Resurrected & Reignited (Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader) [REUPLOAD]

Part VIb: Retail Therapy

Your bag fluttered in the wind as you flew over the city streets. You weren't quite sure what you wanted to do for the day. Maybe trying out a few restaurants, or visiting some of the local parks would help boost your mood. You couldn't say for certain, but you were fairly sure that Stiller would allow you to fly off to explore another prefecture if you were back in a reasonable amount of time. You had to admit, the thought of going on the world's fastest sight-seeing trip did excite you a bit.

The sound of rustling clothes closed in quickly from behind, startling you. You spun around to face the source.

"Hey, Crash!" Keigo greeted. "Fancy meeting you here."

Your temper immediately lightened. "I thought you said you'd be too busy!" You exclaimed.

"Nah, I said I'd try. Although, I gotta be honest, this is purely coincidental. I was just on patrol."

"Well, aren't I lucky?" You mused.

"Why the long face just now?" He asked.

You slowed down to a stop beside him. "Eh, rough day, I guess."

Despite your less-than-happy tone, he smiled at you. "Ah, well, what'd you have planned for the day?"

"Stiller gave me the day off, but I'm really not sure what to do. I was thinking about just flying around Japan." The idea sounded ludicrous now that you had said it out loud, but Keigo kept up his kind attitude.

"You're going in the suit you wore yesterday?" He questioned, looking you up and down. You rubbed the back of your neck and chuckled awkwardly.

"Well yeah, they didn't exactly give me great 'going-out' clothes."

Keigo rubbed his stubbly chin. "Hey, you know what; why don't we go buy you some new outfits? It might help you feel better!"

"You really think so?"

"Sure. Why else would they call it 'retail therapy?'"

You thought back to Stiller's text. "I dunno. I'm only supposed to use my credit card for emergencies..."

Keigo smirked. "You always do what your overseer tells you?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Pfft, no! And he's not my overseer." You huffed in a grumpy, almost child-like voice.

Keigo laughed. "Listen, I'll reimburse 'em for everything if he gets upset about it. C'mon, whaddya say? Just you, me, and a whole fashion show." He was really trying to get you in trouble, wasn't he? Still, you couldn't deny that his mischievous charm was very convincing. You sighed, somehow feeling both defeated and fulfilled.

"Alright. Let's do it."

***

Metal hangers clacked and scraped as Keigo slid the garments across the rack. The two of you had slipped into a small outlet store on the second floor of a large shopping mall in the city center. Unlike your outing the day before, no one approached, but you sensed the public's eyes were on you the second you entered the building. This little unpopulated shop seemed like the perfect place to get away from all of the unwanted attention.

"Are you sure this is okay? I thought you said you were on patrol." You asked, leaning up against an awkwardly-placed support pillar.

Keigo waved you off. "I may answer to the Commission, but I work for myself." He plucked a lemon-yellow tank top from the line-up. The front of it bore a cartoon banana with washboard abs and pecs like pillows, curling dumbbells with overgrown biceps. The caption read "Gotta stay RIPE."