Running...
There is nothing like it...
I'm not talking about an ordinary jog, but something different...
Something Special...
Something... Impossible...
My Name is Dylan Xander...
One of The Fastest Men Alive...
And this is the story about how I bec...
After taking care of some unsavoury characters with guns, I flashed to the location where Bakugo texted me.
I was wearing something different, a plaid flannel, that was white, blue and grey, with a thin sweater that was covered with the jacket I use when going to work. I wore chinos along with my fiction riddled canvas.
When I left the house, Rien was teasing me, so I got out of their as quick as humanly possible. Then raced here but ran into those unsavoury characters I was talking about.
I checked my phone to see that it was 5 minutes till 5pm. My breath was released as I looked around the street that was getting colder by the minute.
"Hey, Nerd..." my head snapped to my left and my face exclaimed a form of surprise and happiness. "Hey, Bakugo..." my voice escaped me with a fast tempo. I stepped back was stumbled into something, making a fool of myself.
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Bakugo raised an eyebrow and looked at me with some form of smug amusement. "For somebody with multiple degrees... You're a huge dumbass..."
I let my eyes looked up in thought as my pointer followed, "But why do you call me a nerd?" I say as my finger pointed in his direction.
He rolled his eyes with the faintest smirk, while I grinned. "Come on Extra..." he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me.
My eyes wandered to what he was wearing. The world slowed as I analysed. He was wearing slim grey jeans, along with a casual white shirt that had buttons at the neck to neck opening where his head came through. They were all undone, revealing some of his chest. The jacket he wore seemed to be new, along with his grey vans.
"So... Where are we going?" I asked with a higher pitched voice from being unease about being dragged around by Bakugo.
"I'm fucking hungry..." he growled with a light scowl, but his head was faced in a way so I couldn't see his features properly.
We continued to walk and he didn't let my wrist go. Some people gave us odd glances. This situation probably looked like I was being kidnapped or dragged around by an over possessive boyfri-
I'm gonna stop right there...
Eventually, we made it to a restaurant. "What is this place?" I wondered as I read the establishment's title.
'American Delights'
"Is this an American food joint in Japan?" I asked with a curious gaze. I saw him slightly roll his shoulders and clear his throat, my face still unable to read what his features were saying.
"I just fucking thought you wouldn't mind! If you don't fucking like it. I'll just drag your ass somewhere better..."
"No. No... Here is fine. It's been a long time since I've had something that was American made. I really miss Eddy's Pizzeria in Missouri"
