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DISGUSTING. [[ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ]]
With a few minutes to spare, we make it on the campus. Myah takes her phone out and asks Y/n where she is.
For a second, I swear I hear Izuku calling me, but after looking around, I don't see him. The traffic makes it difficult to know where the sound came from, as well, so I brush it off.
In a matter of seconds, Y/n responds and proceeds to answer Myah's following questions about how to get to where she is, inside the lecture hall building.
It's hard to not activate my quirk, so that I can propel myself up all the stairs. Having memorized the instructions on how to get to her, I've left everyone else in the dust.
As I walk down the hall that she's on, my heart begins to race, and butterflies take over my body. I'm glancing everywhere, trying to spot her, until finally, my eyes land on her.
I can't see her face, but I know it's her. It's my Y/n. Even in a crowd of women wearing the same thing as her, I'd be able to tell that it's her.
I approach the room she's in, slowly, thinking of ways to introduce myself, but when I enter, I have no idea what to do with myself.
"That was quick. Did you run? You better not have dropped my food." She chuckles. Her voice is as sweet as ever, and I can't help but to gasp at it.
Though I'm a little upset that she's expecting someone else. I'm not sure how to reply, so I just say, "Sorry, were you waiting for someone else?"
Obviously, by the way she awkwardly looks up at me, I see that my voice is unrecognizable to her. Has it really changed so drastically?
A gut churning feelings makes itself present within me, and now everything feels odd. This is not how I want to feel right now.
As I analyze her face, she is still so beautiful, and even more now that she's grown up. The difference in the way she looks, is unreal.
Why is she wearing makeup, though? My Y/n doesn't wear makeup. Frankly, I think she looks better without it—not that she doesn't look great with it!
Once I've taken a good look at her, I notice the face she's making is one I wasn't expecting to see today. This look, it's almost as if...
"Do I know you?" She asks. At first I chuckle, thinking it's a joke, but the second I realize her expression isn't changing, my smile drops.
By the way her feet are tapping against the floor, I can tell that she's nervous. Why is she acting like this?
"I don't understand." My hand unconsciously moves toward hers, on the table, and I don't notice, until I see her move away, sliding her chair back a bit.
