MHA Scenarios

Your First Meeting [Aizawa]

It was a quiet night at the little supermarket, a few people here and there, mostly buying beer or midnight snacks. It was easier this way you figured, a calmer and smoother way to ingrain and digest the culture of regular everyday life without being thrust into the middle of lunch rush traffic, whether that be on the road or in the crosswalk. At first you questioned why they were so big, and now you know through experience. It's been about a year since you moved to Japan, scrounging up your money and moving away from your small apartment to move into... another small apartment. But this time, you're on your own! No friends randomly popping in your house, no parents breathing down your neck about when you're going to do this and that. It was freeing at first, until you actually moved here; the social norms and everyday things were so different from what you were used to. Not to mention the language, sure you studied hard and nailed the basics, but having to use it while absorbing new material was proving difficult. You sighed and glanced at the small freezer section, looking for a particular brand of ice cream that you've come to enjoy. Mumbling to yourself as you scan the flavor options you notice a man standing a couple feet from you. He looks... well he looks like he got hit by a bus if you're being honest. Usually people look tired at this time of night but he looks like he hasn't slept for the past two weeks. Although there's something about him that seems interesting, almost... attractive. Was it his tired eyes? The scar underneath one? His cute nose? Or maybe how his lips turned in a slight pout? Or maybe... you were just tired yourself. You slid your eyes back to the freezer, looking for something to hold you over for the next week. Against your better judgement, you slide your eyes to look at him again, taking in his appearance again, until you notice that he's standing right in front of your Favorite.

Ice.

Cream.

Damn, forget about how that guy may or may not be your type, he's blocking the way to your well deserved ice cream. What's more important, your lust for hot disheveled dudes or the craving for sweet treats? Slowly his eyes move and meet yours and for some reason, instead of quickly looking away like a normal person, you keep eye contact, staring back at him. In your mind, you're showing a great deal of strength and confidence, showing clearly that you need him to move out of the way for you to be able to receive your iced joy in a tub. In his mind... well, you probably look like a weirdo staring him down at 11:00 at night for no apparent reason. After a few moments, you realize how awkward and embarrassing this is, a hot blush creeping onto your face and making your ears red. You decide that you'll just ask him to move like you should've done 15 seconds ago. In very broken Japanese you mumble,

"Uh- um, koto ga deki... uh..." The man turn his body to you and looks at you curiously before shaking his head slightly.

"I speak English, use it if that's easier." He shrugs slightly and looks at you with a slight smile. You freeze, grateful he wasn't mean to you and knows English, but is your Japanese really that bad? On the other hand, his voice wasn't too bad. Low and a little gravelly, but not too much were it was annoying. You clear your throat and point to the ice cream in the freezer in front of him.

"I want that. Please, move...?" He slightly nods and steps back, allowing you to open the door and grab the pint. You back up and accidentally bump into his side. How tired were you? Careless mistake after mistake, you're close to just passing out when you get home instead of the binge watching and ice cream eating marathon that you'd planned. He shuffles a step to the side awkwardly looking at you and then looking away.

"Um, Arigato" You mumble looking down at your ice cream, the purple packaging reading out "Subete shizen'na! All Natural!" He stares at you and nods his head, but he keeps looking at you like he wants to say something. After you take a step back to begin shuffling away from the mysterious handsome stranger, he clears his throat and starts to talk but fails again, causing you both to remain in an awkward stalemate. Both of you stare at the floor, or at each others clothes, to avoid the awkwardness of looking at the other's face. Eventually he speaks.

"You like cats?" You blink, confused. He points to your bag, you look to find a cat charm you picked up at an arcade a few months ago.

"Oh, yeah. They're pretty cute." You look at him, and smile a little while talking, and he hides a little bit of his face into his scarf. A weird fashion choice but okay, you're not any better at the moment. You watch as he pulls something out of his pocket, a cat charm, similar to yours but of a different breed, a fluffy Maine coon. You're eyes widen a bit and your smile grows, his seems to as well.

"How'd you find that one? I don't remember seeing it at all when I played at the arcade." You mutter looking over the charm, he places it in your hand to your confusion and smirks a little, then he starts to walk off down the aisle. You stand there a little stunned for a second or two before speed walking down to gently take his hand.

"Wait." You whisper before taking your charm off your bag, "have this one, then." Taking his hand, you slide the cat charm onto it. It's a sleepy black cat, it suits him if you're honest. You smile up at him and he gives a soft grin down to you.

"I'll find a different one to give you next time." He murmurs, and you nod, promising yourself to go back to the arcade the moment you get a chance. You bow before walking back up the aisle towards the register, and he steps out of the store, his phone ringing.

"Yare Yare." He sighs before using his capture weapon to leap on top of the building and to the villain in the next town.