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Nova.
An alluring individual with a quirky charm, possesses a magnetic personality that draws others in. Having a unique and captivating sense of style and a penchant for offbeat interests that makes her stand out. Light grey ey...
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"This place smells like pee pee and poo poo.."
Ahh, the sweet smell of underground matches. Nova's dad told her about how there is a Kengan match being held in an underground parking lot between the pro wrestler Sekibayashi and some newbie who just made a name for himself after beating Lihito and whatnot.
"I think you watching that fight will help you visually learn. Sekibayashi is a professional, unlike any other, so watching this match could-" Before he could even finish, she was already out the door. "...brat."
She navigated through the people, her wearing sunglasses to an already dimly lit place really cut out the work for her..or her for herself. But fashion is everything, so she was willing to suffer in order to look stunning.
"My dad didn't raise no pussy."
While that is true, she found herself struggling more than expected, bumping into someone large. Looking up, she saw-nothing. Maybe being hip wasn't worth it today.
"Are you okay Miss?" The wall-buff guy asked her.
She groaned, taking off the damned glasses. "Yupp. I just blinded myself in the name of fashion, sorry." She smiled up at him softly.
"Wakatsuki, who are you talking to?" Another voice spoke up from behind the big man, a voice she could recognize from miles away. Said big guy stepped aside for a second, revealing the Karen head ass looking blondie, those striking, playful green eyes of his lightning up immediately after gasping.
"NOVA!" He exclaimed embracing her immediately, squeezing the oxygen out of her with a wheeze, eyes almost popping out of its sockets. "Lungs! Lungs!" she croaked out, patting his back repeatedly. "Oh sorry!" he smiled sheepishly, letting her go. "You're gonna be the end of me one day Cosmo..and I'm not talking about romance, I'm talking about premeditated murder."
Wakatsuki watched the interaction between the two with slight amusement. Cosmo looked up at him, realization hitting him.
"Oh Nova, this is my friend Takeshi Wakatsuki. Wakatsuki. This is Nova Gensai." She waved a little, smiling kindly.
"Aren't you the guy who has that thing called 'Superman Syndrome?'" She asked him.
"Yeah. Aren't you Kuroki Gensai's adopted daughter?" "No, I'm Michael Jackson's." "..." "..." "It was a joke..?" "Oh-"
Cosmo snickered to himself from the lack of Wakatsuki's interaction skills, toppled with the fact that he was flustered as shit.
"So Superman Syndrome huh? I guess that's what Lihito thought he had, look how that turned out." Nova sighed, putting her glasses back on.
"So harsh." Wakatsuki chuckled a little, sweatdropping. He couldn't tell if that was because of her, or just his introverted self panicking.
"And so shady! Why are you wearing shades inside?" Cosmo asked, trying to snatch them off of her, her ducking away immediately.
