the day it stopped raining | midoriya izuku

06 | moonlit gift

TOKYO
20°C
MODERATE RAIN

The fear that learning the name of something—a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger—will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in.

The cause of that lingering fact had rooted in Midoriya's racing mind as he sat at a table in Neoma at 8PM—about three hours after that peculiar incident happened. People nearby freaked out about the sudden bolt of lightning hitting in the street, while half of his mind was hazed on the strange girl's outburst across the street from where he's situated.

Then all sorts of rescue took over—firefighters, police and paramedics. The only hero to witness it all was rookie Deku, him, as he snuggles the little girl from earlier in his arms—shocked and frightened.

Well, that doesn't matter, for now. It's been ten minutes past eight and she's still not here walking in soaking with squeaky slippers. It wasn't like Midoriya was a stalker or anything. He was just too damn observant, maybe to the point it gets a little freaky and such. He pays attention too much, though he knew if he were a normal person, it'd hurt him more.

But Midoriya Izuku's a hero. Well, a rookie for now. He's still learning to fix a few tweaks and there. Just a few more years and he'll be as good as a pro. Living his dream like he wanted to as a kid who used to lose hope.

So to find out that the girl in red still hasn't walk in gave him no surprise, but it hinders his pride as a hero in the making. Like for fu—

Midoriya couldn't get her out of his mind.

Why does she look so sad?

Tears well up in his emerald eyes as if he could feel her unexplainable woeful eyes. Heroes are supposed to be marble pillars of perfection and righteousness, not squishy humans with flaws and unresolved issues. It all took one saving to fill someone's heart with faith and security, not one after another—and that's what she's been making him feel. As if she needed more than one cheap umbrella to save her.

He deeply sighs with closed eyes, a gloved hand running down his face. He looks around the store for an idea, though not a single thought needed to be processed to know what he's doing. His eyes linger on the fridge, staring straight at the bottle of coffee adorned with purple hints, similar to the one he saw in her bag when he met her.

Getting off his seat, he strides toward the fridge and grabs the coffee before walking to the instant ramen aisle, absent-mindedly taking the spicy one off the shelf. He goes to the counter, ignoring the bored look on Maki's delinquent appearance, though he tries not to let it show on his face.

"Huh, interesting." He comments as he scans the items.

"What is?" Midoriya rose an eyebrow.

"That bitch always bought the same thing as this," Maki lifts the ramen. "Glad she didn't come. She's always a step away from getting me fired. Boss' sick and tired of wet floors."

Midoriya mutters a small 'oh' when he explained the real reason why he seemed to dislike the girl.

"Do...Do you know her?"

"What?"

"Her name," Midoriya blurts out. "I'd rather not...call or know her as a..."

"Bitch?" Maki completes his sentence with a smirk.

Midoriya glares at him.

"Well?"

"I've been working here for four years kid and I gotta say—" Maki leans over the counter. "She's the most annoying customer I've got in a long time. And it's over what? The lack of fucking umbrellas."