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Different kinds of flowers fell out of Midoriya's locker as he was a bit shocked, and bent down to pick them all up.
'So many..'
Midoriya looked at each of them, and all of them had a post card, but no names.
Midoriya didn't know what to do with any of the flowers, but he decided to keep them.
The post cards also all had the same location
He blushed as he knew what this was.
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Midoriya arrived to the blossom tree spot that all the post cards told him to meet them there.
The boys came out from hiding, and all asked Midoriya the same question, at the same time.
"Date me, Izuku Midoriya."
#2 Written Book
"Do you have likes or dislikes?" The boy asks, trailing beside me.
"Not really." I mumble.
Midoriya stopped writing in his book a while ago. Now he's just asking questions just to ask them.
"A favorite place to be?" He asks.
I don't even know if the guy realizes we're almost at my apartment. "Nope."
He glances at me. "Nothing like that?"
I shake my head.
"Not even a favorite color?"
I shake my head again.
"Hm... Why is that?"
This boy is ticking me off. "I don't know, okay? I never thought of it." I grunt.
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You're a girl that's been treated wrong by your parents and is used as a tool... Until you meet a boy. Little do you know, he's gonna be the one to make you see the world a little clearer.
⚠ Sexual content ⚠
⚠ triggers ⚠
Credits go proper owners of certain characters and art