Hagita decided to blind fold me so that I couldn't see where we were going. He thought it would be more fun for me that way since I don't really like anything. He used his quirk to send us both to the place he so desired.
While being with him, and him using his quirk, it feels like I'm in the middle of a lake, water surrounding me, and my body feels weightless. It like time stops, it's too quiet, but I can still feel Hagita's arms around my shoulders. He's just moving us to a different place.
The next thing I know, my feet are on solid ground, and I feel a bit relieved now. Being on the ground seems to be better for me than being in the air, or water.
"Okay, you can take the blind fold off now." His mouth is really close to my ear. His soft breath sending a soft shiver up my spine.
I pull the soft material from around my eyes, and I peak open, letting my eyes adjust to my surrounding area. We're at a museum. And not just any museum, it was an art museum that my parents took my to years ago and fell in love with art.
A small smile falls on my lips as Haigta moved around in front of me, and took my hand. "Maybe when you're here with me, we can make really good memories too. I want to be back in your life, and keep good memories in your head."
I gape at him, and his black eyes soften to something more subtle for me to handle, and I nod to him. "I want to make really good memories with you too."
He pulls me with him inside, and I gasped as I entered the huge building. It's floor is marble, it shines like nothing I've seen before. My flats making tapping noises on the marble and I look to my left and right to huge marble staircases that lead up to a higher level. My eyes are drawn to the chandeliers hanging in the middle of the ceiling, like crystals in a cave. The ceiling is dark, almost a black in contrast to the white marble floor, and I feel comfortable here. I look at the sign in front of us to see which way we're going to go.
There are several ways, up the left staircase to the left is where you can find all sorts of statues. The hallway in front of us is where all the paintings are located, and up the right staircase to the right is a ball room. It's odd to have a ball room at a museum, but I don't pay much mind to it, it might be a spot for artists, and others to show off their work. They either sell them to people or to the museum.
"We're here for you, and you can drag me around and look at everything if you want." Hagita puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me forward a little.
I move my eye towards him, and smile a little. "I wanna look at it all."
"Then let's do that." Hagita takes my hand and pulls us towards the paintings.
Our night at the museum was full of fun and excitement on my end. I truly love art and it just makes me so happy that maybe one day, maybe someday I can do that too. I really did drag Hagita around the entire night, and I had fun doing it. He'd been gone for so long, and it's great having him back, it's great being able to smile more.
Hagita has slowly been warming up to me, and I feel happy that he likes who I am. I look over to the orange haired boy next to me, and my stomach tingles. Butterflies I assume, but then it makes a sound. My cheeks burn and my hand covers my stomach.
Hagita smirks and meets my gaze. "Hungry, are we?"
"Yeah." I say softly. Due to the timing of our date, neither of us actually ate dinner. He said he'd buy me dinner, but I guess I'm hungry now.
"Lets go get you something to eat." He wraps his arm around my shoulder and turns with me as we make our way to the exit.
I pull my phone out and look at the time. We've been her for three hours, making it 9 pm. I don't eat much, but that doesn't mean I don't eat. I'm hungry, and it just means I get to spend more time with Hagita. I'm fine with that.
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