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"𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎!" The blonde slowed to a stop, releasing the girl. Y/N rubbed her head, raising a brow. "What the hell? Why did you interrupt me?" She questioned.
Monoma crossed his arms, "It's nothing. Just don't tell them who I am." With that, he strode away.
Y/N rubbed her neck, "Um okay...?"
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Two days.
It had been two days since Midoriya had come to the workshop. Every time they saw each other in the hall it was a quick hello before he rushed away. At this point the boy's costume was finished.
Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, setting down the needle she was using. She took a scan over the now finished costume, inspecting it for any mistakes. Carefully, she laid the fabric onto the table before packing into the suitcase.
With that, her job was done.
It was so simple.
She had taken less time than she thought and now it was time to give the costume back to it's owner.
Midoriya.
Y/N sighed, lying her cheek on the cold surface. She blew a piece of hair out of her face, her gaze falling to Midoriya's folded shirt sitting on a chair.
Ever since the day he had shown her his power, she was unsure about her feelings. But having the boy not come see her made everything surprisingly clear.
Each moment he wasn't sitting next to her made the girl want to drop out and hide under her covers. That's how big a part of her life he'd become. And now it was painfully clear,
Y/N was in love with Izuku Midoriya.
But,
he was currently avoiding her. Though Y/N couldn't figure out why for the life of her. She hadn't done anything wrong. Had she?
Y/N sat up, drumming her fingers on the table. She sighed, a lopsided smile appearing on her face. Standing, she pulled out her phone.
"Well, I never really was the type to wait around. That just sounds...so boring." She rambled to herself, tucking away her phone again.
