Magnets - a Kagehina AU

𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

After paying for the cut and blow-dry, I left the salon, giving Hinata a small wave goodbye.

I need to get some groceries for dinner.

I was able to find a taxi, and as I sat inside and made my way to the store, I thought to myself.

Who... was that?

And why does he make me feel so strange?

Whenever I thought about that guy with the bright orange hair and the biggest smile, I got this feeling in my chest.

I could feel my heart beating and my cheeks grow warm. 

Really the only word I could use to describe it is strange. I've never felt that way about someone. 

I've always thought people are boring. All wanting the same stupid, material things. All wanting to 'fall in love', whatever the hell that means.

But I didn't feel that way when I thought about Hinata. I felt different.

Hinata... He's not boring.

He's a just hairdresser. Who's really kind. And cute.

Damn it.

What the hell has gotten into me?

I didn't know what was going on. What that "feeling" was. All I knew... all I knew was that I wanted to see Hinata again.

"Thanks, see ya," I said as I closed the door to the cab.

I guess I'll just get some chicken, and some ingredients for a salad.

I walked to the entrance of the store and grabbed a cart. 

Once I was inside, I remembered I made a list on my phone.

Yeah, everything for dinner. Plus some peppers and milk. I can't forget the milk.

I first went to the produce section, grabbing the peppers and lettuce. I also grabbed some small, ripe tomatoes, thinking I'll just chop them up and add them to my salad.

I noticed a couple of girls, probably no older than 17, making glances at me and blushing.

Am I really that attractive that I get teenage girls looking at me in the grocery store now? It's getting kind of annoying.

Then I remembered.

My hair. Is that why?

I sighed. 

Oh well. I don't mind the stares that much.

Next, I went to the butcher section and picked up half a pound of chicken.

Once I was done with that I walked towards the dairy aisle and grabbed a gallon of milk, then put it into my cart.

Is that it? 

I went back to the list on my phone.

Guess so.

I walked to the self-checkout, far too exhausted from the day to interact with anyone else.

I was finally finished with the shopping and looked down at my watch to check the time. It read:

7:43 PM

It's already almost eight.

I gathered my bags of groceries and walked down to the transit station.