He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not -TDDK-

Chapter 11 -An Awkward Hello-

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Now I've thrown us all off with these chapters

"Oh, uh, hi," that was uncomfortable. he was a smooth failure.

"Hello... how- how are you?" The voice on the other end sounded just as awkward as his, a great relief to his nerves.

A loooong pause hung between them, creating an air of silence to quiet for itself. A quietness keeping words away like the plague.

"I'm, uh, I'm alright. So, uh, I just wanted to give you call, it's been a minute since I've seen you and the shop's been closed a for a few days,  just, ya know, checking in."

"Oh, oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, it's- it's been crazy." Frazzled, the florist could be heard running a hand through his messed hair. "I, it slipped my mind. Really, I am sorry."

"Hey, it's cool, I was just messing with ya," he gave a nervous laugh, mindlessly hugging a bed pillow.

"Ah," a soft, charming laugh rang from the other end of the phone, cracking a smile across the freckled boy's face. "Apologies."

"So where've you been? If you don't mind me asking." Glancing out the window, he stared up at the glimmering city lights.

"Oh, ha, I'm actually in Kyoto right now. My brother has this art gallery tomorrow and we're- we wanted to be there for him."

"Wow, that's huge. Tell him congratulations– if that means anything from me."

"He'll appreciate it." The conversation faltered for a moment, the thralls of that first awkward call creeping between the two.

"So..."

"Yeah, uh,"

"How's Kyoto? I mean, I've heard it's really pretty."

"We actually just got in, uh, about forty-five minutes ago. But so far, pretty nice." Another winsome laugh sang through the phone, bringing the softest pink hue to his freckle spattered cheeks.

"Oh, gosh, my bad! It's really late there-"

"Eh, I'm not really tired, jet lag."

"Oof." Izuku leaned back into his messy, unkempt bed, soaking up the kind voice filling his ears, calming his mind.

"S- um, how... was your day?" The sentence was far from smooth but it was the gesture of asking that was of adoration.

"It was pretty good. It was my turn to clean that stupid espresso machine, ha, but, yeah, otherwise, uh, good. What about you? Airport busy?"

"Ha, as ever. We took the long weekend so that was relaxing, I guess-" he paused, something distracting his sentence. "Sorry I'm hungry, thought I heard something of dinner." Holding back a giggle, he reminisced about the awesome baked Mac and cheese his mother had prepared for dinner.

"Aw, we had the best mac 'n cheese for dinner, it's my mother's recipe, I swear it's straight from heaven!" He exclaimed, becoming steadily more comfortable with the conversation.

They chatted it up for a solid hour, finally getting to know each other– for real. The two talked until midnight, when Shouto's mother, Rei politely asked them to shut the hell up.

Respectfully, they decided to end their call for the night.

"Bye, lo- it was nice talking you." Giving a sweet goodbye, Izuku tried to gloss over his slip-up in words.

"What-" Noting the misspeaking, Shouto tried to decipher what he'd said, failing.

"Ha, oops."

"Goodbyeee, I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," Hanging up, the grenette gave a small smile, tossing the phone onto the bedsheets. As his mind processed the moment he buried his face in a pillow hiding brightly flushed cheeks. "Fuuuuuuuck." He cursed quietly into the pillow's fluff.

Thoughts racing, he rolled back over, purposefully sliding off the bedside. Moonlight poured through the foggy window, illuminating his silhouette with gentle silvery glow, spilling a shadow across the floorboards as he rose.

Unable to wrap his mind around any of the hour's events, the barista figured to just push it to the back of his mind, rather than screw up any future interactions with the florist by overthinking.

" 'zu, honey, I made popcorn, would you like to watch a movie?" Inko beckoned from outside the door, saving him from overthinking not overthinking.

"Ooh, thank you Mami, I'll be there in a minute!" He called back grabbing a pillow and blanket for the living room.

By the time he made it to the living room she was already watching something. Plopping down beside her, the small family snuggled up for the night. Ready to relax after the wild day.

That night, Izuku slept well, dreams peppered with wild whims, and strange scenery, ever so often the gorgeous florist's image popping through the scenes of his dreams...

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The image at the top is how I imagine our boi, how do y'all imagine him?