kodzu

the halls of the JCC were never quiet. the comforting echoes of students bickering loudly , sounds of squeaking sneakers and the occasional sharp clicks of heels were all blurred into some sort of white noise- a regular motif orchestrated by many scholarly campuses alike- except this one. the perfectly normal motif was often cut short by the explosive fires of ammunition throughout the school. it became symbolic, a reminder of where you were- the JCC. a prestigious school that trained and bred hit-men.

you pride yourself in your work ethic. finding a purpose and value in something else rather then the commission you'd receive after a hit- or a general praise in your ability. it became something you craved. but, it could've been very well because attention and love was all you lacked. you found solace in every paper with a high score, these were the things that always helped you sleep comfortably at night.

though you knew, better than anyone how unfair life could be; you clung on to the desperate illusion of meritocracy the JCC preached dear. it's your hard work, your strive, that will get you a spot at the top. is what they'd always tell you. so why now, all of a sudden, did your spot in the top 10 for your pre calculus class drop down to 11?

...

"watch out!" a bystander rasped- you gasp shortly before dodging a counter from your partner. "what's up with you today? your totally zoned out." miko remarked before swinging another fist at your jugular.

"its nothing." you retort , using your arm to cushion the impact of her fist- fingers snaking and her wrist, you turning on the ball of your feet- and at the aid of your other hand- you slam her body forward onto the cushioned mat in front of you.

"yowch!" miko yelped dramatically. "go easy on me kay? I'm old." "your only 24." you deadpan before helping her up from the mat. miko was your mentor, your best friend and an older sister to you. she's been with you at every step of the way, from the entrance exam till your third year.

miko scoffed "still 5 years older than you. my tailbone's fragile ya'know." she huffs- you snort, "got it. still, you can't really blame me for pulling that on you. could've killed me with that move." you point at the side of your neck, a vulnerable spot that was commonly preyed on by killers alike. she scoffs "well you could've paralyzed me so where's your empathy huh?" shrugging you retort- "hey at least you know i can catch a bullet before you do." she laughs dryly.

a comfortable silence engulfs the training room before miko opens her mouth again. "I saw the score board." you exhale sharply through your nose- instantly deflating like a balloon. "don't let those numbers get to you. school's stupid anyway- just focus on getting your license that's enough." you bring your right hand to rub your temple as the after effects of studying for your exams kicks in- clenching your eyes closed in hopes to find relief from the suddenly blaring florescent lighting.

"i know. i know that it's just- i finally feel have some sort of control over my life- and i cant help but feel like its beginning to slip." miko hums as she saunters over to her blue duffle; throwing a towel and water bottle at your direction. "whatever you say- well more like whatever you do, just don't do something stupid."

you open your mouth to retort but quickly close it only to realize that your ideas would only prove her right. the imagery of late nights and burning the mid night oil accompanied by cramming big complicated numbers into even more complex formulas and calculators didn't seem to help the argument. miko catches on , eyes attentive and eyebrows raised, she takes a swig out of her water bottle; waiting for an answer.

sighing you swipe the clean towel over your forehead, resting it over your shoulders before cracking open the water bottle to take a sip of your own. "yea. i won't"

...

"are you sure your alright? your progress for this chapter seems to be pulling your overall score down." you stared blankly at the paper in front of you. a figure that could only haunt your first year self seemed to come back to reap its harvest- 34%.

lifting your gaze to your professor you manage to crack a smile, whether it was your anxiety or the nausea that threatened to spill from your stomach- the smile helped keep your composure. "sir with all due respect- i really don't know what I'm doing wrong to be failing this class." and for a moment- you were honest. not a picture perfect student who paid attention in class, took notes, and got straight A's. you were struggling, and for once you swallowed your pride and submitted to the undeniable struggle. your professor hums, almost sounding amused.

"I never thought you out of all people would've run into issues in my class." you decide to humor him, chuckling at remark- awkwardly at best- sarcastic at worst.

he exhales contently before reaching over to pull another test paper from the stack of others. "well truthfully, its not your progress that's been the problem. its the grade threshold that's been changing." you cock an eyebrow- signifying him to continue. "a new addition has been added to this class" he admits before slipping a test paper to your direction. your eyes immediately land on the score- 91%. you almost scoff, but not out of disbelief more out of spite.

"same test, same questions, same printer- yet this candidates score seems to triple your score." you stayed silent. afraid of what you might say, clenching your jaw while staring at the paper as if it has personally offended you. "so you're saying this person single handedly tripled the threshold levels?" you manage to say. "correct. don't get me wrong your by no means dumb. this student in particular just happens to be one in a million when it comes to logarithms and exponents." you chuckle- actually? is this guy for real? you scoff to yourself. before tossing the paper back onto the desk in front of you.

your eyes wander across the paper tracing the delicate ink that showed the candidates name and number- candidate : 10294 nagumo yoichi.

you say your final remarks to your professor before leaving the classroom- hoisting your backpack over your shoulders. navigating your usual route around the JCC- you take a selected combination of lefts and rights to land yourself in the warm lighting of the quiet library. an odd sight that juxtaposed most of the JCC's iconic florescent glow. the comforting biblichor of the library never failed to cure your raging anxiety- exhaling softly through your nose you settle over at the familiar corner of the library; pulling out comically large text books and papers from your bag before popping one air pod in your ear.

quietly humming to yourself you prepare yourself to begin the grind- that was until you felt a small tap on your shoulder. glancing over you meet a pair of curious obsidian eyes, he gestures, pointing at his right ear before mouthing "can i have the other side?" in his attempts to be quiet. you raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his intentions you mouth back "why?" he smiles sheepishly before showing his own pair of air pods- they were dead. you looked at the case before looking back up to meet his gaze again, sighing you reluctantly nodded, passing him the other side.

he flashes you a grin before pulling the chair next to you- placing his own resources from his bag onto the wooden table. you choose ignore his presence, instead focusing on the monstrosity of a question in front of you. scribbling the numbers and variables on to the paper, you spiral and stare at your calculator, the figures on the paper began feeling more foreign by each new line. tugging at the root of your hair, you sigh softly before your attention is drawn to the stick note that slides its way from the direction of the boba eyed boy beside you.

you have shit music taste :p glaring at the note you cock your head to the sender- giving him an unimpressed stare. he chuckles softly, resting his head on his right hand while his body and shoulders faced parallel to your figure- lazily grinning at your reaction.

snatching the pen across the table you write right below the remark, 'then give my air pod back. and stop annoying me i don't need another problem to solve.' his eyes followed your movements intently.

placing the pen down, you shove the note into his direction. his inked slender fingers gingerly held the note- and you notice his grin widens. unexpectedly he leans over, close enough for you to feel the body heat radiating against you. he stares quietly at the textbook, expression shifting to a less playful one before quickly returning to his signature grin. his breath now fanning your cheek he whispers lowly in your ear- "seems like your still stuck here." your face flushes.

embarrassed you scoff out a reply, "so what if i am. can you solve this?" jerking away to create space between you and the boy. however it seems to backfire as it gave you a clearer view of his painfully handsome features. his round eyes bore at your expression, his hair was long and overgrown, most of it messily tied into a low ponytail while the strays framed his angular face. his lips still curled, retaining the same cheeky smirk- "you're staring." "I'm not" you quickly retort.

he laughs- "sure. but yes i can solve it." you huff. before mumbling to yourself again "great, just how many more geniuses do i need to beat?" he catches on- "oh don't worry I'm no genius" he raises his hands dramatically in surrender.

"i just enjoy the concept of math." you roll your eyes "yea and I'd enjoy if my class threshold goes back to normal." he hums, "someone's messing with the thresholds?" you sigh in frustration- "beats me, i just hope this nagumo yoichi guy or- whatever his name is- drops out of my class or something." he pauses before awkwardly chuckling, "why are you so set on excelling- its just one grade."

"you wouldn't get it."

"oh? try me."

you turn to face him, but before you could respond, the curt noise of someone clearing their throat cuts you off.

both your heads cock to the person, and were met with an annoyed gaze. "its either you guys stop chatting or leave. this is the library."

...

"it was your fault." the boy quips, scoffing, you retaliate- "you talked to me first." he huffs puffing his cheeks out as the both of you saunter out of the library. "sooo you gonna let me help you with that question? or you gonna keep tugging that hair till you bald?"

he coos sarcastically. you glare at him annoyingly, mentally taking note of his slender stature you failed to notice while he was sitting down. "same time, same spot tomorrow. don't be late." his grin widens- "deal."

...

the next evening, you two sat closely in the shared corner of the library, hunched over the problem you were stuck on. his pencil glided over the silky paper- graphite tracing dark lines and shapes into the paper. they represented the familiar functions and complicated formulas which you had struggled solving. within a couple of minutes he finishes the question- ending his workings with two angular lines below the final answer.

admittedly, you weren't really paying attention to how he was solving the problem. instead you were too focused on the way his features softened into something a little more serious while he did the math. his brows knit softly together, lips pursing ever so slightly- you began to curse under your breath because of how pretty this man looked under the warm light.

"do you get it now?" he leans over to whisper in your ear. you redirect your gaze to the paper before humming "i get this part." pointing at the beginning of the problem, delicately tracing the writing before stopping at a later part. " but how'd you get this figure?" you query. lifting your gaze to make eye contact with the man next to you.

meanwhile, he drops his to the paper, analyzing the part you had trouble in. lifting the pencil again, he explains the reasoning behind the working while drawing simpler examples to break the concept down for you. attentive, you make a note to realize this random guy- whom you don't even know the name of- is really good at teaching this shit.

as he finishes you let out a small chuckle, soft enough not to track attention from the librarian again. the man next to you raises his brow ,expression unreadable. "what's so funny?" he pouts. "it's nothing. you're just really good at this tutoring shit. you must have had loads of experience huh." you quip. he huffs in response "I don't tutor people" "aww so am i an exception?" you tease, pouting your lips, and batting your eyelashes dramatically at him. he laughs- "maybe, or maybe i just feel bad for you." both of you giggle softly over the witty exchange before a comforting silence preserves the odd tension between the two of you.

...

you continue repeating this routine- waking up, going to class then immediately cooping yourself in the library with the mysterious boy you met two weeks ago.

oddly enough, you never recall seeing him roam free outside of the library- let alone any class. you and him never exchanged any sort of socials, hell you didn't even know his name. it made you wonder, how did you not know his name? and for the first time, it became a problem you were more eager to solve over the ones in your text books.

...

"something on your mind?" the round eyed boy questions, poking your arm with his index- just within a short time he has grown awfully affectionate- "nope." you respond coolly, making sure to stress the necessary syllables. he pouts, "you're a terrible liar." you hum in acknowledgment. allowing the silence to grow space between the childish exchange.

mind still pondering on the true identity of the anonymous boy beside you. "hey" "hmm?" you hesitate asking for a minute, but eventually your curiosity boils over "i still don't know your name." he turns his head to look at you- his signature grin missing. uncharacteristically, he was quiet. you and him hold eye contact for awhile, confused your face contorts into an awkward expression- anticipating his answer. "nagumo."

"....what?"

...

storming your way into your dorm, you fumble loosely with the keys before jamming them harshly into the lock. bursting into your room- miko shrieks in shock, her whole body flinching at your arrival. "jesus, what's got you all worked up?" she exhales dramatically. "my hot tutor is the guy i've been trying to one up for the past week." miko whistles "sheesh, are you describing a romcom or your life?" you groan- "not funny."

miko hums playing with the corner of her pillow, "so what now, you just gonna ghost him? beat him up? threaten him to lower his grades just so you can pass?" you sigh bringing your hands to rub your face "forget it, i'll just have to find a way to beat his score conventionally." miko smirks "without him tutoring you though?" she asks, uncertainty and disbelief in her tone.

"i thought you said your grades were getting visibly better after he started tutoring you?" groaning you toss yourself onto your bed, face planting into your pillow. "yea.. but if that means i have to face him knowing i was openly trashing him the whole week, no thanks."

miko laughs, "you've acted like you've not said worse about everyone else on campus." "yeah but i don't give a fuck about them." you snort. mikos smile widens "oh? and since when did you begin to give a fuck in the first place? don't tell me you're developing a crush on nagumo?" she suggests, wiggling her brow. "hah, a crush? no way. a little curious? maybe." you argue back. your voice a little smaller at the end of the statement.

miko rolls her eyes- "curious about what he's got in his pants? or what?" "WHAT?! NO!" you shriek, "yeah yeah just don't get pregnant kay?"

"MIKO??"

...

"alright! pay attention, you have exactly 3 more quizzes and one more month until you have to sit for the final chapter exam. all these quizzes will be graded out of 25% and your final will be out of 25% as well." your eyes bore into the big screen, in your safe corner of the huge lecture hall, you gaze begins to shift. for the first time in 3 years, you began to scan the unassuming faces in the hall, only for it to land on a particularly familiar one.

nagumo had his hair down. a sight you rarely saw since he often stole the rubber band on your wrist during your daily sessions- hastily ridding the long locks obstructing his vision. in a familiar manner, he had his cheek rested lazily on the palm of his hand, and from your view, you had direct sight of the ever slight stubborn fat of his cheeks. his giant saucers, sagged tiredly; his glance boring at his free hand, fidgeting with his pencil.

you stared shamelessly, and nagumo always knew when you had your eyes on him.

his gaze lifts lazily to meet yours; his signature smirk began to curl playfully on his lips. you blink at him, unimpressed. both of you began to stare each other down, an indescribable tension began to grow between the two of you before your professors voice pulls both of your attention, "now, all of you show great promise. i have no doubt most of you can excel even with the new additions in this class." he remarks eyeing you before glancing over to nagumos vicinity.

following your professors eyes, you find that nagumo's grin widens, his eyes crinkling kindly at the professor- almost as if he was thanking him. nagumo drops the facade, his face resting into something more genuine before gaining eye contact with you again. "good luck" he mouthed in your direction, a sly smirk on his lips.

the taunt gnawed at your pride, this became more then petty rivalry- it was war.

...

less than a week has passed , and yet it had seemed you reverted back to your old ways. avoiding the library, you opted for the confines of your room- spending your time writing lines after lines of mathematical problems you gaslit yourself to understanding. only ever leaving for class, or to train and spar with miko. nights always consistent of a cold can of your favorite energy drink- and a nice date with your textbooks. unfortunately due to this new routine, your stock depleted rather quickly. yet, you took this as an opportunity to leave the confines of the sterile campus.

sighing, you gather the empty cans into a large plastic bag before shoving all the paper filled with your failed attempts along with it. tying the the plastic bag closed- you haphazardly slip on a random pair of shoes before grabbing a large hoodie closest to you.

tip toeing out of the JCC campus, you pull your phone out to check the time- 1:24. as you continue the route that would eventually lead you to the convenience store, the peaceful night was disrupted by a loud voice "WHAT? NO WAY GIVE IT BACK!". you look up from your phone- just outside the convenience you see a girl around your age, her hair was a flurry of bright cyan, poorly tamed into blunt curls. next to her a man who had his hair tied neatly into a bun, the white strays lightly tickling his brow.

he was holding a cigarette- well more like protecting the cigarette- from the whining girl, a scowl apparent on his face. you brush them off, sauntering your way into the store and making a beeline for the drinks section. with a small cart in hand you toss a few cans into the basket, ensuring none of them were defected. suddenly, a box of chocolate pocky appears in your cart, unsure if you unknowingly placed one in, you lift it up to inspect the confectionary. "oh wow are you actually gonna buy that for me? what an angel!" your ears perk at the familiar voice- craning your neck to face the owner; a deep annoyance becomes apparent in your features. a stark contrast to his rather joyful one. "miss me?" you scoff tossing the box of pocky at his face which he (unfortunately) catches in a swift motion, smile still coy on his lips. "you wish. why are you stalking me." "yowch, is it wrong for a tutor to check on their students progress?" you roll your eyes, exhaling sharply, "you were never my tutor and i was never your student."

he hums "i feel like you would've said other wise just a week ago." you stay quiet, you won't deny that indeed, you felt he benefited you greatly in your struggle- but the bitter betrayal you felt was much stronger then the grades he brought to the table. it made you wonder why it he bothered you so much. why couldn't he just have told me?

"..why couldn't you just tell me from the start?" you dropped your gaze; too ashamed to make eye contact with him. nagumo stayed quiet, uncharacteristically so, it made you nervous, anticipating his reply. "i liked hanging out with you."

you shift your glance eyes meeting his. "i was worried, if i told you that day you'd stop hanging out with me." he chuckled, but not in his usual song tune. his glance dropping to his feet, "it's stupid, i know-"

"I like hanging out with you too." you confess rather bluntly- though internally, you were panicking. his eyes shoots up to meet your expression. ".. and I'm sorry i said all that crap about you."

his round eyes widened, eye lashes batting rapidly- almost as if he was checking if he was hallucinating.

"you're not mad?" he asks meekly. you don't know if his reaction scared or humoured you- an awkward chuckle erupts from your throat, "surprisingly, i'm not so mad it was you."

his lip twitched, curling back into his familiar grin. "thank god." he sighed dramatically- "does that mean we're.... cool ?" he quips, mirth tipping over in his tone. you hum, "only if it means you'll share your snacks- and that we finally get to see who's better at close combat."

nagumo laughs, his grin widening "deal."

...

"ah... fuck..!" your eyes rolled to the back of your skull- face flushed with drool dripping shamelessly down your chin. eyes shutting tight, trying to find relief from the addictive pleasure.

"nuh uh... eyes up here pretty.." nagumo croons lowly, his eyes dark with lust. his hand snakes around your jaw, yanking it harshly to meet his dazed stare.

his grin lazy, though faltering ever so slightly every time you squeezed around him. the room was filled with lewd sounds- the squelching of your heat fluttering around nagumo's hard length followed with your gasps and whines, bounced off the walls and fell entertainingly onto nagumo's ears.

he had you in such a degrading position, bent over a desk your skirt- which you purposely choose due to its risqué length- crumpled and wrapped securely within his balled fist, your whole ass on display.

his pace was merciless, his hips bruising the plush of your ass, fat tip drilling brutally all the way into your cervix. "aww... what happened to all that talk huh? you were soo fuckin' chatty just awhile ago hm..?" he spits, voice dripping in thick honey. "fuck.. ah.. you nagumo... shit!" the palm of his free hand met the round of your ass, "we went through this no? i told you to call me yoichi." he tuts, tongue clicking in disapproval. hand now sadistically stroking the reddening print on the fat mound. you let out a whimper, rather pathetic on your end but with the way his large hand kept wandering- made it difficult for you to care.

his palm slipped through your shirt, groping one if your tits. his index and thumb skillfully pinched and pawed feverishly at your flesh- cold fingers caressing your buds made your head toss back in pleasure. he took notice, his grip releasing from your skirt, finding purchase in the locks of your hair. "comon.. you can do it. your such a smart girl hm?"

your face flushes at the endearment- yet your attention was averted by his hand dipping dangerously between your thighs. his finger dips into your folds, drawing circular motions on your clit- instantly your pleasure boils over. "ah! fuck y-yoichi, please don't stop..." you babble uncontrollably.

he hums in amusement "fuck... such a good girl f'me." his hips snapped against yours at an impossibly fast pace- his own groans began to grow apparent- torso pressing against your back. his hands snake downwards, palm pressing on your stomach- he chuckles darkly. "shit, i can feel myself through here.."

you moan in response. nagumo's hands groped at the side of your hips- growing impatient he chases his high, borderline lifting your lower body off the floor, treating you like some fuck-doll. your throat gives out by the action. mouth molded into an o shape with no viable sounds escaping its confines. you feel the heat pooling in your abdomen grow tighter and with every brutal snap! your high draws abundantly near.

"ngh... y-yoichi please...!" you whine, "hm? please what pretty girl.. use your words." nagumo drawls. "c- fuck! p-please cum i-inside.." you pathetically confess.

nagumos hips stuttering at the sudden request his eyes widening before softening into something more gentle. "are you sure?" he asks uncertainly. groaning his pace grew irregular, taking almost everything in him not to stuff your pretty cunt in that moment.

"m-mhm! wanna feel s'full m.. please?" you ask sweetly , eyes brimming with tears of pleasure, cheeks flushed and hair array- how could he ever say no?

nagumo's arms curled securely around your waist- hugging the small of your back. his hips snapped to meet your sopping cunt at a feverish pace, your moans kept spilling with each thrust.

burying his nose into your neck, he kissed and sucked small marks, groaning in between each one. feeling his balls tighten uncomfortably, he let out a loud moan, his tone reaching another octave- which would have been embarrassing but with the way you look under him, and the way you were moaning on his dick- he really couldn't care less.

the knot in your stomach snapped at the sound of his moan- your head blown back you let out a high pitched scream. the pleasure dying at the back of your throat. nagumo's pace stayed brutal on the attempts to chase his own high.

fat tears began running down your face due to the sheer overstimulation. your arms and head gave out- your cheek and drool now met with the cold wooden table in nagumo's dorm.

"fuck.. m gn'a cum..." he confessed through girt teeth. he flips you around, hands around your hips as he drills his cock deeper into your drooling cunt. his lips crashing onto yours as he drinks your moans in. groaning into your mouth before you feel his hot cum stuff your sopping heat.

riding his high, his mouth never left yours. his tongue swiping your bottom lip before parting. his pace now slowed and staggered. slowly, he pulls out. both your pants filled the room- soft warm light casting a glow on your soft skin.

he looks so ethereal like this. his dark locks slick with sweat sticking loosely on his forehead, eye brows pinched together, and his round eyes scanning your body for any damage he might have caused.

"are you okay?" he asks between pants. looking you up from the curve of your waist to the marks on your neck- he scans your expression for any discomfort- although cursing himself mentally for finding your roughed up appearance rather attractive.

"yeah, im okay.." he sighs in relief. reaching over to grab tissues before getting on his knees to clean the mess between your thighs. "ah.. it's really quite a mess though.. do you want to shower?" he asks sheepishly lifting his head to meet yours. embarrassed, you just nod. a grin stretches widely across his face "yay!"

he stood up abruptly, arms suddenly swiping you off your feet carrying you into his shower bridal style. you squeak, slapping his shoulder "hey! atleast give me a warning." chuckling he lets you go, reaching for the faucet to turn on the water.

you hum, observing the various gels and soaps in his bathroom as the hot water began running down your sticky figure. sighing in relief nagumos arms snakes around your stomach - head resting on your shoulder. you reach your hand up to scratch his scalp, until you felt something poking your ass.

"yoichi..?"

"mmhh?"

"you're hard again."

".... ehe..."

...

after a very long and gruelling shower- nagumo begins rummaging through his drawers for clothes you could wear- now clad in a pair of his boxers and hoodie, you laid comfortably in the corner of his twin-sized bed. lazily tapping on your phone checking your dms. you fail to notice the bed shifting under his weight. wiggling onto you, he wrapped his arms around your stomach pulling it down to meet his face.

you groan in annoyance- he takes it as a sign of affection. stuffing his face into the soft fabric of his your hoodie. sighing you tangle your fingers into his damp locks, massaging his skull. nagumo hums appreciatively, the vibrations warming your abdomen.

"y'know i think were past all that tutor-student stuff." nagumo hums, "ish thart souw." he muffles into your stomach. "yeah." lifting his head he looks at your expression. he had never seen you so gentle and genuine, right now you weren't just a girl he met at the library. you were someone he wanted to compete with for the rest of his life.

deep down nagumo knew you were always smarter than him. beautiful, hardworking and dangerous. he was just lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth. spending time with you, seeing you so passionate brought out a side of him he didn't know he was missing- because under all the teasing and the playful remarks- nagumo yoichi was drowning in love with you.

his eyes spoke all that you wanted to know. reassured you sigh contently. embracing his figure before allowing slumber to inch closer to both of you.

once again you sigh; pulling another stool from your right before slouching over the counter, grabbing the small glass and shucking it down like a fat oyster.

you cringe as the saccharine concoction drags an obnoxious burn down the back of your throat. "here, on the house." the bartender winks before placing another shot in front you and your friend. great. you thought- this was going to be a long night.

...

"I hic know right!" your friend exclaims dramatically. your mind spins consumed with haze and the vague recollections of the night so far. mind buzzing with alcohol and some mystery joint the guy next to you let you hit- far before you and your friend stumbled out of the club, slumping onto a closed shop lot- vaguely lit by a vending machine near by.

unfortunately for you- your friend was the yap-drunk type. you on the other hand- was as quiet as a mouse and on the verge of blanking out.

"and then- swoosh! i saw this cute guy. and when i mean cute i mean C.U.T.E. guy! well- he saved me from the debris but i swear i almost came my pa-" "girl you need to sober the fuck up." you sigh as you stand up as straight as you could. your friend snorts. "your one to say" mirroring your actions. "how we gonna get home anyway?" ".....fuck."

well originally you weren't supposed to get this plastered . the plan was stay sober- well sober enough to drive. but now that you've downed god knows how many shots- your chances of making the drive a safe one was as good as zero.

despite that, your hands begrudgingly started fishing your pockets for the keys, "well, great time to put all that simulation practice to pla-" "Welcome!" being cut off mid sentence, you and your friends attention shifted toward the direction of the voice and spotted a small restaurant at the end of the street.

an old man with a apron ushered a slender figure with striking hair into the little hut, but before you could address his appearance- your friend grabbed your wrists and bolted to the direction of the store.

"OH SHIT THATS THE GUY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! YOU NEED TO SEE WHAT I MEAN COMON!" she squealed, tugging your stumbling figure through the street before closing your eyes and accepting your fate.

...

"welcome!" the same cheery voice greeted you and your friend as you stepped foot into the establishment- blinking vigorously as you tried to adjust to the well lit environment.

"damn, this place is retro as hell." your friend tightly whispered under her breath. she wasn't wrong, stepping into this restaurant felt like stepping into a time capsule set back 30 something years ago, from its decor to furniture. despite that, you couldn't deny its pristine condition .

passing through the noren that separated main entrance to the restaurant- you shuffled into seats that gave us a subtle , yet clear view of the man your friend followed. you peered over your friends head to gain sight of the man- but was quickly shut down by your friend.

"what the hell!" she half yelled half whispered. "if your gonna look, look over this." she hands you the menu. you roll your eyes and snatch the folder from her hands, opening a random page before skimming through its contents in curiosity before attempting to peek at the stranger again.

this time, you really took in his appearance. he sat straight- a little too straight. His hair was a flurry of an almost snow white and fiery red, a clean divide in the middle. they framed his face well, complimenting the soft arch of his brow and the stubble roundness of his cheeks. despite his striking appearance, your doubt in your friends delusions grew flimsy. he was indeed hot. if only you could scootch a little closer, you could maybe make out the contents on his ta-

"Hello! what would you have today?" "OH HI UH,.." startled, you quickly scan the menu and point at the first thing that catches your eye on the menu. "cold soba...?" you quire, it comes off more of a question rather than an answer. "great choice! what about your friend?" glancing over, you find your unusually quiet friend- much to your panic and disbelief- passed out. you sigh and deadpan in her stead, "she'll just have water.."

... Finishing your meal, you look up to find the man whom you your friend followed still slurping away at his order. you sigh as you bare defeat, you feel sober. maybe not sober enough to drive but enough to call a cab to hopefully take you and your friend back to one of your abodes. you abruptly rose from your seat, a sharp screech followed- your chair guilty.

wobbling over to your friend, you drape her figure on your back as you attempt your best shot at carrying her to the cashier. your feet trapped in a poor choice of 3 inched heels made the situation feel 10x worse than it already was. after the payment made it through- you began your journey to the exit of the restaurant wincing in discomfort and your figure wobbling as you balanced your friends figure over yours. before reaching the exit, you feel a tap on your shoulder, you glanced up and was met with the familiar face of the man you and your friend came for. "um sorry to bother you, but you left your handkerchief on the table."

You look down to his extended hand and was met with your embarrassingly childish handkerchief. A series of mini chibi all mights plagued the navy cloth like polka dots- his signature on the bottom left corner embroidered in gold thread. your face flushed in embarrassment and his expression morphed into confusion. "Oh are you okay...? your a bit... red.." he trails uncertainly. you quip back in response " OH UH yep! A ok, just uh.. a little drunk you know!" following up with awkward laughter. "Right..." he shifts his attention to your friend before opening his mouth to say something before closing it abruptly. "Do you guys need help?"

...

and that's how you ended up in the passenger seat of a pro hero's car. a pro hero whose name you learned from conversation in your attempts to be friendly. shoto todoroki. "what brings you out so late? you clearly weren't there for the club." you quire. "finished a mission late and realized i didn't have dinner. That soba shop was the nearest to me at the time." he nonchalantly states. "it wasn't half bad, their cold soba was maybe like a solid 7." you respond coolly. he raises his eyebrow before eyeing your figure." you like soba?" you chuckle " who doesn't?" he hums "you don't strike me as a person who's a fan of all might." you snort, " what do i look like then?" a short silence followed before he chuckled dryly "a person who doesn't regard heroes."

you scoff in response " well I'm acknowledging you right now aren't i?" you state matter of fact before leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. he chuckled before responding "don't take it to heart, I'm just teasing." you roll your eyes before mumbling under your breath, "well you don't seem like the type to tease, so." he sighs contently before side eyeing you from the wheel, silently smiling to himself as he responds lowly "wouldn't you like to find out."

you almost choke on your saliva. Once again you flush in embarrassment his tone sends shivers down your spine, growing goosebumps on every exposed part of your skin. unsure if the alcohol was the one ripping the walls of composure thin or him. he notices. raising an eyebrow he keeps one hand on the wheel as he reaches somewhere to the back of the car, eyes plastered on the road. he fishes out a dark jacket and tosses it onto your lap.

you look down at the jacket then whip your head to face him. eyes still fixed on the road. his right fist was pressed on the side of his cheek, he looked almost bored. you gawk at him, burning a hole in his face and of course, he notices. he hums before he dumbly replies " you're cold no?" you let out a short breath, not a sigh not a laugh, just a sound of disbelief. you pick up the jacket from your lap before slipping in over your shoulders, in doing so you respond "ya know for a pro hero you sure have game." he looks over puzzled "game..?"

...

as the car pulls out to the drive way you began to check the presence of all your belongings. as the car came to a halt you and shoto both got out of the car as he aided you in fishing your friend from the back seat. turning away from the front door of your house you look up at him before realizing you still had his jacket. "ah, hold on." you quickly twirl on your heel to fumble with the lock of your house, leaving your friend on the nearest couch near by in your living room before zooming back outside to meet shoto.

you began to fumble with the zip of this jacket before he halts your actions, holding your hand. you pause, confused by his advancement. he chuckles dryly "its alright, you can return it to me the next time we meet." you look up raising your eyebrow "next time?" he lets go of your hand before reaching to his back pocket, fishing his phone. he held it up to you "yeah for the next time you need saving or when you feel like soba."

... as you exchange contact info, you shut the door shortly after saying goodbyes. you sighed, a little more dramatic then you intended. you began sinking onto the floor back sliding pathetically on the door as you thought "maybe its time to replace that handkerchief with a now more familiar pro hero. "