𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸: 𝘮𝘱100.

𝒜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝓎

Pant!

Pant! Pant!

"I was surprised at how strong he was back there.. Maybe it's because his brain's so developed, could that coincide with his power level?" The noirette questioned himself out loud as he tapped his chin in thought, his eyes wandering around as he wondered if Teruki was some kind of god whom had limitless headspace.

"Ya' serious? That was a wig!"

The black-haired boy's eyes darted upwards in shock and slight horror, immediately recalling the events that had happened a few minutes prior, he could've sworn that he saw his life flash before his eyes.

"Hey! I apologize for not explaining my actions earlier, my mind goes kinda haywire when I see someone I find attractive, isn't it relatable.?" Y/n inquired, placing a hand on her hip as her skirt blew subtly in the wind that had fortunately died down.

  The noirette clenched his fists tighter as he held her captive under his anxious gaze, puny beads of sweat formed in his fair-skinned palms as he partially glared at the beautiful young lady.

"Enough of this, I don't know who you are, but you have ties to that Hanazawa back there... Tell me, just who is he?"

"You flee then question, huh? You didn't even introduce yourself yet and you're already expecting me to do such things, I take pity upon your social life.." Y/n retorted back to the black-haired boy who only deepened his glare, his menacing onyx eyes piercing into Y/n's soul.

"I've no need to tell you anything."

"Likewise." Y/n simply replied, crossing her arms on her chest as she smirked a tiny bit.

"Why did you follow me anyway, did you want something from me?"

"Actually yes, yes I did."

"Then.. What is it? Spit it out!"

"Your phone number."

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Y/n happily skipped down the bustling streets of Seasoning city, her phone in her hand as she hummed a joyful tune, causing those around her to pick up her joy as well.

She had gotten ahold of the cute noirette's phone number.

He was undoubtedly a hard nut to crack, but Y/n was no less than a miracle worker, she always got what she wanted through manipulation, that's practically all there was to it.

She glanced at the contact that she made for him, grinning to herself as she halted in her tracks, backing herself against the nearest building wall to avoid an accident within the city's nonstop foot traffic.

"Ritsu (Hottie) Kageyama"

"Heh."

Y/n stood still for a second, she then began to narrow her eyes at her screen, furrowing her eyebrows as she thought hard for a moment.

"Wait a minute, I've heard the name Kageyama before!"

"When did I..?"