"hey pretty stranger, i think you look cute"
that was the first thing you said to me. i was on solo patrol, walking down a pretty empty street. you called out to me, rushing towards me on the sidewalk. you were waving you hand while you sprinted my way. i think i've seen you around school, but i don't remember your name or quirk.
you stopped in front of me, hands on your knees as you panted and gasped for air. when you straightened up, you were grinning at me, a complete stranger. i felt my face heat up when i thought about how you called me a pretty stranger.
"can i get your number? i wanna know you"
that was the second thing you said to me. i blushed harder at the mention of giving you my number.
"you want my number? someone you just met?" i had asked incredulously.
"'course! you're cute. i wanna get to know you!" you said with a wide smile. i looked away, scratching the back of my neck.
"i guess i'll give you my number," i mumbled. pulling out my phone, i handed it to you. you put your number in it, and you gave me your phone to do the same.
"i'll text you later, cutie!" you said, turning around.
"wait, not even a goodbye? i don't even get to know your name?" i called out to you. you laughed loudly.
"not even a goodbye, Togata Mirio!" despite your words, you waved a hand in farewell.
tell me your secrets, tell me your fears. nobody will notice, let's get outta here
the next time i saw you was at a dumb school dance Nejire had dragged Tamaki and me to the next evening. i wasn't really one for dancing, so while Nejire went off with her other friends, i stood to the side. Tamaki had left a while ago, not liking the large crowd one bit. i didn't mind, plus i didn't want to abandon Nejire, who might come looking for me.
but i knew that probably wouldn't happen. i didn't like dancing that much, and she did. she'd hang around people who loved to dance, and forget all about the poor boy she dragged to this dance. not that i minded. it meant i could say yes when you asked me to leave with you.
you dragged my by the hand out of the school and down a random street i couldn't be bothered to know the name of. you were in a pair of form fitting black shorts, and a blue crop top. dance material, no doubt. it was always hot and sweaty in the gym at dances, so i understood your outfit choice, even if it was a bit chilly outside.
so, that night we laughed and raced. we lazed in a patch of grass at a park and looked at the stars, sharing information about ourselves that seemed so important. but honestly, it was a little useless. you didn't ask about my quirk, and i didn't ask about yours. instead, you asked if that dumb dress was white and gold or blue and black. we seemed to agree that it was white and gold, and if frustrated you knowing that a lot of your other friends said blue and black.
hey girl don't catch me looking. oh boy i caught you staring
i couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of you the following Monday. i knew a boat load of pretty much useless information about you, but i think that's the kind of thing that builds friendships. i was definitely your friend. you sat with us at lunch today, fitting in immediately with Nejire, Tamaki warming up to your sweetness and confidence pretty quickly.
