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Sayaka's POV

I groan as I flop on my bed exhausted.
After two days, seven coffee breaks, and one mental breakdown, I finished unpacking my entire apartment.
The apartment was also a nice and new two bedroom one bathroom, with a kitchen and livng space, so yeah.

The time was 11am, so I decided to not waste my day, (that was scheduled for tomorrow) and go on a walk before I had to go to work at 5 pm. I chucked on a zip hoodie over a loose grey shirt and black adidas track pants. My hair was kept down and messy, and I didn't bother to cover my distinct eyebags with makeup. I ruffled my hair as I slid on my combat boots, tucking in the ends of my pants and standing up. My cat, Margarita, meowed behind me and I pet her briefly, before opening the door and locking it behind me.

Over the course of ten years that I had been in New York, not a lot of things had changed about Musutafu. The city had the same buildings, mostly the same businesses, and I could recognize familiar streets and landmarks I would unconsciously make when I would walk to school.
There were many differences and similarities between the two cities, but I felt more connected to Musutafu.
After all, I was born and raised here.

I eventually find myself in a park, but it was relatively empty since all the children were still in school. I went through one of the pavemented paths and walked past the playground, whistling a quiet tune and stuffing my hands in my pockets, aimlessy walking towards the marketplace.

'I needed food anyways so why not?' I thought in my head. I walked past the colorful signs and vegetable stands and completely threw away my old plans and kept walking.
I don't pay attention to where I'm walking and I bump into someone. My eyes widen slightly and I look up at their face.
"Aw shite! I'm real sorry man-" As soon as I saw their face, a goofy grin replaced my former expression. "YO, MY MAIN BITCH, HIZASHI!!" I yelled, and bro hugged him. Hizashi grinned at me through prescription glasses. He was in casual clothes. which were basically a hippie's. He wore a white t-shirt under a black jacket, with pale blue jeans and some boots. His blonde hair had also gotten significantly longer, now reaching what appeared to be past his shoulders, but I didn't really know, since it was in a ponytail at the back of his head. "HOW'S IT GOING, SAYA?" He questions loudly, disturbing some people that were also walking on the side walk. "Pretty good man, how're you and Shōta-kun doin?" I lower my voice, before we got yelled at. I immediately regret my desition to ask about Shōta as a sly smirk appeared on his face. "Ah, asking about your boyfriend, Saya?" My cheeks held a light pink blush and and stomped my foot and glared at him.
"bITCh hE AInt MY BOyfrIEND. I HAVenT EVen SeEN hIM iN TEN YEARS. TEN YEARS HIZASHI."
He rolled his eyes playfully and smiled. "Whatever you say, sis." He strolled next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders.
"So, since you're back in town wanna show me your place? I wanna see how you-"
He shakes his hands in somesort of weird ass jazz hands "-jazzed it up!" He asks. My eyes light up and I smile nostalgically.
I lead him to my apartment excitedly, catching up on details that Hizashi happily explained to me.

"Wow, I knew Nemuri-senpai was horny, but not THAT horny to be an R-rated hero." I say incredulously. Hizashi merely shrugged and looked ahead. "I kinda expected it to be honest." I laugh and our chatting turns into comfortable silence.
"I missed this." I say abruptly with a small grin. I can hear the returning grin in his voice as he agrees with me.

"How were things in America?" he asked curiously. I merely side glanced him and we continued our way to my apartment complex. "Umm," I look at the cars passing us as we walk through the downtown part of the city. "Well, everyone there was very.. American?"
I say sheepishly.

My time in America was...

not very pleasant to say the least.

Not to go into details, but nothing really good happened there.
I had also honestly not cared at all about relationships ever since I had to leave Japan, so I passed through some half assed hero high school with flying colors, went to college for a hobby, and made my debut in America, saving multiple people from a hostage situation.

"AW, C'MON SAYA! SPILL THE TEA!!!" He pleads with a desperate pout. I shrugged,
"I never really paid attention to anyone to be honest," I run my hand through my hair, "I just wanted to get through high school and college so I could move back here." I rub the nape of my neck awkwardly, awaiting his embarrassing response.
"AWWWWWW.. YOU MISsed us Saya? that's cute. What course did you do for college?." He asks. My eyes light up and I start telling him about the art courses that they teach in America, and how much they would differentiate from Musutafu. He listens to my rambling until I stop. "Sorry, I've been rambling. How's your hero career going? I heard that you made your debut a year after high school, how was that?" He runs a hand through his hair and we're half way to my apartment when I realize how far away it is.
"It was very noice." He responded. "Do you know how fun it is to scream 'YEAH!!' And see five villians fly back from the amount of sheer power the sound waves had?" I laugh at his description of the battle and we continue until he insists on talking about Shōta again.
"So Saya," I turn my head to look at him, "How much did you miss your boyfriend?" he added cheekily as I started to grab his neck in a choke hold. "I TOld yOU HIzaSHI! HE. iS. nOT. MY. BOYFRien-"

"What boyfriend?" A monotone voice suddenly cuts me off and I freeze at the familliar voice. I unwrap my arm from Hizashi and look in the direction of the voice and my face is instantly dusted over with pink. There's the ultimate bitch, and my one and only crush,

Aizawa Shōta.

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