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𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍
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[y/n]'s p.o.v
My body once again ached after a long day of combat training, especially now with a new component.
I slide onto the corner of the wooden bench setting my dinner tray on the table. In front of me sat my dinner buddy, Manami.
She is a stunning woman, with straight raven hair cut just above her breasts, framing her face. She has clear olive skin with a few freckles specked on her nose and one beauty mark under her left eye.
"How is the cut healing up?" she asks as I begin to dig into the usual bland porridge they serve.
"Alright,"
She nods her head taking another bite of her pink lady apple. We sit in comfortable silence listening to the hearty chatter amongst the soldiers and few generals.
"Have you noticed that the commander has been coming out of his office more often?" Manami spoke up, pointing behind me.
I turn my gaze over my shoulder to see the commander having a deep conversation with General Todoroki and Bakugou.
I glance over for a while before meeting Manami's icy blue eyes again.
"Yeah, I guess so," I shrug, not thinking much of it.
"Anyways, how's the hospital coming along?"
"Just that same guys coming in because of getting into fights, but other than that just mentally preparing myself for the weeks to come," Manami says with a slight shudder.
In a week, they're selecting and sending 200 soldiers into battle and most of the hospital organization. Because Manami is one of the head staff of the nurses, she is almost guaranteed to be sent into the field.
I watch her place the apple core on the wood.
"Hey, you will get through this," I say in an attempt to comfort her. She just shakes her head not wanting to talk about this anymore.
Manami's eyes slowly shift to stare over my shoulder. She places her chin on her palm and sighs softly.
I give her a look and follow her line of sight to see General Todoroki let out a loud laugh, with his friends joining in as well.
I shift back around to see a small smile on her lips, admiration in her eyes.
"General Todroki?" I taunt her.
She snaps out of her trance and raises her hands getting ready to deny my allegation.
I hold my finger up to my lips.
"Your secret is safe with me,"
"I-I don't like him or anything, just find him attractive," she stutters, voice a few pitches higher. I just roll my eyes.
"Hey, y/n, I gotta tell you something and you may or may not believe me," Manami says becoming serious.
I nod my head slowly resting my elbows on the table.
"While I was on break I went to the library just to browse around," she begins clearing her throat.
She goes onto tell me a detailed story on how she found a book on birthmarks and all their different meanings. Most of the conspiracies were just outright outlandish, like having a birthmark under your eyebrow makes you a kind person.
"But then it went into soulmates," she states and I give her a questioning expression.
"It says that two people who are star crossed lovers have the same birthmark,"
"And you believe this because?" I slightly giggle at her "findings".
"Just have a bit of imagination [y/n]," Manami teases, leaning back to stretch her muscles.
"Yep, sure,"
"And if you wanted to know, Bakugou has a birthmark on his shoulder," Manami says wiggling her eyebrows.
I give her an exaggerated look, pretending to be offended.
"Who said I had any interest in that hot head?" I interrogate, pointing accusingly at her.
She raises her hands in defense.
"I see how you look after him, and how he sneaks peaks when you aren't looking," she says while staring back over my shoulder a certain blonde.
"Keep dreaming,"
"Talking about dreaming, I'm hitting the sack," Manami states standing up, collecting her apple core and discarded coat.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she says before walking off, chucking the core into the bin.
I watch after her until she disappears around the corner.
