Mr. Midoriya, You're Quite Illusive

Chapter 8

Out of nowhere, a table with food of some kind spawned from the floor. Theodore ushered me to sit across from him. I did as told, carefully stepping over and sitting down at the table. I looked down to see what it was. Pancakes. Seriously? This man is probably richer than most countries and he has me eating god damn pancakes? I mean, he is supposedly richer than an entire country and he has me, his glamorously distinguished supermodel-esque wife, eating pancakes. Am I some common wench for him to disrespect in such a manner? This is heresy. Heresy I tell you! I bet he'd give that Kasumi girl a frickin 5-course French food. So this is what mother meant by, 'You will never be as important as the hoes in different area codes.' It's not like I care though, but if I did, I'd be very displeased. But I have Todoroki.

I could never understand how people could have a mistress or, whatever they call the male version of a mistress? I wouldn't know. Nor do I care. "Pancakes, yummy!" I falsely cheered. The overhead light only focused on my plate and area, barely allowing me to gain further details of this man's face. All I could tell was he was stoic, unhappy even. I gave him a half truthed smile, fiddling with the provided fork. "You don't like it?" He asked, an offended yet calm tone barely audible if I weren't listening so keenly. He saw right through me. I shouldn't underestimate his people skills. Lesson learned.

"This is insulting." I hissed, dropping my facade and holding back an urge to bare teeth. This is the side of me I have trained for years to hide, the persona I was born with which has cost me more than a few friends. In reality, I'm a spoiled brat and I don't give a damn. Except, spoiled brats don't get along well with society so I have to give a damn. But not anymore! You see, this man deserves it and will face the sheer ferocity of what a 19-year-old impudent homegirl can do. "Clarify." He requested softly. "Do I look like some cheap whore you can buy with a few dollars worth of pancakes?" I sassily inquired, leaning back in my chair and waiting for a response. "With an ass like that, I'd pay a couple million." Remarked the tycoon, a grin present in his voice. How dare he talk to me like this. "Hun, eat your pancakes like a good girl. I don't ask much of you." He added sarcastically, picking up something in his hand. A knife to cut his share on his place before grabbing a fork and lifting to where his mouth should be. The monotonous repetitiveness of his chewing wasn't even annoying, much to my surprise.

Feeling my argumentive heat subside, I did as suggested and began eating as well. They didn't taste as bad as I thought they would. It had an excellent syrup-to-pancake ratio, a nice texture along a delicious filling. Blueberries, yum. With a swallow and sigh, I admitted, "Not bad. Could use more butter and a little less sugar." He grunted, "Noted."

An hour later

I was able to do some shopping before my lunch date with Todoroki. I just left them with the driver and walked to our meetup spot, a nice little cafe where I and the girls used to frequent. There he was, jeans and a blue t-shirt. It screams, 'I wanna look good but no desperate.' Good job Todoroki. It went well with my long, seafoam green skirt and plain white top, both fashioned into a rudimentary corset.

"Nice outfit." I greeted, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Thanks. I like yours... too." He gave me a once over, scanning my attire but seemingly pausing around my legs and lower. I guess he likes it? Hard to tell. At least I can assume it's nothing bad, if it were Theodore he'd probably be cynical. After some small talk, we finally made our way inside the cafe, claiming a booth for ourselves. "So, how is everything? Sorry I haven't been in touch lately." I said. He shrugged slightly, "The usual. You talk as if you've been gone 5 years. More like 5 days." He noted factually. "Yeah, I miss our late night talks. All those times we'd text known stop." I reminisced. We were so young, naive, unsure of our feelings.

If only we'd hooked up back then when we were truly young. "Yeah, sleepless nights. I know it's only been a year since we were kids but damn, do I miss it. We were so different back in our first year." Chatted the two toned-haired crush of mine. "So, remember anything you like, old chap?" I queried playfully. He touched his chin, his thinking face. After a few seconds of silence, he answered, "Well, you were definitely more open... and a bit smaller. " I'm going to casually pretend I didn't hear that last part. "Oh? So what, I'm a recluse now?" I chuckled. He shook his head, returning my audible gesture. "No, no. I mean... easier to approach. Nowadays you kinda hold of all of us. I was surprised you even agreed to this d-d... outing." I don't know whether to be offended or... no no I'm a little offended. I guess I deserve it, he's a great judge of character so it's not like he's overreacting. I'm overreacting. He has the right to speak his mind, I shouldn't judge him for that. Hell, I don't care anyway. I can't stay mad at him, never. That is what you do when you love someone, forgive and forget. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. Why do I need to explain this to myself?

Me: Hun, you bout to get emotional damage.

"Why did you call me on this date anyway?" I questioned. Damn, he's really blushing now. Woah, is he... no. Todoroki doesn't hesitate to speak. He looks so flush. His hair suddenly lost its usual stiffness. "I-i... u-um... y'know....W-we've been f-f-friends for a-a um while now and..." As I patiently awaited his full admission, countless thoughts ran through my head, my train of thought derailing at the mere inclination of him asking...Here it comes. He took a big sigh and cooled his nerves. "I know we haven't been as close as we used to but I think we're close enough. Would you like to... y'know... come on more dates... as more than... friends?"

You see, if I were wed to anyone else, I'd shut him down. But this is Theodore.

Screw him.

"Just save my number as girlfriend and ill consider it."

"Oh...okay... yeah... I can do that... does this mean..."

I cleared the table, my body and face reaching over to his. I laid a small peck on his lips. 

"Yes."

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Posted 1/3/2021

I have a confession. I might not do any of the the plots I proposed. But it did get my brain working again so thanks. I have a few new ideas...

Military style UA?