"I still don't get why you are so obsessed with this guy. Hello?! Earth to (y/n)?!"
You looked up from your phone with a bored expression. "Don't shame me because I like playing otome games, Emma. If there was an actual guy who could check off all my boxes I'd put the game down but I don't see that happening any time soon, or ever for that matter. And don't mention any guy from your brother's gang because I'm not interested in that."
"Fine, but you're never going to find someone who checks ALL of your boxes besides you just need a date for the festival it's not like you're going to be getting married. I don't want you to be a fifth wheel again."
" There's nothing wrong with being a fifth wheel and I don't want a pity date." You recalled going on a date with Chifuyu set up by Emma. The look of pity he had given you the entire time sent a tingle down your spine. "I'm not desperate and I won't settle. I'd rather go to the festival by myself." You gathered your things and headed for the door as you saw your friend drop her head in defeat, the last bit of ice cream dripping from her spoon.
Before you could catch a break from the last interaction someone had nudged your shoulder as they passed by making you drop your things. Swiveling back you caught a glimpse of a short blonde and a tall lanky boy. "Mikey" you huffed. "If that boy had been with Draken he would've made him at least help me pick up my things. Ugh." You dropped to your knees to collect your things as a figure bent down also.
"You know, there's a reason pockets were invented."the stranger smirked "Let me guess you're one of those rebellious types, huh?"
"Let me guess, you're one of those delinquent types?" You retorted back.
"Aw, what gave it away? The bleached hair? The earrings? It's gotta be the tattoos on my hands." The corner of his mouth upturned as if tempting you to continue with the banter.
"Hanma! Hurry up the meeting is about to start!" You could hear the blonde boy from earlier.
"Well," you stood and dusted off your skirt "as much as I would love to continue this charade, I have more important places to be."
"Oh do you? I don't..." he genuinely smiled this time. You couldn't help but return the smile knowing he disregarded the so called meeting with Mikey "goodbye Hanma."
You briskly walked in the other direction. "Wait! You forgot your.....journal?" Hanma looked in the direction you left and was met only with a sea of people. "Guess I'll get to see you again (y/n)."
