Aren't you pretty? Shota came to the cat café, expecting, well cats, not a pretty girl to be working here. You're in your late-twenties or maybe even early-thirties. And chubby. More to hold, the way he sees it.
With a cat in his lap, Aizawa keeps his eyes on you. You're playing with one of the kitten, giggling adorably. Then, all of a sudden, you look over at him.
He gives you a deep nod, to which you return with an awkward smile.
Not thinking, he comes over to you. "Excuse me."
A bit startled, you look up. "Yes?"
"Give me your number."
"..why?"
"Just do it."
Taking a piece of paper, you scribble something down and hand it to him.
"Thank you."o.0.O
This is Eraserhead.
Aizawa sent that text hours ago. Just now is he getting a response
Cat Café Girl: How did you get this number?
Shota: You gave it to me at the cat café
Cat Café Girl: I've never been to a cat café
Shota: You were one of the employees
Cat Café Girl: I think you've got the wrong number
Cat Café Girl: Wait hang on a sec that's where my sister works
Cat Café Girl: WERE YOU HITTING ON MY SISTER?!?!?!?!
That little brat.
Shota: I wasn't hitting on anyone. I apologize for the mix-up
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"You gave me your brother's number." Shota states with a harsh glare.
"Yep." You start rubbing a cat's belly,
"Why?"
"I didn't want you to have my contact information. I felt that was obvious."
"You owe me a date."
"I owe you nothing."
"Address?"
"No."
"I'm not leaving until you give it to me."
Rolling your eyes, you write down an address and hand it to him, "There."
"Thank you."You gave him the address to an orphanage.
Six months later, you and Aizawa actually get married.
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