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kill·joy

/ˈkilˌjoi/

noun

noun: killjoy; plural noun: killjoys; noun: kill-joy; plural noun: kill-joys

a person who deliberately spoils the enjoyment of others through resentful or overly sober behavior.

AKA: Endeavor

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"Im gonna miss you Katsu!" I hug him for about the fifth time today.

"Calm the fuck down down. We'll see eachother soon enough."

"Wont you miss me~?!"

"Of course not!" He hisses defensively.

"Awe! Ill miss you too!" I giggle.

"Tch. You better." We sit down on a bench at the train station.

A pleasent silence fell appon us, until Katsuki broke it.

"So your sure about going to Endeavor's Agency?" He asks curiously, but mildly protectively. "He doesnt seem to like you very much."

"Of course he doesnt hate me. He despises me." I laugh. "But as much as hates me, he cant deny im strong."

"If he can then hes blind as fuck."

"Awe! I can see why Best Jeanist wanted you." I giggle.

"And why's that?"

"To correct your attitude." I say with a straight face, causing a tick mark to appear on Katsuki's face. As if on que, my train pulls in. I jump up, waving to Katsuki for the last time this week, and hop on the train.

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You kicked the doors to Endeavors office open, much to the distaste of his secretary, and find Shoto inside as well.

"A'lrite! How ya doin' Endeavor?"

Shoto shoots me a questioning glare that said,'Why the hell are you here you idiot?!'

"Hello (Y/N)..." Endeavor growls, already clearly agitated.

"Okay lets cut to the chase Endeavor. You obviously wanted me here for something. What the hell is it?" I hiss like a snake, about ready to tear Endeavor apart if he says anything even remotely wrong.

"Hm." He chuckles. "Observant. Just like your father." He coughs. "I saw the way your hair changed in the battle with Shoto. How did you do that?"

I stare at him for a second, then begin laughing. "You think I have any idea?! I didnt even know what happened!" I glare at him. "Whats it to you Enji?" I hiss his name.

He flinches slightly, but regains his composure. "Just curious... Is there anything specific that possibly triggered it?"

I shrug. "Can we take the topic off me now? Im tired of talking about my quirk..." I growl.

Shoto shoots me another look, telling me 'be polite'. I sigh.

"...Sir." This seemed to get his attention. A large shit eating grin spreads across his face.

This time, I send Shoto a look. A, 'He's up to something and I think we both know what's going on in his head' look.

"Please excuse me, Father, but may I show (Y/N) to her room?" Shoto breaks the silence.

"Of course, of course." Endeavor absentmindedly waves his hand as he begins writing things down.

Shoto and I exit the room and begin walking towards the elevator. "Don't you dare say what I think your gonna say." He growls.

"But we both know what he's thinking!" I whisper yell.

"Doesn't mean we need to state it. There's no reason to." He presses the elevator button. "We don't even know if that's what he's thinking."

"Yeah well that's always what's on his mind!" I step into the elevator with Shoto.

"We'll talk later." He hisses.

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I walk from my newly discovered room and towards Endeavors office. I hear shouts from inside and pause.

"Father NO! I refuse to let you put (Y/N) through that!"

"You don't have a choice Shoto. And nor does she!" A sinister grin plastered on his face.

The look on his face makes my blood boil.

"(Y/N) is like a sister to me! No way in HELL am I gonna marry her! Im not going to let you ruin her life like you did with mother!" Shoto yells, ice starting to form on the ground around him, small sparks of flame beginning to lick at his clothes.

At this point, my own quirk was Acting up, petals swarming around me in a fit of rage. I slam open the door, both of they're heads snapping toward me.

"How disgusting." I snarl.

"A-ah. Hello Hõsuku." Enji's smile faulters slightly, but he regains it.

"(Y/N)--" Shoto's eyes locked with mine.

"Fucking disgusting." I hiss. "I cant believe your not only the #2 pro hero, but a father as well." I turn my head slightly and look at Shoto. "Im not mad at you Sho. Please don't think that." I send him a smile and turn back around slam the door hard enough to send a crack down the centers of the doors.

'I should of fucking known this would happen! God damnit!' I sigh, stepping into my room. The plain white walls lit up as I opened the door. Quietly, closing the door, I toss myself onto my bed. After a few minutes, my eyes flutter shut, sending me into a dreamless sleep.

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I was woken up by a buzzing. My eyes flicked open in annoyance and snatched my phone, not bothering to check the caller ID, and tapped the answer button.

"Finally fuck. I was beginning to think you were fucking dead." A gruff voice sounds in my ears.

"Katsuki?" I murmur quietly.

"Who the fuck else, (N/N)?" Katsuki's voice softens. "Are you okay Shortstack?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I manage to squeak.

"Canadian Flag told me what happened." He murmurs. My eyes widen.

"T-told you what? Nothings wrong!" I laugh. "Also, how did he get your number?"

"(Y/N) tell me whats bothering you before I come down to that fucking agency and destory the firey dumpster myself." He completely ignores my question.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" A new voice could be heard on the other end.

"SHUT IT JEANIST IM HAVING A FUCKING CONVERSATION!"

I begin laughing hystarically as Best Jeanist proceeds to tie Katsuki up and snatch his phone, appoligising to me.

"Hey Jeanist! Could ya put me on speaker?" I giggle.

"Of course!" He chuckles. "Your on."

"Hey Katsuki!" I hear him agressively hum as he attempts to escape the binds.

"Told you you wouldn't last a day with him."

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