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Of course, seeing that it was a date with Ochako, the first thing Izuku suggested to her was for them to grab food from the stalls. He knew how much she enjoyed Japanese street food and the place was full of it!

He held her hand tightly in his own as they made their way through the crowd. “You think they have grilled mochi?” he asked with a smile. 

        He’d seen her in formal wear before, but this time there was no chance of things geting interrupted by a villain attack. Sure as hell not on the UA campus, although they thought the same thing on I-Island. But Bakugou was going to be focused on Uraraka tonight and spending time with his girlfriend. So the knocking on her door that was almost closer to banging woutd no doubt tell her who it was there for her.

        “Ochako, you ready?”

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While Shinsou enjoyed competition he knows he usually was at a disadvantage with only having three Pokemon who are suited for fighting, at last for now.

However this match? That worked very much in his favor. As even with only three of his Pokemon he very pretty in a type advantage switching between them. 

Certainly as a mismatch for Urarake but it isn't like he was fully aware of her whole team. This not to say it was easy, her pokemon were determined that's for certain. Her Minior had been trouble but Toxtricty was ultimately able to knock it out with an electric attack.

Her Timburr was stubborn too but as strong is might be, there wasn't a way for it to be able to stand against two physic from his Espeon. 

He looked over at Espeon, giving her a pat on the had before the two walks over to the girl. 

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“Capoeira!! It’s from the Americas!!” Mina explained, her excitement mounting when Ochako mentioned she was fetching her clothes to change.

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                    “Dye my hair pink or wear cat ears for a week, my, this is a hard one if I’m honest. I think both suggestions are awfully cute. And, well … I love trying out new things.”

                   A sheepish giggle parts from his lips, a sound made out of indecisiveness and in delight of the thought about the options. For one, pink is a lovely shade to Shinsou’s eyes. It brings to mind flowers that he held dear, cherry blossoms, the very flora that he would spot beyond the windows of his hellish middle school. But that era is over, he survived all that.

Then he began musing over the other option –wearing cat ears–, a hand brushing behind his neck wondering of his next set of words. Cats are his favored animals. Shinsou always loved how clever and independent they were, how they represent luck and fortune. He hopes he can be agile like them soon.