™s wassup, bro!โ€ Kirishimaโ€™s voice overlapped.
โ€œIโ€™m glad you trust us enough to confide in us!โ€ Denki said so loudly it drowned out Kirishimaโ€™s cheer of โ€œlove who you love!โ€
Bakugou makes a surprising declaration at lunch, and Class 1-A quickly descends into anarchy due to its unusually high concentration of dumbasses.
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ao3feed-bakusquad ยท 2 months
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Hey, y'all!! I need some help!
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๐—าปั–s ั–s แฅฒ ๐–ฟแฅฑmแฅฒแฅฃแฅฑrแฅฑแฅฒแƒซแฅฑrแฅŠแ‘ฒแฅฒkแฅ™gแฅ†แฅ™ ๐–ฟแฅฒแฅ’๐–ฟั–แฅด.
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’โ„Ž๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘š๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐’•๐’”๐’Œ..๐’Š ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’Š๐’“๐’”โ€œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๏ผŽ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ the ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘—๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘  ๏ผŒ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘‘ ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘๐‘๐‘ฆ
โ€œ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ! ๐‡๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐โ€™ ๐ฒ๐š!โ€œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๏ผŽ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘”๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ง๐‘ง๐‘– ๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘”๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘
๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘›๏ผŽ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๏ผŽโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘’๏ผŽ
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘”๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ขโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š๏ผŽ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ ๏ผŒ๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ฅ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘”๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๏ผŒ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š๏ผŽ ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ 
โ€œ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š ๐ง๐จ.โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ irritated๏ผŽ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘› y๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ค.โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘š๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ ๏ผŽ
๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘‘๏ผŽ
๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๏ผŽ
๐บ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๏ผŽ
๐‘Š๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๏ผŽ
๐ด ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘™ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐ด ๐‘ ๐‘Œ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๏ผŽ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐งโ€™ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ?.โ€œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐’š๐’๐’–โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’š ๐’“๐’–๐’…๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’“๐’ ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’.โ€œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘ก๏ผŒ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐‡๐€๐‡?!โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘™๐‘ฆ๏ผŒโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ ๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐’Š ๐’”๐’‚๐’Š๐’…. ๐’€๐’๐’–โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’˜-โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘“ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘“๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐ˆ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐šโ€™. ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ?.โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘ ๏ผŽโ€œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š ๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ?.โ€œ ๐‘Ž๐‘“๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›๏ผŽ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ ๏ผŸ๏ผ ๐‘– ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๏ผŽ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๏ผŸ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ ๏ผŸ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š๏ผŸ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘’๏ผŽ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘˜๐‘  ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๏ผŸ๏ผŽ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’๐’” ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐‘จ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†.โ€œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š โ€œ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ€œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘’๏ผŽ
๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘ข๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก๏ผŒ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘›๐‘–๐‘๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘๏ผŒ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜ ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ก?โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘˜๐‘  ๐‘๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๏ผŒ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’‰.โ€œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฃ๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’๏ผŽ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ขโ€™๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๏ผŒ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ขโ€™๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘ก๏ผŽ
๐ป๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘๐‘˜๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ขp ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘ โ„Ž ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๏ผŽ๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘๏ผŽ
โ€œ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐จ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค.โ€œ โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘’๐‘˜ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘ก ๏ผŒ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›๏ผŽ๐ป๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘˜๏ผŒ๐‘“๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘’๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๏ผŽ
๐ป๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜๏ผŽ
๐ป๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๏ผŸ๏ผŽ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘’๏ผ
๐ต๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘”๐‘ ๏ผŽ
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Fandom: My Hero Academia
Character: Nejire Hado
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