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Momo’s hands were shaky and erratic. She had to steady herself against the wall outside of Fat Gum’s agency when she got the call. Now, she was hastily throwing on her coat as she got out the car, and fumbling around her pockets to find the key.
Heroes often get injured during rescues or attacks. It was something they were all used to, but that didn’t make the nauseating feeling any better whenever they got the news their fellow heroes were in the hospital, whether it be for a broken bone or life threatening organ damage.
Momo has had her fair share of injuries, but she rarely ever ended up severely hurt. Kyoka herself was never on the first line of defense or attack, so it made Momo’s stomach drop when Kyoka’s parents had called to tell her she was in the hospital after a villain attack earlier in the day. She had heard about the attack while on patrol, but it wasn’t near Fat’s agency so they weren’t called in. She continued about her day as normal, finishing her patrol before noon, when the haunting caller I.D. on her phone made her drop everything and go to Kyoka.
If her parents had been called, then that meant Kyoka was unable to call Momo herself.
That meant she had been hurt, badly.
Kyotoku and Mika Jiro weren’t going to be there for a while, the villain attack causing traffic on the other side of town. Momo was the closest to the hospital so they told her to rush on ahead, sounding just as stressed out as she was. She tried to calm her breathing as she entered the hospital lobby. The harsh fluorescent lighting and sterilized smell made her head hurt. It was barely half past noon and her stomach was growling, having not had the time to eat before her day was thrown off the rails. She ignored it and all but ran up to the receptionist’s desk.
“Kyoka Jiro, where is she?” The words came out of her mouth, panicked and jumbled.
One of the receptionists looked up, blinking. “Excuse me?”
Momo tried to school her words into something easier to understand. “My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. I need to see Kyoka Jiro, she’s currently being treated here.” She impatiently drummed the palm of her hand onto the cold stone desktop. Any sense of her usual patience and manners were thrown out the window when it came to Kyoka’s well being.
The receptionist, an older woman with peppered hair, sighed slowly, pushing her glasses up from where they were perched low on her narrow nose. Her tone was deadpan, and her glare was cold.
“And who are you to Miss Jiro?”
“I-” Momo faltered, unsure of what to say. She was her best friend, but anybody could waltz in here and say that. She was a hero, like her, but the woman glaring at her probably already knew that, or at least knew who Momo was based off of her family name.
But she was another thing. She was Kyoka’s girlfriend. And, well, she couldn’t exactly say that. Their relationship was a private thing, something the media had zero clue about, except for a few fans with keen observation skills. The only reason she knew Kyoka was in the hospital was because only her parents were on her emergency contact list. Momo wasn’t, because that list hadn’t been updated since they got together well over a year ago, and even if it was, there would be nowhere to put Momo’s name as they weren’t married.
The less than favorable receptionist noticed her hesitation. She smacked her lips, annoyed.
“If you’re not related to the patient, you’ll have to wait.”
“No, please, I need to see her,” Momo begged. Her brow started to furrow, and she felt her palms start to sweat.
“Do you even know the patient?” She asked with a huff. Her condescending tone finally caused something inside of Momo to snap.
Momo didn’t hold back the scowl that instantly took over her features. “Yes, I do.” She glared back, voice laced with anger. The other two receptionists glanced over.
“Only family is allowed to visit at this time. Are you family-”
“Yes!” Momo shouted. She wanted to rip her hair out and possibly throttle the woman in front of her. She knew it was standard procedure to ask these things, but she truly could not give a shit about procedures right now. She needed to know if Kyoka was okay.
The receptionist raised an eyebrow. She started asking more questions, one’s that Momo couldn’t focus on. Her mouth moved on autopilot, shouting out the answer yes to everything. The only thing she was aware of was the growing feeling of being watched. The lobby was far from empty when she came in, so she knew she was drawing attention to herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to completely care right now.
“A-are you certain?”
“Yes, yes, yes! I am, alright?!” She was at her wits end. She didn’t know what question she had answered, only that it finally got the receptionist to shut up.
Momo must’ve been on the verge of either crying or exploding because the pepper haired woman stared at her, mouth slightly ajar.
Momo let out a shaky sigh. She brought up both of her hands to rub her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. “Listen, I’m sorry, just-”
The other two receptionists gasped. Momo looked up to see them looking at her apologetically and bashfully. The one on the left started to type furiously on her keyboard. She barely glanced up as she spoke, her voice nervous.
“Um, I can help you Ms- Mrs. Yaoyorozu.” Her eyes flicked around the screen wildly.
Momo was too overwhelmed to correct her. She didn’t know why the woman assumed she was married, but that wasn’t where her focus was right now. Instead she gave her a grateful smile, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace.
Momo felt her heart start to calm down, just by a little bit. She played with the hem of her coat sleeve, trying to collect herself before she could damage whatever little dignity she had left any further. She heard loud murmuring behind her, the hair on her nape shivering as she realized she had just caused a scene.
“H-here,” the young receptionist finally said. Momo snapped her gaze toward her, hopeful. “She’s in room one thirty seven, on the fourth floor.” She clicked a few more keys, and a quiet whirring came from the small printer next to her. She tore off the visitor badge, handing it over to Momo.
Momo ripped off the paper backing before sticking it haphazardly above her chest. The pounding in her chest began again. She took a step back, and bowed deeply. The murmurs from behind turned into gasps.
“I apologize for my earlier behavior,” Momo said, her eyes trained onto her shoes. “Thank you very much for assisting me.”
And with that, Momo rushed to the elevators and entered, slamming the button for the fourth floor.
Denki knew something was wrong when Kyoka wasn’t in her office. She had given him a spare key to enter her agency next door when he first moved in, but was quick to regret it when he started bouncing over unannounced throughout the day. Today was one of those days, and he figured he’d surprise his best friend with lunch after she came back from her mission. He hadn’t been called in when the attack broke out as he was helping with a robbery, so they hadn’t seen each other at all since either one clocked in at the start of the day.
That’s why he was so eager to pick up some lunch for the two of them and check up on her once she returned. He was a little surprised to see the office empty, but figured he needed to wait. But after waiting for almost forty five minutes, he started to grow concerned with the radio silence.
Just as his finger was hovering over the call button, his phone dimmed then lit up with Momo’s name. He answered without hesitation. If anyone knew where Kyoka was, it’d be Momo.
She had barely said the word ‘hospital’ when Denki shot up and ran out of the agency. He threw off his hero costume once he was inside his building and hurriedly gathered his things before closing for the day.
Before Momo had hung up, she warned him one of the receptionists might give him a hard time, and if he couldn’t get in to call her so she could come downstairs to get him. It made him wary as he ran through the hospital lobby, almost crashing into the front desk as he came to a stop.
“Kyoka, Kyoka Jiro! Is she okay? What happened? Let me see her!”
He fired off his mouth, adjusting his wrinkled shirt as he did. He was frantic, eyes pleading for an answer. He tried to prepare for the worst, but he couldn’t get a grip on himself as he imagined his friend lying in a hospital cot, weak and clinging to life. The rational part of him told him she was unconscious, not dead, and Momo was already here so Kyoka would be okay with her girlfriend at her side. But he was scared and worried, and it put him in a frenzy.
The lady behind the desk sighed, though it came out as more of a low growl. He instantly knew this was the lady Momo had warned him about. So he whipped his head to the left, looking at one of the other receptionists there. She seemed a few years older than him, her face round and hair black.
He opened his mouth to speak. “I need to see Kyoka Jiro. My name is Denki Kaminari."
She looked at him and nodded politely. “Okay, Mr. Kaminari, I’ll just need to ask you some questions -”
The old hag interrupted her. “Are you family?” She clicked her teeth together, displeased.
Denki frowned. “Hey, she was asking me-”
“If you’re not family, then please sit down and wait,” she interjected once more. They glared at each other, eyes narrowed and fierce. Denki knew Momo told him to call her, but he didn’t want her to leave Kyoka’s side. So he grit his jaw, hoping what he said next wouldn’t get him in too much trouble.
“I’m her brother,” he blurted out. He hoped that even with his quivering lip they’d buy it.
The other receptionist, the one on the right, gawked at him. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish gasping for air. Then, she finally said, “You know what, I can see it.”
Denki’s eyebrows shot up. The mean old hag in the middle turned to her coworker and scoffed. The black haired one on the left only tilted her head, confused.
They all knew he was blatantly lying to their faces, but that didn’t stop the third receptionist from humming away a tune while she clicked her mouse repeatedly. She glanced up at him for a moment, eyeing him up and down, before shrugging in approval.
A few seconds later a sticker badge was in his hands and he was running up the stairs two at a time, not bothering to wait for the elevator.
He reached room one thirty seven and knocked carefully before opening the door. Momo looked up, saw it was him, then jerked her head for him to come inside. He walked in, closing the door behind him before finally getting a look at Kyoka.
She was lying down in a blue gown with a white bandage underneath her bangs, wrapping her head. There were small cuts on her face and neck, and her earphone jack was resting on her shoulder, slack. Her left arm was bandaged heavily, with some dried blood discoloring the wrappings. Denki couldn’t see her legs or torso as she was covered by a blanket, so he assumed her injuries weren’t as severe there.
He crossed the room in two quick strides, bending over to give Momo a hug. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her cheeks were flushed pink from crying. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tightly. He squeezed back just as hard.
He didn’t realize his eyes were swimming with tears until he pulled back and his vision was blurry. He wiped at his eyes, sniffling slightly.
“Here,” Momo croaked, her voice thick and rough. She produced a handkerchief from her palm and gave it to him. He took it and blew his nose loudly. Momo laughed, tiredly, but she laughed.
Denki pulled a chair from the corner of the room to sit next to her. He collapsed into its stiffness.
Momo spoke, giving him the answer before he could ask the question. “She’ll be okay, just needs to stay here for another day or two.”
Denki breathed, relieved to hear that. “Has she woken up yet? What happened?”
Momo held Kyoka’s free hand, tracing patterns over the lines of her palms. “She hasn’t woken up yet, she got hit pretty badly so she has a concussion. Her arm and abdomen got impaled by the villain’s quirk.”
Denki paled. He glanced at Kyoka, horror coloring his face. Momo didn’t notice and continued talking.
“The villain just missed any vital organs. When I got here she had just come out of surgery.”
Denki reached out, softly dropping a trembling hand onto Kyoka’s knee. He needed to feel her, needed to know his best friend was really there, and didn’t just almost die. He mirrored Momo, painting obscure patterns onto his friend.
“Thank fuck,” he finally whispered, voice heavy.
Momo swallowed back a fresh set of tears. “Yeah.”
They sat like that for a few minutes, quietly listening to the sound of the monitors beeping and observing the gentle rise and fall of Kyoka’s chest. Momo cleared her throat, breaking the air.
“So, how’d you get past the front desk?” She asked with a small chuckle.
Denki looked up to face her. He had to process what she just said because he was still in a slight daze. Then he gave her a small smile.
“I told them I was her brother.”
Momo’s jaw dropped. She lightly swatted his arm. “Denki!” She chided. He giggled.
“It’s basically true!” Momo laughed incredulously, shaking her head.
“Okay,” he challenged, “What did you tell them? That lady was such a scrooge.”
“Actually, I don’t know,” Momo admitted, blushing as she looked away. “I kind of kept shouting yes at all their questions until they finally let me through.”
Denki gasped in faux shock. “You? Shouting at innocent everyday workers?” He scrunched up his nose in disapproval.
Momo’s blush turned deeper. She put her face into her hand. “Yes, and I feel really bad and I already apologized but that woman was getting on my nerves and she was frankly being an ass.”
Denki gasped again before breaking out into snickers. He settled down when Momo glared at him, a look that was eerily similar to Kyoka’s own deadly stare. He leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his wild hair. He pulled out his phone to see messages from their friends, asking if Kyoka was alright as the news just broke to them. He smiled, heart filling with warmth knowing 1-A would always be there for each other, even years after they had graduated.
He typed out a reply to their class group chat. He leaned over to tell Momo the others were asking about them when he got a notification.
Denki looked at it, reading it once, reading it twice, blinking, then reading it again. He clicked it before it disappeared.
“Uh, Momo?”
Momo had called Denki shortly after calling back Kyoka’s parents. The traffic had finally cleared so they would be at the hospital soon. Momo then texted her own parents who bombarded her with messages full of concern, but most importantly, support.
She practically grilled the doctor for every last detail when he came in. She’d have to send a huge bouquet of flowers to the hospital to apologize once Kyoka was out. She felt more embarrassed than she was remorseful about her behavior in the lobby.
She was still tracing Kyoka’s palm, her fingers leaving a feathery touch onto the calloused and cut skin, when Denki spoke up from next to her, voice pitched up uncomfortably.
“Uh, Momo?”
She briefly paused to look at him. He was breaking out into a sweat, his lips twitching in a nervous smile.
“What, uh, what did you tell the front desk when they asked what your relationship with Kyoka is?”
Momo’s heart jumped up her throat then fell out her ass. Denki stared at her, gripping his phone.
“I don’t know, I just said yes to everything,” she whispered. The realization hit her like a bucket of ice cold water.
The receptionist called me…
“Oh, oh no.” She covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, oh yes,” Denki squawked. He held out the phone, showing her his social media feed. Her eyes read the caption of the post, carefully dissecting every character, hoping to find a typo, hoping to find the wrong kanji, hoping for literally anything that would show Denki was tricking her and the dread in her stomach wasn’t real. But no, it was written perfectly.
@herogossipcentral reposted @dragginballz
PRO HEROES CREATI AND EARPHONE JACK ARE MARRIED???
Less than an hour ago a clip posted by @dragginballz started blowing up, rapidly catching the attention of hero fans and normal gossipers alike. The video shows the beloved #19 Pro Hero Creati @officialcreati, aka Momo Yaoyorozu, trying to visit Earphone Jack @earjackhero, aka musician Kyoka Jiro, in the Takashi Memorial Hospital after a villian attack earlier this morning left the former injured and badly wounded. The full length clip (see below) shows Creati uncharacteristically getting worked up when the hospital staff won’t let her see Earphone Jack, until she suddenly shouts they’ve tied the knot! We’re working to confirm this news, but if it’s true, we have a lot of questions!!
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@herogossipcentral reposted @dragginballz
-@dragginballz-
holy shit I’m at Takashi Memorial right now and fucking creati just came in really worried for earphone jack and the bitch at the front desk was giving her a hard time until she asked if they’re married and creati said yes????
Then the video played, and Momo heard it as clear as a blue sky.
“Are you Miss Jiro’s spouse?” The prickly receptionist from earlier was almost smirking as she asked this, as if she knew this was impossible, and simply not true.
“Yes!” Momo shouted, grabbing her bangs. She looked desperate, sick with worry and frustration. The person recording the video let out a strangled gasp, as did the rest of those in the lobby.
“A-are you certain?” The receptionist looked caught off guard, her eyes going wide underneath her glasses. Her coworkers looked just as shocked.
“Yes, yes, yes! I am, alright?!”
The video cut off, and Momo could only sit in the uncomfortable silence that followed. She felt her phone buzzing rapidly in her pocket, no doubt from every single person on her contact list asking about the video the popular hero gossip account just reposted.
She groaned, loudly and painfully. Momo brought both hands over her eyes as she continued to groan in agony.
“Fuckkkk,” she drawed out. Denki winced, knowing Momo only cursed harshly when the situation had her beyond stumped.
The door suddenly swung open and a rush of blond and purple hair ran over to their daughter’s side.
“Oh, Kyoka!” Mika Jiro cooed, tears streaming once she saw her daughter.
Her husband held her tightly, rubbing her back as his own tears fell down his face. When Momo finally registered they were here, she darted forward in her chair.
“You made it!”
They nodded, Mika untangling herself from her husband as she dabbed her eyes. Denki moved to get up, but Kyotoku held out a hand to stop him.
“Stay, please.”
“Are you sure? I can leave, it’s not a problem.”
Kyotoku let out a wet laugh. “It’d be wrong to kick out our son.”
Denki blinked before he flushed red. Momo fell back into her chair, groaning again.
“S-sorry, I just wanted to make sure she was okay and the lady was being a real jerk about it and I…” Denki trailed off, voice growing weaker as he cowered in front of his best friend’s parents.
“I told them you got the hair from me,” Kyotoku replied, pointing a finger at his own blond hair. Momo cracked an eye open to see Denki holding his head in his hands, his ears pink and burning.
Mika shifted her gaze onto Momo.
“Your marriage must’ve been recent because I would’ve most definitely heard about it non stop from Kyoka,” she teased. Momo flushed scarlet, her face hot under the bright hospital lighting and her girlfriend’s parents teasing.
“Who the hell did you marry?”
A craggy voice spoke quietly in front of them.
“Kyoka!” Everyone in the room gasped in surprise and relief. Momo’s eyes became watery again as she looked at her girlfriend, slowly opening her eyes as she lulled back into consciousness.
She grunted, trying to push herself up with her uninjured arm. Immediately Momo had her hands on her shoulders, helping her to sit up slightly. Kyotoku slid a pillow behind her so she could lean back. Kyoka winced in pain once she was halfway up, her side burning and swollen.
“I got you,” Momo whispered, pausing to let Kyoka catch her breath before she finished scooting up.
Her eyes fluttered open fully at the sound of Momo’s voice. She gazed at her fondly. “Momo,” she said softly.
Momo smiled, moving a hand to cup her girlfriend’s cheek. She rubbed her thumb smoothly over the small cuts and scrapes. “Hey, Kyoka,” she replied, her voice equally as soft and loving. Kyoka leaned into her hand, closing her eyes for a moment. She then carefully turned her head to press a chapped kiss to Momo’s palm.
The sound of the bed creaking made her turn her head again. She smiled warmly when she saw her parents. “Mom, dad.” Her eyes flickered toward Denki. “And you.”
He pouted. “What do you mean ‘and you’?” He mocked her voice, holding up air quotes when he spoke. Momo giggled, standing up from where she leaned over Kyoka. She kept her hand on her cheek though, her long fingers scratching the dip behind her earlobe.
“You should be nicer to your brother,” Mika said with a huff of relief, extending an earphone jack to coil around Kyoka’s singular one. Kyoka met her halfway, their jacks tangling together like a vine.
“Brother?” She asked, clearly puzzled.
There was a knock on the door. The doctor came in with a nurse, surprised to see so many people in the small room. Kyotoku squeezed his daughter’s hand. “We’ll tell you later.” He snorted when Kyoka only looked even more bewildered.
The doctor checked her over and the nurse changed her gauze and wrappings. Kyoka’s parents turned green when they saw the wound near her stomach. It wasn’t pretty, but it was much better than Momo had seen on others. Denki led them out of the room once it looked like they were going to faint, and he promised Momo he’d get her something to eat after she told him she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. The doctor gave Kyoka the all clear to be discharged tomorrow, and left the two of them to be.
As soon as the door shut, Kyoka said, “Please tell me Denki isn’t actually my brother.”
Momo stifled another groan and told her what had happened. She had to look away from her when she told her the part about her proclaiming herself as her wife and how the media now knows there’s something more to their relationship and is going to be all over them.
Momo was stewing in embarrassment by the time she finished recounting today’s events. She didn’t want to look at Kyoka, out of fear she had crossed a line. And out of fear she was going to be angry that her reckless mouth had outed their relationship to the public.
A thin finger pulled her out of her thoughts when it lifted her chin up.
“Marry me.”
Momo thought she had misheard. But apparently not.
“Momo, marry me,” Kyoka repeated when her girlfriend made no move to respond. Her face was serious, but underneath Momo could see the jitters that swarmed through her veins. Momo inched closer, panicking.
“Kyoka, we don’t have to get married just to keep our reputations intact,” she insisted. Her pulse started to quicken, head spinning. She wanted to think her girlfriend’s concussion was still affecting her, or the morphine was running wild in her system.
Kyoka kept her gaze steady, though. “That’s not why I’m asking,” she rasped. She moved her finger from Momo’s chin to trace all the edges of her face. “I love you, Momo. I’ve loved you since I met you, and I’ll keep loving you even after I die. I can’t imagine living a life without you by my side, always together. I want to be yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”
Momo couldn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say. Her heart was definitely going to explode. Kyoka briefly averted her gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about asking you for a while, actually,” she mumbled.
And there it goes. Whatever doubt Momo had that Kyoka was still concussed was gone. The telltale sign was the waver in her voice, the light flush on her cheeks, the nervous twitching of her earphone jack. Momo felt the world spin and stop all at once. She felt her heart soar and cease simultaneously. They had never discussed marriage, a topic that didn’t feel the need to be addressed. Because they both knew in the back of their heads, they’d always be together.
So, Momo smiled, grinning freely as she grabbed Kyoka’s hand from where it was tracing her nose to hold it close to her mouth.
“Okay, I’ll marry you.”
There was no way she could ever say no to Kyoka. Their souls had meshed together too far that it’d be impossible to remove them from each other. They were part of each other, in a way that neither of them could ever replicate with someone else. Loving Kyoka was as natural as breathing to Momo.
Kyoka grinned, the lopsided, eye squinting one that only came out around Momo. Her heart monitor started to beep faster.
“Kiss me,” she laughed. Momo easily obliged, leaning over to pour as much love as she could into her with her lips.
Kyoka’s lips were rough and dry against Momo’s. Neither of them cared, and they only deepened the kiss. Momo’s tongue trailed around Kyoka’s, their breathing becoming heavier and their kisses more sloppy and desperate. At one point Kyoka had undone Momo’s ponytail, and she balled up her hair in her fist, moaning into Momo’s mouth. Momo gasped quietly, reveling in the sound.
Kyoka moved to lean up when suddenly she pulled away harshly.
“Shit,” she hissed. Momo remembered where they were, and pushed Kyoka down so she wouldn’t be straining herself.
“Are you okay?” She asked, hand hovering over Kyoka’s stomach where her stitches were no doubt irritated by all of their movement. Kyoka nodded after a moment, mouth set in a thin line.
“Yeah, just got carried away.” She smirked when Momo started to blush.
Momo placed another kiss onto her lips, this one much slower and calmer compared to their heated ones from moments before. “Sorry,” she breathed, the wisps of her breath barely escaping the space between them. Kyoka pecked her lips back, forgiving Momo.
Deciding they needed to stop before they went any further, Momo pulled away and sat back down in her chair. Kyoka whined, extending her earphone jack to gently tug at Momo to hover over her again. Momo took the jack and kissed it, loving the way Kyoka shivered at the sensitive touch.
She let the jack go, mindful of not overwhelming Kyoka while she was still hurt. Kyoka couldn’t reach over, so she used the jack to play with Momo’s hair, brushing it out of her face and carding through it.
“So,” she said after a while, “what’ll we do about the press?”
Momo hummed contemplatively, reaching out to lace her fingers with Kyoka’s.
“Well, we’ll have to clear up the misunderstanding, because we aren’t married.”
Kyoka met her gaze and grinned. “Yet.”
“Yet,” Momo echoed, her grin matching her fiancées.
@herogossipcentral posted just now
PRO HEROES CREATI AND EARPHONE JACK ADDRESS MARRIAGE RUMORS!!
Earlier today, Pro Hero Earphone Jack @earjackhero, aka Kyoka Jiro, was discharged from the hospital after suffering injuries following a villain attack a day prior. Reporters surrounded her and Creati @officialcreati, aka Momo Yaoyorozu, as they came out of the hospital holding hands. The two heroes addressed the video clip that went viral yesterday, showing Creati confirming a supposed marriage between her and EJ.
‘I’d like to apologize for my behavior yesterday, it was unbecoming of myself to act out like that,’ Creati started, bowing her head. She continued, saying,
‘As for the rumors between Earphone Jack and I, we are not married at this time.’
You heard that right!! ‘At this time’!! Earphone Jack quickly follows up, clarifying as the reporters started to ask more questions.
‘Creati and I are engaged, however, and in a very happy relationship. I couldn’t ask for anyone better than her to be by my side.’
IT’S CONFIRMED, #creatijack IS REAL!!! They quickly left after that and are yet to make any more comments, but all we know for sure is that these ladies are making it official! Congrats to them!
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@pinky_hero reposted @herogossipcentral
WHAT THE FUCK GUYS WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME
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@uravityofficial replied to @pinky_hero
YOU OWE ME SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY!!!
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@officialcreati replied to @uravityofficial
First of all, why are you posting about this online? Secondly, why and how long have you been betting on my relationship with Kyoka?
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@uravityofficial replied to @officialcreati
My manager said not to answer either of those questions. Actually, she said to stop posting.
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@charge_bolt reposted @herogossipcentral
@earjackhero CAN I BE YOUR BEST MAN AT THE WEDDING??
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@earjackhero replied to @charge_bolt
absolutely not.
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@charge_bolt replied to @earjackhero
BUT I’M YOUR BROTHER
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@realredriot replied to @charge_bolt
Um, what?