Origami Hearts » Tamaki Amajiki

[07]

You pulled the brownies from
the oven and set them upon the counter.

"Ah yes, [Name]-chan's legendary 'Hella Brownies'. My body is ready." Nejire rubbed her belly.

"Gross." you scoffed.

"Mood much? What's up?"

"I dunno. I woke up feeling horrible."

"Awwwe, my little tech virus is sick. Lovesick perhaps?" she wiggled her brows at you.

"Over who?"

"Amajiki-san."

"Nah. I'm not interested in him."

"You fat liar." she rolled her eyes.

"Yikes, okay, calm down. I'm being honest, Nejire-chan." you lied through your teeth.

"Why, though? It seemed like you were into him."

"Not him."

"Then who? MIRIO? GIRL-"

"Not him either."

"Is he someone I know?" she tilted her head and smirked.

"Not yet."  you sighed.

"Not yet? BITCH. What does that even mean?" Nejire leaned against the counter as you began cutting the brownies into portions.

"Origami guy."

"Oh! Yeah. I still wanna sleuth this mofo out." she giggled.

"No sleuthing."

"Party pooper." she pouted.

"Rude."

"Anyway- After you sent him back a note, did you receive another?"

"Yeah... This one was actually really cute."

"GIVE. IT. TO. ME."

"That could be taken out of context."

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH AND GIVE ME THE DAMN NOTE!" she stomped her foot like a child.

"Geez- Okay!" you glitched into your room, grabbed the note from your computer desk, then glitched back into the kitchen.

"That's handy, ain't it?" she commented on your quirk as she snatched the note from your hands.

"Hmm hmm!" she cleared her throat,

" dear [name],
     we've only been sending these origami notes for a little while now, but i already feel close to you. is that weird? i just felt an automatic connection. :)
i can already tell how amazing you are just by the little bit we've spoken.. er... written. if it isn't too much to ask, maybe we can progress our conversations to something electronic (your number, hint hint). that way we can speak whenever we want instead of waiting for school to give and receive notes.
                            sincerely,
                                               anon. "
Nejire nodded, processing the note.

"Yes. I respect Anon, but also I feel nauseous now."

"He seems really sweet. I kinda like him.." you smiled, averting Nejire's gaze.

"Like him? Hon, you don't even know who he is yet! What if you imagine him all smooth, tan, and handsome; but in reality he's all weird, pale, and awkward?" she lightly nudged your shoulder.

"Well, that's okay. You like who you like and no one can really judge you for that. Not everyone's taste is the same and not everyone is perfect. We all have flaws and i'm not ashamed to say I have more flaws than I can count."