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I listen to her giggle as she pulls me along the dimly lit sidewalk in a part of town I've never been to before, it's pitch black outside; the way only lit by the dimly lit street lamps, some were fizzled out and others were flickering.
"Where are we anyways?" I ask her as she tugs on my wrist again and I try not to wince, using my Quirk the week before when I rescued her really opened up the old wounds I got as a kid when my Quirk manifested..
Not that I'm complaining, I'd rescue her every single day if she was in danger..
The bandages on my wrists beneath the leather jacket and long sleeved shirt I had on hopefully masking the embossed bandages from her sense of touch.
She didn't mention anything about the bandages, nor did she seem to notice.
"Relax, Kaminari, you're tense, you need to let loose a bit!" She says excitedly and the sight makes me smile.
She sidesteps a puddle of dark liquid, too dark to be a puddle of anything but rainwater and I watch as her face scrunches up in disgust.
It's the cutest thing ever when she gets grossed out, her nose scrunches up in the most adorable way possible and I kinda want to kiss the tip of her nose every single time I see it.
"I know that, beautiful, but where are you taking me this time?" I say with a chuckle as I step over the puddle easily with long legs, trying to keep up with her and her constant tugging on my already sore wrist.
She turns and grins at me with a playful wink that damn near stops my heart. "You'll see, Pikachu~"
I snort at the nickname.
She's been calling me that ever since I saved her that night, we talked a lot that night over the pocky treats that I shared with her, just talking underneath the stars.
She pulls me along more before she takes a sharp turn and quickly makes her way down a flight of stairs and we come to a stop at a rusting muddy green metal door.
She knocks once and pauses for three seconds before she knocks twice and pauses for only a moment before she taps two of her painted fingernails on the door three times pausing for only a moment each time.
The hell was that? A password?
My inner thoughts are answered when a panel in the door I didn't notice earlier slides open and she grins at the pair of grassy green eyes that look down on her through the panel before the eyes glide to me. There's faint pumped up music playing in the background once the panel opens. "Who's the dude?" A voice says, deep and almost intimidating.
She snorts and waves him off with the dismissive wave of her hand. "He's with me." He seems to nod before the door opens and he stands aside.
She grins and salutes to him as she pulls me inside and I gawk in awe at where she's taken me. A nightclub and not just any nightclub, but an exclusive invite-only one by the looks of the classy and fancy shit that's laying around here and there. The stagnant smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol in the air, mixed with sweat and other bodily fluids—that I don't even want to try guessing from what parts of the body they're from—mixed together.
