It would take some time for the sun to make it's way up the sky, brightening up the day and warming up the early morning air. The streets of Kilkenny were quiet and devoid of any people, the perfect time for a certain someone to be sneaking out just to meet another certain someone. Slowly opening the door, careful not to disrupt the town's peaceful silence, Shoto then got out of the house before quietly closing it behind him.
Pulling the hood close to his face, making sure it hides any of his distinctive features, the hunter boy then stealthily made his way through the once populated streets and out of the town.
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The early morning air was so cold, mist filled the forest almost completely. But thankfully, it wasn't thick enough to engulf the whole place and turn it into a raging sea of clouds. But whether the mist be thick or thin, that didn't stop the hunter boy from reaching his destination, his dark cloak standing out like a lone rain cloud amongst the billow of white clouds.
Finally reaching the glade and making his way beneath the large oak that stood in the very middle, he was free to remove his hood, allowing the cool morning breeze to gently blow against his red and white hair. Shoto hummed softly as his eyes moved in all different directions to study the area, finding no signs of a certain boy he was supposed to meet here and now.
He sighed deeply before quietly commenting to himself "Of course he's not here yet!"
Raising one hand then holding it close to his mouth, Shoto took in a deep breath and was ready to let out a howl. But the howl never left his lips. Because from out of nowhere, he felt a hand suddenly cover his mouth. He was very certain that this hand didn't belong to him, because both of his very own had subconsciously grabbed ahold of it.
It startled him, but he didn't panic nor did he make any attempt to escape out of the hold. It was strange, but the scene felt oddly familiar to him, like something similar happened to him before. And his suspicions were confirmed as soon as he heard that familar voice whispering close to his ear.
"I don't think we should be doing that anymore!"
Finally, the hand released him, allowing Shoto to turn and meet gazes with it's owner. And sure enough, mismatched eyes were met with a pair of green ones.
"Izuku!" Shoto exclaimed, a bit in surprise. "You're earlier than usual!"
"Yup!" He replied simply. "Came here as quick as I could!"
Now that the hunter boy has a better look at him, it took him a moment to realize that there was something particularly new with his outfit today.
"Hey, you're wearing the cloak I gave you!" Shoto pointed out the obvious as he pointed a finger to the aforementioned garment the other wore.
"Uh, huh!" Izuku replied with a twirl, the torn ends of the cloak floating gracefully around his body. "Brilliant disguise, don't you think?"
He raised his two hands to spread them out wide, as if he were asking the other to immediately agree with him. Shoto's cocked brow however says otherwise. Closely studying Izuku's so-called disguise, he noticed that because he didn't have a brooch. The cloak wasn't closed properly, making his native green outfit visible beneath the parted fabric.
Although, what actually kept the cloak from completely falling off his shoulders was the fact that he was wearing the hood. It was uncertain whether the hood was pointless, because a lot of his fluffy green hair were still able to poke out of it. Shoto ended his silent observation with an amused chuckle.
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