Dinner In The Snowy Nigth (EREASER/MIC FIC)

UNIQUE CHAPTER

It was snowing that early December, it was a beautiful view of the busy street, the snow accumulated in the canopy of trees and cars. Yamada checked the pocket of his pants for the thousandth time, confirming the box was still there, breathed a little relieved, a little.

In his mind, his plan was perfect. But standing there in front of their favorite restaurant, waiting for him, everything seemed silly. His high spirits and optimism were beginning to turn into anxiety. He rubbed his hands together in the hope of calming down, but as soon as he saw Aizawa's silhouette approaching the crowd, his nervousness was racing.

"WHAT'S UP!!!! AIZAWA !!!!" Yamada shouted (using her individuality) unintentionally, she had run her hands through her hair in a tightly tied ponytail, trying to look natural. Her cheeks were flushed, which he hoped someone else thought was just from the cold.

"hi .." Aizawa spoke, in the same monotonic and bored as always. Despite the blasé countenance, inside she was surprised by the exaggerated attitude of her boyfriend. Mic had always been agitated since high school, but he had never been out of control of individuality.

"He's hiding something ..." Aizawa thought, but as always, he preferred to move on, and see what would happen, putting pressure on his boyfriend could only make matters worse.

"Who knew that one would start snowing in Tokyo in early December! It was a long time since we had a white December, hahahaha! And it's not even Christmas yet ..." Mic spoke trying to appear calm, but every muscle in his body is tight and his face was like a puppet, he was so hard.

"Yes, it hasn't been snowing in December ..." Said Shouta, in a softly playful tone. "Lets go in? I don't want to become a frosty man here!" He opened the restaurant door, allowing the blonde to pass.

The two entered, the place was much more cozy than the freezing night outside. They were in an Italian canteen, in the Dekassegui neighborhood near U.A. When he was younger, Mic got to do some beaks in the restaurant, and Aizawa always looked like her at the end of the day to eat together. That place, besides the delicious food, brought sweet memories of the early years of the U.A.

Yamada presents the reservation to the hostess, an old friend, they studied together in primary school, and who was aware of what was likely to happen that night. She smiled hospitably, and when Aizawa looked away for a minute, she gave Mic a naughty wink, which had made the blonde's cheeks flush.

"It's all right!? " Asked Aizawa, finding Mic's robotic way strange, smiled slightly." It looks like when you broke your grandmother's Chinese vase and didn't want her to find out! He kept his tone low, but there was a little joy in his tone.

"Na..Nothing not !! Everything is in Perfect NORMALLY!"said the blonde trying to clear his throat, with a smile so wide and strange that it even scared a girl sitting with her parents at a table in the corner.

The Hostess had activated the Individuality of the hair, making it shine, to help them follow it in the half-light that took over the restaurant. They followed her to a table next to the veranda, already lit with Christmas lights.

The place was rarely used as part of the restaurant, at least as far as Aizawa remembered. But he was much more relieved to be in a quieter place, full restaurants, or better people, were never his forte.

"Feel free, soon the waiter comes to take your orders! "He spoke to the hostess, deactivating his individuality and giving a wide smile. "Enjoy!! Anything I'm Hikari, and I will serve you tonight!" Said the girl, after delivering the menus giving a little bow and leaving.

Aizawa just watched Hostess leave, Hikari was an old friend of Nemuri's, and formality had never been his forte. She had chosen to work in that place, to observe the loves of youth. For her to act so formal with both of them, it was because they were up to something.