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𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

I watched my phone as if the numbers would disappear all of a sudden. If I blinked then they could accidentally delete and the sequence of numbers that made up my first real contact would be gone.

Eijirou Kirishima.

His number was saved with a little red checkmark next to the name. I wasn't sure how else to customize it, but that seemed to fit.

"Honey, is something wrong? You've been staring at your phone the whole ride home," My mom's voice broke me out of my spell and I quickly pushed my phone into my pocket.

"I'm fine," I mumbled although I knew it didn't convince her. She had known that something had happened between Eijirou and me last week. She had tried to talk to me about it, but I didn't want to. All that mattered was that I made my first friend. Eijirou couldn't be mad at me if he gave me his phone number.

A small smile tugged at my lips. "Mmhm, sure you are, kid. Why are you grinning like you've won the lottery then?" Mom once again pulled me from my thoughts and I sighed, the smile falling from my face.

"Nothing," I huffed and looked out the window as we pulled up to our house. As soon as we pulled into the garage I jumped out of the car and ran to my room. I shut my door and kicked my shoes off before flopping into bed while pulling my phone from my pocket.

I wondered if he would text me first, or if he expected me to text him first. I never had friends that could text and this was different. Somehow it just felt different. Eijirou was different and made me feel -- different.

"Ugh," Groaning, I rolled onto my back and held my phone in front of my face. "Just do it," I muttered to myself, trying to boost my confidence enough to send him something -- anything.

Me: Hi.

I frowned as I pressed send. Things seemed a bit strange when we both left school today. After Eijirou told me he was gay he seemed to clam up around me. I really didn't care that he liked boys rather than girls. Either he was afraid I would judge him, or the fact that I am Autistic weirded him out.

Eijirou: What's up, mouse? :)

My phone dinged and I jumped, quickly opening the message and then breaking out into a huge smile when I read his reply. My heart thumped strangely and my cheeks warmed suddenly. Mouse. I wasn't sure what it was about that nickname, but it always did something funny to me.

Me: Not much.

Me: What about you?

I quickly remembered to ask him something in return to be polite. Plus, I wanted to know what he normally did after school. I stretched out in bed, running my fingers through my hair as a yawn passed my lips.

"Katsuki, what do you want for dinner?" My mom called from down the hall and I hummed.

"Pizza," I shouted back. It was always either pizza or one of my other limited safe foods. There was only a small list of foods that I could eat easily without much struggle or investigation. I had major sensory processing challenges. Just another thing mom and I had to adapt to.

"Sounds good, kid," She called before the click of her heels faded away. My phone dinged again and I forgot all about the pizza and grabbed it off my pillow.

Eijirou: Just doing homework at the moment.

I should probably be doing homework as well, but I honestly didn't need to just yet. all we had was math homework and I could do that in less than thirty minutes. I will do it after dinner. I wasn't sure what to say. He didn't ask me anything. Before I could worry too much over a reply, another text came through.