Izuku Midoriya: The Ghost Rider (Version 2)

A Festival of Meetings

The second Chapter of the double update that should've come out  months ago and the realization that I've been neglecting Wattpad so here it is I'll probably just Copy and Paste the versions from FFN after these so I'll try to get these out at the same time as the FFN versions.

-OtherwiseR00K

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Izuku walked through the hall with a sense of foreboding. Izuku hadn't seen her in years, he never said he was leaving and honestly that was something he regretted. She was a very fiery person, who would rather punch someone than watch someone get punched. The kind of gal you could guarantee would fight over the last piece of pizza in the box, true story.

Honestly, Izuku would be lucky not to get kicked by her.

Izuku stopped walking and looked at the door to the private VIP booth. He breathed in and out before knocking on the door with a rhythm, not even a second passed when the door opened and Izuku was grabbed by his collar and dragged into the room, being thrown roughly to the ground.

Izuku barely got a look at the assailant when a weight dropped on him and a punch was thrown into his jaw, "That was for disappearing for six years." a female voice growled.

Izuku looked up and bright crimson met dim emerald, "Yup I deserved that," Izuku agreed.

"And?" she growled.

"I'm an idiot."

"And?"

"I should've said something before I left."

"And?"

"Your long lashes are nice?"

She nodded, "They are yes," her eyes locked onto his again, "and what else."

"I preferred your original hero outfit," Izuku said, making her frown lesson in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because you show so much ass, you make plumbers jealous."

"Hey! I have this outfit for mobility and fanservice!"

"Fanservice? You mean so hentai artists don't need to imagine much?"

Her eyebrow twitched, "Six years, and you're still able to get under my skin with minimal effort."

"You make it easy, Rumi, plus I doubt the leotard really makes that difficult."

Rumi Usagiyama AKA The Rabbit Hero: Mirko. Izuku met Rumi back in Middle School after breaking her nose in a fight caused by some kid's quirk. Rumi had tracked Izuku down and began talking to him. She respected Izuku for getting a few good hits in as, apparently, Izuku was the first in the school to actually get a really good hit off.

They became friends and stuck by each other all the way to UA. Rumi was in the Hero Course while Izuku was in General Studies with engineering. They still got together and went to arcades, parks, restaurants, and even underground fight rings.

Rumi stared at Izuku, "Fuck you, Izuku."

"I mean we could but I'm not into doing that in public," Izuku replied, earning a snort from Rumi, "or do you actually want to, considering where you're sitting?"

Rumi blinks to then realize she had been straddling Izuku's pelvis the entire time. She stands up and reaches a hand out to Izuku who takes it and lets himself get dragged up.

Rumi backed up a little and puts her hands on her hips, she looks at Izuku's attire and says, "Well you certainly let yourself go,"

Izuku was wearing the same overcoat, slight tears and all, a light gray collared shirt, and worn jeans. Izuku looks down at himself and then back up, "I was going for the hobo look but 'letting myself go' works."