How They Met You

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A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry about everything. My family and I are preparing to leave for a three week, overseas vacation, and I've been cramming all my schoolwork and all that other stuff in before we leave. So I won't be here for three weeks, but as soon as I get back, I will add some surprises as a thank you ;-) but for now, I will try to add not-sucky stories in here to keep you all busy.

On another note, i will NOT be formatting the whole story this way. Because its too long. But I like this style for an opening.

Y/n- Your name

A/n- Allmate name

A/y- Allmate type

E/c- Eye color

H/c- Hair color

Okay, here we go!!! ;-)

Aoba:

You were running as fast as you could to get back to your apartment. You were trying to get away from Akushima. You had been observing a Rhyme fight, and he had come to arrest everyone he could catch. You had managed to land a punch to the sunny side up of a policeman, and you managed to escape. You tore down the alleyway, but just as you rounded the corner, a hand reached out and grabbed yours, yanking you in as you ran right into a shadowed figure. They slapped a hand over your mouth, and you could tell by the bone structure it was a male. He shushed you as you tried to struggle, and you heard the policemen's footsteps pounding closer.

"I'm not your enemy," the boy whispered, holding your hand and pulling you in close as to conceal the both of you. You went quiet, and clung to the stranger as the policemen flew by, not noticing you as they quickly spotted another group and began to pursue them. You unglued yourself from the stranger, as you stepped back and he stepped into the light, looking at you with worry. "Are you alright?" He asked you as you checked yourself over, finding a deep gash on your arm from one of the policeman's switchblades. You winced but nodded to the boy. He had long blue hair, a bright hazel/yellow gaze, and his clothes were all a shade of blue, white, or pink. He also wore pink headphones around his neck. You kneeled down against the pavement, holding your arm as it began to sting and you hissed in pain. The boy kneeled down and began to check your arm, beginning to ramble as you listened intently. "I'm sorry for scaring you back there," he said. "I've been chased by them before and you were going to get caught eventually. I'm Aoba." You gulped back and looked at him, your e/c gaze meeting his bright hazel one.

"I'm y/n," you answered softly, biting back a cry as your arm started to throb in protest to his touch. He stood and offered you his hand, smiling warmly.

"Y/n," he repeated. "That's a pretty name." His face was dusted a light shade of red, as yours was too. You took his hand as he helped you up. "I'll take you to my house. My Granny is a wonderful doctor." You nod, letting him help you walk, leaving the commotion of the chase behind you two.

....

After about a twenty minute walk, you learned more about the blunette boy. He was sweet and kind, and you liked that, since you were living all by yourself because tour divorced parents both told you to never come near them again...Aoba took you into his little Japanese style house, and the second he opened the door, an older lady with bright pink hair and a yellow dress appeared.

"AOBA!!!" She shouted as the two of you cringed backwards. "YOU DIDN'T LOCK THE DOOR AGAIN!!!" The woman suddenly stopped, looking at you. She calmed as Aoba regained his composure.

"Granny, this is y/n," he said, squeezing your hand to give you reassurance. "She got hurt while running from Akushima at a Rhyme fight." His grandmother motioned for you two to follow her as she hobbled into the kitchen. "Don't mind her," Aoba said softly. "She's an acquired taste, but she already likes you."

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