𝔹ℕℍ𝔸 Oneshots

MonoShin-Troublesome Tulips(Requested)

Requested by:TheSkeletalDragon14

No quirk au!
Flower shop au!

The moment he walked in, Hitoshi could tell.
As soon as the stranger raked through his already perfectly styled blonde hair, he knew that he was in for a bumpy ride.

The stranger strut over to the flower shop's counter, smoothening the collar of his likely costly jacket.
This was so that onlookers could see every crevice and crease of the fine fabric used to make it.

As he approached nearer, Hitoshi pulled a beaming grin and said,
"Hello, sir! My name's Hitoshi, how may I be of service?"

The man returned a warm smile before resting a bouquet of tulips onto the countertop.

They were stocked in the gift section, so Hitoshi assumed it was for a special occasion.

"Ah, who's the lucky lady?"
He asked, dipping beneath the counter to get a bag.

"Mm, just a random person who thought I was cute and wanted to go out. Wasn't the first and definitely won't be the last." He somewhat smirked at his own remark.

Hitoshi laughed lightly, shielding his sudden discomfort.
'God, he's one of those guys'
He thought.

"What about you? I'm sure a guy like you is beating the ladies back with a stick."

"That'll be $4.99,"
Hitoshi chuckled,
"Uh... Yeah, I got plans."
'Yeah, plans with my couch'

The blonde placed the money on the counter, swiping the bouquet and bidding Hitoshi goodbye.

"Well, good luck then!" He called, the bells of the front door jingling shortly after.

"Who was that?"
Hitoshi's colleague, Izuku Midoriya stopped sweeping momentarily, glancing at the door.

"Trouble." Hitoshi stated, placing the money into the cash register.

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"Finally."
The cashier sighed heavily, ruffling his violet locks.

He locked the doors of the flower shop behind him, praising the heavens that closing time came.

Just as he stepped out onto the pavement, he froze.

The man whom he'd recognised from that morning was slumped against the street light opposite the shop, his face buried into his knees.

His coat didn't look expensive anymore. His very aura seemed drained of its vibrancy and passion.

He looked so... Pitiful.

Hitoshi would've pulled his scarf over his nose and walk as fast as he could down the rain-soaked pavement.

Keyword being 'would've'.

He groaned heavily in annoyance, crossing the road to meet the street light.

"What's up with you?"

The man looked up, Hitoshi's intimidating silhouette looming over him.

"A-Ah... It's you..."
He somewhat flinched, before sinking back into his previous posture.
"What happened to your plans?"
He asked halfheartedly.

"Uh... Cancelled,"
Hitoshi bit back a painful laugh of irony,
"You?"

The stranger combed his fingers through his now messy bangs, but left his hand against his face; as if he were ashamed to reveal himself.

"Funny story, actually. He knew one of my exes-told me that the only person I'll ever care about is myself, then individually threw pieces of food at me. He then proceeded to scream 'die, cuntshit' at my face until I left."

"...Must be nice."
Hitoshi mumbled, watching his breath freeze over in the frigid midnight atmosphere.

"What?"
The blonde scoffed, revealing his eyes to Hitoshi for the first time.

"Having a reputation. I've always wondered what that was like."

The stranger stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Be careful what you wish for, bud. I'm Neito, by the way. Neito Monoma."
He smiled, outstretching his hand.

Hitoshi laughed at his statement, before awkwardly staring at his hand.

"I don't know if shaking hands with someone whose got the reason we have world hunger smeared across his hands."

"It's pasta sauce."
He laughed.

"Are you aware of the millions of people who can't afford pasta sauce worldwide?"
He joked, as he grasped Neito's hand within his own.

He promptly pulled him up, taking his height and build into account for the first time.

"Why are you even talking to me? I must've sounded like an asshole from your perspective."

Before Hitoshi could respond, Neito nudged him, smirking.

"It's because I'm hot, isn't it?"

"Quite the opposite, actually. I remembered that it must've rained earlier, so you were probably on the verge of hypothermia. Seriously. What are you, a bear?"

"Ouch. Is my flirting so bad you didn't even notice it was happening?"

Hitoshi's cheeks flushed a dangerous red.

"P-Please. You seem like the kind of guy who'd flirt with his grandmother for milk and cookies."

"Fair enough." Neito chuckled.

"Hey, isn't it late? Where do you live?"

"Exchanging addresses already, I see."

"Oh my God."
Hitoshi rolled his eyes.

Neito laughed softly at the notion.
"Uh... Nowhere near here. I was supposed to take a train, but the station's most definitely closed by now."
He glanced at his carbonara-smeared wristwatch.

"...And there are no nearby hotels, are there?"
Hitoshi groaned.

"I wouldn't be on the curb if that were the case--and, newsflash, nobody's asking you to help me."

"Yeah, but I'd be a pretty shitty human for letting you die. And then I'd be interrogated or even arrested for indirectly contributing to your death. Plus, unlike some people, I'm not an ass."

"I don't think that's how that wor-"

"Do want to live or not?"
Hitoshi snapped.

Neito shrugged.
"I surrender, I guess."

Hitoshi scoffed.
"Jackass."

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{I'll continue this to a two or three shot if it gets good feedback! Happy reading<3}