DEAR IZUKU,

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"FASTER!" Miko yells excitedly.

"SLOW DOWN!" Izuku screams, holding onto the girl's waist for dear life.

"DON'T BE SCARED, IZUKU! I'VE GOT YA!" She yells, the bike flying down the steep hill. Her smile is wide, eyes nearly shut closed. Izuku, however, was on the verge of crying. The moment they tipped off the edge, Miko took her feet of the pedals and allowed the bike to go on a speedy free fall. Izuku had always been known for being quite the scardey cat, while Miko was the exact opposite.

Izuku felt like he'd fall of the bike, and honestly, that sounded better than getting hit by a car. The moment that thought crossed his mind, they reached the end of a hill, and like a cartoon, the bike slammed into the railing of the beach's boardwalk and the two flew over and landed on the concrete. Everyone there stopped in their tracks once they heard the two scream and the loud bang.

"That was fun!"

"Why am I still friends with you?" Izuku whines, sitting on his knees. He was unfortunate and landed face-first. Miko somehow flipped herself over completely and landed on her back.

Miko winces when a stream of blood slides down Izuku's face from his forehead. Tears had already prickled at his eyes, something that didn't surprise her at all. "You got a little something there."

"Oh?" Izuku questions sarcastically despite the almost pathetic look on his face.

"Hey, are you two okay?" An older woman asks. She hurriedly takes out her handkerchief and hands it to Miko.

Scooting forward, Miko wipes the streak of crimson liquid from Izuku's pouting face, "Yeah, we're fine. Believe it or not, this happens a lot."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

The older woman begins stepping away from the young duo, "You're welcome. You can keep it. Be careful, kids."

"Thanks, lady!"

"Miko!" Izuku scolds, slapping his hand over her mouth, "She means thanks, ma'am. Excuse her horrible manners."

The woman chuckles, already seeing herself off, "That's quite alright." Once she's gone, Izuku drops his hand and glares at Miko.

"To make it up to you," Miko stands up and holds her hand out to him, "how 'bout I buy you an orange vanilla popsicle?!"

The greenette takes the girl's smaller hand and stands. "Buy me two."

"I—" Miko chooses to not put up a fight, because of the dead set glare he has on her, "okay, fine."


🧸 end of chapter ONE —⊱

i think i forgot to mention that each of these chapters are really short 💀 i mean, it is a short story, afterall. 

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