Natsuo and I ended up in a relationship.
I don't even know how it happened, but we've been dating for a solid month and so far there have been no major, major problems.
Fuyumi invited me to dinner again, so that's where I'm walking at the moment.
It's actually a really long walk from my apartment building to their house so I'm kind of regretting not getting on a bus or something.
Oh well.
Fuyumi greeted me at the door and led me to the dining room area. I was met with Natsuo and another boy with dual colored hair. They were both eating bowls of soba, talking with each other while I took a seat next to Natsuo.
"Hey. Sorry, I didn't see you come in," he said. I waved his statement off, saying it was no big deal, and glanced toward the boy across the table, signaling him to introduce me. "Right. Y/n, this is my little brother, Shoto. Shoto, this is my girlfriend, Y/n."
The heterochromatic boy briefly nodded in my direction. "Nice to meet you."
"Same here."
...
I swear, every time I meet someone this happens.
"He's not much of a talker," Natsuo said, his hand finding mine under the table and squeezing it slightly.
"I can see." I let out a breathy laugh, trying to rid the air of the thick tension.
It didn't work.
"Who else are we expecting?" Fuyumi asked, appearing in the doorway.
"Just a journalist," Shoto answered in a monotone voice. "Eraserhead wants her to do a story on class 1-A's personal lives."
"Ooooh, does Shoto have a girlfriend?" Natsuo teased. Fuyumi walked away, clearly not wanting to be part of the oncoming conversation.
"Have you finally put that condom in your wallet to use?" Shoto retaliated.
Let me tell you, that shut Natsuo up real fast.
And I, being the great person that I am, sat there trying not to laugh.
"It's a sentimental condom," Natsuo defended.
Fuyumi came in a few minutes later escorting a girl barely taller than her with shoulder-length black hair into the dining room. The black-haired girl sat next to Shoto and pulled out a journal and pen, hastily writing down quick notes as she greeted us. Fuyumi had left again, only to come back a few moments later carrying another platter of food.
"That reminds me," the girl muttered to herself, pulling up a plastic bag shaped like a tower from next to her and placing it on the table. "I brought this since I was allowed to come here."
She carefully untied the bow on top, cautiously pulling the bag down and removing the plate. She bunched the bag up and put it in her pocket, moving the plate away from the table edge.
"What are they?" I asked, my interest being piqued by the bubbly discs on the table.
"A buñuelo," she replied. "I'm not really sure how to explain it, but I'm pretty sure it's like a fried dough dessert."
So this girl and I kept talking about this Mexican dessert for a solid five minutes, Fuyumi joining our conversation about halfway through, before I finally asked what her name was.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I should've introduced myself earlier. I'm Isabel."
Introductions were cut short by Endeavor's entrance.
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Worth It (N. Todoroki X Reader)
Fanfiction"You're worth it, Y/n. You deserve the world." ~~ After getting dragged to some special hero party Y/n didn't want to go to in the first place, she decides to try hiding away in her sister's car while eating a sleeve of chips. And then Number one's...
