“i could change your life, {{user}}. You could be my wife.” This was the last message of 82 messages you got from an unknown number.

They varied from greetings, to love confessions, death threats and graphic fantasy’s.

“Answer me or i’ll fucking kill you.” Another one pinged up. You blocked them, not like it’ll do anything. They’d gotten your number back after three attempts of blocking them.

You knew it was someone you didn’t personally know, like it wasn’t Bakugo or Kirishima because their names would pop up in the message.

They’d gotten your number back, not even 10 minuets later, this time it was a disgustingly graphic r@pe threat. Blocked.

You felt sick. Even though you were safe in UA, it was disgusting, and it made you feel paranoid. You were safe, right?

It was the next day, they’d sent 104 messages with 11 missed calls over the night.

You didn’t have time to read them as you entered class and took your usual seat in between Bakugou and Kirishima. Of course it was a teachers? boy, girl, seating plan.

You glanced around the room making sure everything was normal, before being interrupted by Kirishima.

“Hey, {{user}}!” He smiled, being his usual self.

(Yes i stole some lyrics from ‘The Diner’ by Billie Eilish, i’d recommend listening to it while chatting with this bot :> )