Lonely Hoe | midoriya izuku

chapter ten; die

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    "So, Uh, have any hobbies?" James pathetically asked, in attempting to actually make a conversation.

     The pink haired girl only flicked her hair over her shoulders in response.

   "Well, I go out for runs—"

    James hates all physical activity besides sex.

     "—I like to read, and write poetry—"

    James can't even understand the simplest poems.

     "—oh! And garden—"

    James hates Mother Nature.

     You could go on, and keep listening to the conversation, on how horrible the date is going but you decide to pay attention to Izuku—who was awkwardly sitting across James.

   When you had arrived to NEV, James was of course pissed at you for bringing a freak but it was too late—Ashley had already arrived.

  "Pick anything you like?" You asked Izuku, who only glanced at you.

   "I'll just get some water," Replied Izuku, making you frown.

   "Alright then,"

   Awkward silence enveloped the both the four of you were sitting in.

   That's when you noticed it first.

   DID ASHLEY HAVE  A STUBLE? You thought, mortified at the dark patch growing under her skin.

   "Uh James—" Before you could take your leave, a waitress popped out of no where with a bright smile.

  Fuck. No going back now.

   

        You were a committed man, trying your damned hardest not to stare, as Izuku kept shuffling around in his seat. Him too petrified, mostly since you whispered it into the green haired boys ear—hopping that you were seeing things.

   And that thing was Ashley's stubble.

    Finishing your entire plate of waffles, yes you ordered from the breakfast menu, you reached a hand down under the table, Izuku looked down to see what you were doing.

   His gears shifted faster as your hand got closer to his, but only to detour to your phone that fell out of your pocket and onto the booths plush seat.

    Why did the small hero feel disappointed as he watched you text James?? Must be old age getting to him...he might need to get his gears checked.

   The blue eyed boy sitting on the other side, looked down at his phone when he heard a ding. Opening up his phone as Ashley ate her salad happily.

   Though his jaw went wide, phone dropping into his rice.

   "Y-You're a dude, aren't you?" Asked James, his eyes hooding over as he looked at Ashley.

   "Hm? Biologically speaking yes, didn't I tell you? My real name is Ashton Sparks." Replied the pinkette, as if it is the obvious thing in the world.

   And you swore you saw James's soul leave his body.

[a/n]

ASHLEY IS NOT TRANS. SHE IS A HE. When I first wrote this fanfic I wanted it to be where; James accidentally signed up to a website where guys liked to cross dress/be femboys without knowing it.

HE IS NOT TRANS. HE JUST LIKES TO WEAR SKIRTS AND DRESS UP IN A PERSONA— I read a BL fanfic a loonnggg time ago that had a similar plot to this chapter and that's where I got the idea from. CONTEXT IS IN THE LATER CHAPTERS BUT IM TELLING YALL THIS NOW BC I FEEL LIKE A BAD PERSON FOR NOT MAKING AN AUTHORS NOTE SOONEERE AHH!