I joined another game several days later, which was arguably weirder than the one I was just at.
There was a game called LGBTQ, and I joined it because I'm gay as frick.
So I got on the game, and there was one person on, cyan. I saw the red dot on the chat button ding, a signal to show that cyan had spoken in the chat.
You can leave if you want. I frowned.
Why would I leave?
Everyone else left because of my name. I scoffed. Homophobic little shits, than.
Well, Im staying. I could feel their smile radiating into their device then out through mine.
Eventually, two other people came. I generally prefer games with 7-10 people, but I wasn't going to abandon cyan. I was playing red, because I grew tired of the color orange. Cyan and I stayed close to each other, and they were being pretty slow. At one point, I got impatient and took the lead, but stopped when they didn't do the same.
Some games we literally just stood there, looking into each other's icons. It was annoying at first, but then it was pretty sweet.
After several games (I was hoping it didn't glitch out like mine and Deku's had), cyan accidentally killed me. I spammed random song lyrics, I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters, into the ghost chat. After a bit, purple was voted off, and the game ended.
I don't quite remember what happened, but I do remember what happened in the lobby.
Do you have snap, Cyan asked. I typed in no, do you have insta?
What's that?
Instagram.
Oh. No. I growled.
Do you have Tiktok, I asked.
Yeah. What's your user?
ExplodoFuqqqq65591
I could feel Cyan's extreme discomfort.
Mines ImAFuqimgWeebYo6382892747392.
I blinked.
"I hope they like Ouran Highschool Host Club. . ." I muttered.
I copied their username, and I commanded in the chat for them to do the same.
I'm assuming they did, and another round started.
Well, it should have.
This Game Has Been Hacked. If You Don't Leave I'll Track Your IP And Murder You. Go Fuck Yourself.
I growled, but left.
I copied Cyan's username into TikTok, and a pfp of Rem from Death Note.
They had no videos, so I followed and messaged them.
It's red. Hi.
Hi, red. What's your real name?
Bakugou Katsuki.
Fucking hell.
What the fucks wrong
You were on the sports festival, right?
Yes. What's your name?
Izu Kumi
Sounds like my friend deku.
He was on the sports festival too, right?
Yeah.
I heard that useless Deku laugh through my door, which was open.
I lied. . .
Fuckdya lie about dipshit
My name
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT YOUR NAME!?
My real name is Izuku Midoriya.
FUCKING DEKU ILL KILL YOU.
You called me your friend.
Fuck you.
Also you gave me your Tiktok for onece and I wanted to tell you this not in person but I'm in love with you.
...
..
...
WHAT!?
I didn't ask that because I was disgusted or anything. I told you, I'm gay as shit.
I asked because I thought he hated me. I thought he hated me. He thought I hated him.
YOU HATE ME DON'T YOU AAA KACCHAN IM AORRY
Stockholm syndrome.
What the fuck.
YOU USELESS DEKU I THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T CURSE FUCK YOU
I grew up with you dumbass of course I can cuss
FUUUCK YOOOUUU
I saw Kirishima text me a game code.
I told him I couldn't play right now.
He said, I need to tell you something.
Text me wtf
Fine. . .
TELL ME SHITTY HAIR
I like you, okay!?
I threw my phone against a wall, screamed "HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK" and immediately got captured by the league, and died.
Well, I wished that happened.
I just told them both I didn't like them, because I liked someone else.
It's murder, obviously, but they didn't need to know that.
okay so I know it's been like six months but I can explain:
I had no inspiration and was wayy to lazy to write a love triangle.
Anyways, ciao.
~my dumb ass ¯\_(ツ)_/¯