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'What exactly is love?'
You wrote on your notepad before shaking your head and crossing it out. You still were brainstorming ideas for a new book. Though, of course, nothing was coming to mind or at least nothing worth writing about.
Whenever you get an idea, you remember that you already read about it in some other book before. Your creative mind hasn't been working at all lately and it was pissing you off.
You sat towards the back of the bookstore at one of the tables. Your papers were scrambled everywhere on the table and you slumped in the seat. You check the time and it read 8:24 pm. Ms. Chester had left an hour ago, you told her you wanted to close the store again and she agreed.
The bookstore was empty and quiet. Just the tapping of your foot could be heard. Normally, you don't get any costumers after 7:00 pm, but you heard the little bell ring, signaling that someone walked through the door.
From back where you sat, you couldn't see who it was that walked in, but you were pretty positive that it was just a person picking up a book. "We close in 5 minutes," you said to whomever was there. You grabbed another piece of paper and started to come up with some more ideas.
"Hey bookworm," said a deep voice which startled you. Your eyes met a pair of turquoise ones, who was leaning casually against a bookshelf.
"Oh, it's you," you said remembering that the man never told you his name. It had been a couple of days since you last ran into him at the club.
"Had a feeling I'd find you here."
"You were looking for me?" you ask cautiously. He dug in the back of his jean pocket for a second before pulling out a small device.
"My phone? And you called me the thief." He rolled his eyes at your words.
"Out of all things, I wouldn't choose to be a silly thief. You left it at the bar idiot." You let out a small 'oh.'
He walked towards you and placed the phone on the table, sliding it to you. "Thank you," you said politely. He looked around the place.
"So, this is where you chose to work at? Looks boring," he said stuffing his hands in his pockets as he continued to observe the place.
"I like it," you simple say. "Plus, it fits in well with my quirk." That caused him to look back at you.
"What's your quirk?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. You let out a small sigh before responding.
"My quirk is called fast reading which basically allows me to..well, read fast. I can flip through a book and know everything about it in seconds." You let out a weak chuckle.
The man looked around the big bookstore once more. "So..I'm guessing that you've read every single book in here?"
"At least 2000 times each, yeah," you said rubbing the back of you neck. He let out a hum, but you didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
"And yours?" You ask.
"My what?"
"What's your quirk?" You were actually curious to know what his was. He walked over and sat on the chair across from you. He held his hand out with his palm facing up. You watched as you saw a small blue flame ignite from his hand. The blaze correlated his eyes. He took notice of how your eyes widen. Not from fear, but from fascination.
You held out your hand and let it hover above the fire until he brought his hand away from yours. "Don't be an idiot unless you're trying to burn yourself," he said in a calm tone.
"It's beautiful." A reassuring smile was present on your face which cause the man to scoff at your words.
"Bullshit. Nothing about my quirk is beautiful," he said slightly raising his voice.
"No, I'm serious, it really is," you say confidently. "Can I see it again?" Your voice remained soft. The man was quiet for a moment before putting his hand out and inflaming his hand again. You pushed your glasses further onto your face as you continued to watch the blue fire dance around in his palm.
