Normal. One week.
They passed each other in the halls, gaze one-sided. No acknowledgments, only silence.
Skipped beat. Two weeks.
Clashing temperatures brushed when they reached for the same book, immediate apology sung and a simple nod given. It was the first time they genuinely talked, and the first time she noticed how unique his eyes are.
Flutter. Three weeks.
They passed each other in the halls, gazes mutual. No acknowledgments, only silence. And smiles.
Fast. One month.
Numbers exchanged, they texted time to time. Different conversations, same giggles. Natural rose cheeks were noticeably darker. She was floating without the use of her quirk.
Faster. Two months.
A random encounter at the restaurant, they sat together and enjoyed a meal: a bowl of cold soba and a bowl of hot ramen. An impromptu date she joked. An impromptu date he agreed.
Drift. Three months.
Exams, youth's first villain. Studying was difficult, though she would do it for herself, and him. Time needed to go faster. He thought the same.
Reunited. Four months.
They watched the sunset together on the beach, their fingers laced, her head on his shoulder. Low murmurs of missing each other shared and what was to come next at school. Would he drop the question? No, not yet.
Love. Five months.
Snuck away from the training grounds, they comfortably sat in the shade of an oak tree, warmed in each other's presence. Foreheads touched, their heartbeats aligned, he whispered "I like you" and she reciprocated in turn. Then, he finally asked, and she said yes, his lips finding her smile in a tender kiss. All was now right, in both of their worlds.