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○Chapter 18○

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(Grab-N-Go Gas Station----->)

Todoroki

I'm what my mother considers a kid, so I don't know much about life. Or to be more specific, love. What I do know is that it's quite entertaining once you're the observer and not the observed. Whenever someone would tell me how helplessly and embarrassing Inasa and I acted towards one another in pining, I would roll my eyes and brush it off. But now, it makes so much sense. Honestly, I'm somewhat embarrassed. Somewhat.

I could never be embarrassed by Inasa, not truly. It's kind of pathetic how my new favorite pass time is watching these two idiots running around in circles. It's a boring day here. Instead of sitting at home and finishing my book report, I'm heading to the nearby gas station to purchase some snacks since I'm running low.

Gathering up my wallet and phone, I head out the front door before mom or Auntie Inko can ask where I'm headed. Instead of walking like the broke bitch that I am, I hop on my baby blue bike and ride off into the almost unbearably warm afternoon. The soft hum of my bike tires spinning helps me relax while passing by several homes and large trees. Some yards have clusters out and about, which is reasonable considering what time of year it is.

By the time I'm pulling up the Grab-N-Go, the sun has burned from its warm, golden yellow to a soft, tangerine shade. Perfect. There's nothing more satisfying than a night bike ride to myself. Hearing that ever so nostalgic ring when the door opens urges the corners of my lips to curl slightly.

"Oh hell, no. Get the fuck outta here, peppermint."

I snap my gaze at the offending tone. Behind the counter stands a tired, lonesome man. His eye bags scream out indifference to his pale skin. Dark, purple eyes meet mine and I can't help but give an acknowledging nod. Before I can say a snarky greeting, someone beats me to it.

"Oh no. Now I'm stuck with the Mind Fucker and Scar Face." Shinsou and I lock gazes, inwardly groaning as I turn to face Monoma.

"Hey, hall monitor! Give anyone a write-up for not having a foot up their ass?"

I let out a loud, startled laugh as Monoma's face burned crimson at Shinsou's comment. He lets out an agitated huff and stomps over to the counter. "Shut the hell up. You act like I'm happy about being a hall monitor."

Shinsou just raises an inquisitive brow, but Monoma blatantly ignores it and walks around. In his arms, he gathers several chips bags, candy, and a few bottles of water. I just slowly glance towards my dark-haired friend, but rather than our eyes meeting in confusion, his trail in Monoma's direction. The dark violet irises shrink as he pays close attention to the blonde moving around at a fast pace and grumbling about some kids being tutored. When a very enraged Monoma approaches the counter, he dumps his things across the plastic surface and pulls out his wallet as Shinsou rings him up.

I slowly begin to inch away, heading towards the slushie machine to seem occupied. There seems to be a shift in atmosphere and I can't help but glance backward. Monoma silently struggles with his money and Shinsou just stares blankly. He doesn't seem annoyed, but rather holding back from saying something. Monoma lets out a small curse and Shinsou chuckles, earning another glare.