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3. Hot {Single} Girls // Adopting a Cat

**Some Spoilers from the most recent manga come up here**

You'd been awake since 9:00 AM, you slept in a little bit, thinking it was acceptable after the mission you had had. Smiling to yourself, you stretched out in your queen sized bed. Soft sunlight filtered in between the blue curtains and the blinds beneath them, illuminating your blue and yellow bed and white dresser and bedside tables. Turning over onto your side, you grab your phone that had been charging all night long. Taking it off of Do Not Disturb, you then begin to go through your News app to see what you missed during your well deserved slumber.

A new blue soda is now being sold in your city. There's a convict loose in a neighboring city. Upcoming elections. Yuuei's entrance exam is fast approaching.

You clicked off of the app, not too worried about anything you missed. Losing your phone in your sheets, you then grabbed your agenda, you preferred to write appointments and important information down on paper - instead of on your phone. Opening it to today's date, you flicked your eyes down to 11:15 AM "Call Animal Shelter Again (3) see how application is doing." You rolled your eyes, because you were a young woman who was also a Pro Hero, this animal rescue center was procrastinating your application like no one's business. Grabbing your phone, you dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Y/N Furasshu, I'm calling to check on the status of my application for the cat I put in a few months ago... Yes, application number F9875641.... Yes of course I'll hold while you pull the application........ Oh, you haven't finished vetting my personal history yet? You do have it noted on my application that I'm a full time Pro Hero with Sir Night Eye's Hero Agency, right?... Oh, you don't? Please make sure to include that. Thank you. All right, have a good rest of your day, uh-huh, buh-bye." You hung up the phone in a huff. "JEEEEEZ.. Holy. Fuck. People are the worst. Drop one big hero name and suddenly it's all apologies and speedy responses." You rolled out of bed and strolled into your kitchen, checking your texts for anything new and needing a response.

One text from Emi, one text from All Might, and one text from Eraserhead, you opened All Might's first - he never texted you!

Mighty - You're coming out with us tonight, right? I can only be out for a short bit, but I'd love to get the gang together.

Y/N - Yeah! Emi and I are doing dinner together before pre-drinks. You'll come to those, right?

Five minutes passed, you left your phone on the counter, and went to make yourself a bowl of cereal. While you were pouring the milk onto your Honey Bunches of Oats, you heard your phone vibrate a few times. Grabbing a spoon, you sat at the counter with your phone in hand.

Mighty - PLUUUUS ULTRA! See you at Emi's!

All Might hadn't changed even a bit. You were a year younger than most of your friends, but they didn't hold your "youth" against you. Even though you graduated a year behind him, the time he spent in the United States had clearly transformed him into the hero everyone recognized today. Even though you knew Toshinori personally, you looked up to him, he was your role model and your hero. You couldn't help it.

You already had an outfit in mind, it was still warm outside, so you planned on wearing a little red dress with a high neck and an open back. You'd throw on a pair of your chunky black heels, wear your hair in it's most curled form (aka natural), and you'd decide on make up and accessories later. Chomping away at your cereal, you make a mental note to go read in the Old Man's coffee shop in a few hours. Mouth full, spoon in one hand, and phone in the other, you opened the most recent text from Emi.

Emi - Bring a bottle of bubbly, we are celebrating TOOONIGHT!

Y/N - Haha, do you want a brut, rosé, or whatever I choose?

Emi - Ooooh! I love it when you talk wine to me. I trust you to grab a great bottle!

You laughed, you couldn't help it. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and even though she said her quirk only worked in person, you were pretty sure it could affect people via texts. Finally, you opened Eraserhead's text, purposefully saving it for last.

Aizawa - congratulations on sir. night eye's offer. look forward to seeing you tonight.

Y/N - Thank you! See you tonight!

You couldn't help it, despite the taunting and teasing and bullying that the two of you inflicted upon each other sometimes, or the pure disdain that would roll off of him for you. You couldn't help but find the tired-eyed man intriguing and kinda cute.

A few hours later you returned home, two bottles of bubbly, a rosé and a brut champagne. You'd spent some time at the coffee shop, reading your newest book on French culinary arts written by a world traveling chef. You loved several things in this world, reading, being a hero, drinking, and cooking. You'd thought about becoming a restaurateur or professional chef after retiring from being a hero, but for now, you just cooked for yourself and your friends.

You grabbed a medium sized back pack and put your makeup, clothes, and shoes into the bag, as well as the purse you planned on carrying out with you. Grabbing the bag of bubbly, you turned your lights off, locked the door, and headed to your friend's house for a wild night of celebrating.

Using your set of keys to her apartment, you let yourself in, you could hear her singing in the shower. Instead of bothering her, directly, you put your phone on AUX and began your notorious party playlist, starting with your favorite "classic" "I'm Ready" by AJR. The quiet start was perfect for your sneak attack. Turning the volume up to 25 on her impressive sound system, you walked over to her kitchen and placed both bottles into the fridge to cool them. When you had returned to the living room, there was Emi, practically naked in only her towel head banging to the beat, arm extended.

"ROCK ON MAN! IT'S GOING TO BE ONE WILD TIME TONIGHT!!! WHOOOOO!" And the two of you began to jump around and sing and dance, what else are two hot, single young women supposed to do while they get ready for a good night out?