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❛YOUR FRIEND IS L/N, RIGHT?❜
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Miki: So how'd it go?
Y/N: Shitty.
Miki: Boo.
You were at an ice cream parlor eating mochi, something that wasn't as available back on your island.
Miki: I was hoping you'd have some elaborate love story where you're meant to be in more ways than one.
She pouted as she poked the pink ball of mochi with her spoon. You shook your head with a frown.
Y/N: Definitely not that. He's dry.
Miki: How do you speak dry?
She chuckled and took the mochi in her mouth, humming as the flavors ran through her senses.
Y/N: I dunno, but he's good at that.
??: Hey 'Roki, let's try here next!
Your eyes narrowed.
Y/N: The people here are so loud...
Miki was wild-eyed, staring past you, her mouth agape. You looked at her nervously.
Y/N: What? What is it?
She pointed behind you.
Y/N: Jeez, Miki, use your words-
Your gaze followed hers to the duel-haired teen behind you. He was on line with another, taller teen with deep black hair and rather large elbows.
Y/N: Shit.
You hissed, turning back to Miki. You dove your head down onto the table and groaned.
Miki: That's Cellophane, the tape hero dude. He goes to U.A. too.
She whispered, ogling the taller teen. He laughed at something Todoroki said, his odd smile lighting up. You resisted the urge to look back as you aggressively chopped your ice cream.
Y/N: What's happening? Why's he laughing? That guy isn't even funny.
Miki got up from her seat silently. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you whispered angrily to her to sit back down, you slouching in your seat to avoid being noticed.
Miki: Cellophane!
She walked toward the two friends and waved. You held your hands in your hair, panicking. Oh my god oh my god oh my god-
