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« Pɪᴄᴋʏ Bᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅ » (Obake/Guritichi)

(𝑂𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑣, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛)

A couple people bicker amongst one of the isles as well as the front counter.

I peer around quietly, slowly pulling the oversized hood over my head. My white hair drifts over my shoulders in a small mess. I shove my hands into my pockets. My eyes widen as someone meets my gaze, the random stranger down the chips isle.

I gulp and quickly turn my gaze forward noticing Ryu was several steps ahead, not even noticing me falling behind. I quickly head towards him, following close behind. Like there was no such thing as personal space. Cause let's be honest, there wasn't when it came to both of us.

Ryu stops suddenly. My eyes widen as I accidentally bump into him.

"W-what was that f-" I stop.

He peers over his shoulder at me then looks back ahead of him. I peer around him, my gaze landing on the mother load.

Drinks.

I couldn't help but smile slyly.

"You want a juice?"

My eyes wonder across the wide selection of drinks standing neatly in their own separate categories. I shake my head abruptly.

"No-"

He raises a brow before continuing.

"Then what would you like-?"

I quickly walk in front of him standing on my tippie toes. Point.

Yes, chocolate milk.

I could feel Ryu's disappointment all in a split of seconds.

I knew what he was thinking. Chocolate milk. From a gas station? Why? How even-?

But he, of course, will never understand.

He raises a brow.

"You sure-?"

"Of course I am..." I quickly interrupt.

Why would I mention it if I wasn't sure?

He sighs softly as I take a step back. He opens the fridge door and grabs a chocolate milk from one of the top shelves. I watch as his hand comes down towards me, a bright smile spreading over my face quietly.

I grasp is quickly, taking it from his hands. He continues walking without a word. My eyes widen as I notice and quickly stumble after him.

"H-Hey wait up-you got long legs...no need to r-rush"

I shove my hands in my pocket once more, the chocolate milk peeking out from my pocket.

Ryu snickers softly.

"Long legs ay?"

I roll my eyes, following behind quietly.

We walk into an isle with canned food and small meals. My eyes wonder around once more.

Beans, Miso, Lychee, Mitsumame and so much more.

I stick my tongue out in discust at the sight of boiled quail eggs.

I glance up to notice Ryu grab a can of food. I tilt my head watching as he holds them. I squint in attempts to read the bold words on the front but fail to miserably by the movement in his hands.

I take a step forward.

"Getting yourself food-?"

Silence. Ryu grabs another can before shaking his head.

"No, not for me-"

I tilt my head once more.

"Is it for the girl?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head once more which causes me to wonder more.

"Who is it for then-?" I ask.

He sighs turning away now to continue down the isle.

"It's for you."

I feel my eyes widen. I read the label from the cans he grabbed from. Nikojaga.

Ewww!

Not that gross stew! Potatoes, veggies, and who knows what type of meat all in that gross sauce.

I cover my mouth before I quickly walk my way in front of him. He raises a brow as his eyes meet mine. I unburry my hands from within my pockets, them clenching into fists and straightening on either side of me.

"N-no..."

"No-?"

I swiftly grab the cans of food from his hands, passing by him to put them back. Once again could feel the confusion as I walk off into another isle. He follows not far behind.

A huge smile spreads over my face as I finally spot what I was in search for.

Onigiri.

I quickly grab one, showing it off in the air in excitement.

"Really-? What was wrong with the Nikojaga-?" He asks in a small annoyance.

I smile at the Onigiri some more before speaking up in excitement.

"Who wants to eat a icky stew? The sauce is too thick and gross...not to mention the gross soggy veggies within-"

I stick my tongue out. He sighs, stuffing his hands in his pockets now.

"Picky bastard-" He murmurs as his hand reaches over me and grabs the Onigiri from me.

I smile slyly before stuffing my hands back into my own pockets.

"I'm not picky, I'm just real-"

With that, he rolls his eyes walking towards the front. I quickly follow close behind.

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(𝐺𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖'𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑣, 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑜'𝑠)

"WELCOME WELCOME-"

Momo greets us with a sweet yet eager smile. I feel Obake clench my hand from behind, close as always when we're near people.

We take a few steps inside through the large doorway. My eyes couldn't help but wonder around in slight amazement.

Even Obake's eyes widen, peering around me in shock. Her house was huge. Humongous even. Nothing like we ever seen before.

Momo smiles nervously meeting my gaze suddenly.

"Y-yah usually throw people for a loop when they come and visit."

I snicker softly.

Momo glances down to meet Obake's gaze. She smiles with a small wave.

"So you must be Obake-"

Obake's vibrant purple eyes watch her, gripping harder onto my hand. I raise a brow peering at her now as well. She shrinks back slightly.

Momo tilts her head but doesn't push the silence.

"I see-it's really nice to meet you though. Heard about your quirk, it's really cool"

She keeps her smile and that was all she could do. Obake gives a small nod. No response.

It may have not been much, but it was something. The small nod was more than she ever gave to anybody else. Wheither she was doing it just because we where at her house or she was doing it for me...it was a big step for her.

I smile softly before looking back up at Momo.

"How about that study-?"

(Last little bit I didn't quite know how to write. Writing Momo is kinda hard. Her personality is at least. But hopefully it alright.)