Take a deep breath... and enjoy, finally... the confession chapter!
"Why are you standing there watching like a hungry hawk?" Kairi stared up at her father, propped up on crutches against the side of the house. She waited patiently in the well-worn bench that sat in front of her house, hands pressed together against the elegant fabric in her lap. Mr. Hoshino looked over his daughter, dressed in a yukata made of fine material. The main garment was white, with a few layers of gossamer fabric laid over it, giving it an ethereal flow to it. It was hemmed with a soft red tone, and the edges of the hem, waists, and sleeves creeping with an ombre soft red, pink, and purples. In between the colors were faint insets of floral designs. The obi belt held a more opaque pattern of the flowers and colors. The top inner collar that she wore under the yukata had the same design repeated.
"I'm not used to you dressed so... elegantly. In fact, the last couple months I've seen you more dressed up than your whole life," he chuckled, crossing his arms awkwardly. "One wonders why that is."
"Because I am actually going to events that people dress up for for once in my life?"
"You went to the New Year's Festival with us when we were younger and you never wore a yukata then," he teased. Kairi fingered the fragile hem of her elegant robe.
"Because I was child and I never cared."
"And you cared now?"
"Because Momo wanted me to."
"Ah, I see. So this isn't in anyway related to you wanted to look nice for Shoto?" Kairi reached to fiddle with the hair stick holding up the poorly twisted mess of hair, touching the purple floral charm on its end. She wasn't the best with doing hair, but she had used enough bobby pins to pull up her hair, and then simply stuck in her hair sticks. Having a father who wasn't able to do her hair left her with no one to teach her, and Youtube and Pinterest tutorials always made it look easier than it actually was.
"No. My friends are all wearing yukatas so I decided to."
"And that's why instead of choosing one of the ones you already own, you went for the most glamorous one that used to be your mother's?" She scowled and tapped her foot.
"You know when I'm nervous about things I go overboard."
"So you're nervous about seeing Shoto?"
"Uggghhh Dad! Sttooopp! Look, yes I like Shoto and yes I'm excited to see him but my desire to look nice isn't linked to him at all."
"Sure, all right." She burned with frustration, which seemed to be enough for him to turn away. When the vehicle turned up in front of her house, she zipped from the seat. Overly eager to get away from her twenty-one questions father, she floated off the one step leading to her house. Shoto was stepping out the vehicle, walking up the short ways towards her house.
"Kairi!" he gasped, eyes falling onto her and stopping in his place. Annoyance shot at Kairi, following the sound of her father's voice. She was eager to get going and Shoto was definitely part of the reason why. But it had been years since she had been out for New Year's and she was a little excited to welcome it in not just with her best friend/crush, but her new friends as well. She drug her feet, heading back over towards the door where her father sat. She lowered her head, making her pout prominent.
"I won't keep you long. Remember what I said?"
"No later than 3 am," she sighed. "I understand."
"You call me if you need anything, all right? If anything goes wrong. Rena will be here and I may be on leave, but she can hoe right in the vehicle and run and get you."
"Dad, have you forgotten I am also a hero attending a festival with several other heroes? One of them is a Todoroki?!"
"Are you going to continue to use your friend to say 'Do you know who he is?' to get away with stuff?" A brash cold worry ached through Kairi.
"Oh, that isn't what I-!"
"I'm teasing, Riri," he chuckled.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, Rena and her wife are on their way."
"Are they bringing the baby?"
"No, they left him with a sitter. He's crawling right now and with the suckers on his hands and feet, it's a bit chaotic."
"Aww. It would have been funny for a little one to be trying to climb onto your lap," she giggled. He glowed with amusement as he gestured to Shoto.
"Don't keep your friend waiting. He seems stunned in place."
"Oh!" she leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly before urgency took her. "Bye dad!"
"Have a good time tonight, honey!" She rushed back, greeting Shoto halfway down the drive.
He couldn't keep his eyes from looking straight down, examining the flow of the exquisite yukata and the cheery colors that complimented it so well. His arms burned with a need to take a hold of her, lose himself in the golden glint of her eyes and just tell her every emotion that raged through him like a storm. Later, he reminded himself. Now was not the time. Instead he swallowed and pleaded the warmth would fade from his face.
"You continue to surprise me, Kairi," he said, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him back towards the car.
"How so? Because for once I look like a girl and not some child dressed in cutesy clothes?" she laughed. Shoto stepped in front of her, quick to open the back door of the rideshare. She lifted a brow, baffled by the action. But she slipped inside and he went in after her. The two of them waved to her father before turning out of the drive.
"No, I simply didn't know you owned something that... fine."
"It was my mother's, I kinda stole it. All the yukatas I own are simple and considering this is a new kind of outing for me, I wanted something different."
"Well, it suits you. It really does. You're simply..." The words caught in the roughness of his throat. He coughed, forcing down the power of his feelings before they exploded in front of then all.
There was that look again, like in the restaurant a week ago. What was it with him, especially the last month? He had been far more complimentary and every look and touch he gave her was... beyond what she thought friends were supposed to give. None of it breached any area of comfort for her, except that she knew she shouldn't be so gladly receptive of it. The elation she felt would only continue to break her heart over a thousand times, knowing they could never be. She would have to say something, to lie that it was making her uncomfortable. Of course, it wasn't. She loved it, but it would damage her later. In order to protect herself, she would need to set a boundary. She couldn't have Shoto continuing to make her feel like the focal point of his life or the brightest star in his sky when she was just a mere best friend. Nothing good could come from getting her hopes up, even if he was doing it unintentionally. He didn't like her that way, and she would need to accept that.
Alternatively, Shoto was still unclear about Kairi. It wasn't as if he was the most socially in tune kid on the Earth Until over a year ago, he hadn't even tried to have friends. Some things were still a bit strange. Most of his life had just been trying to be powerful enough to get away from his father. But Kairi seemed a little more clueless than him about some things. Not in a bad way, and nothing he blamed her for. But he left him with questions about her feelings. He had expected to know how she was feeling, based on how her quirk worked. But his own affections had grown too strong for him to read past them. The only way to know would be to really ask. And he had been determined to ask for a while. His nerve had been lost on Christmas Eve, but tonight... he had to. It was time to know. Now that the moment was approaching closer, his nerve was becoming wilder, unable to tame. Would he find the courage to say anything?
The ride had been mostly quiet, and he gave his thanks to the driver. He held the door open for Kairi, and she gave him an awkward grin before stepping out. He couldn't stop watching her. The yukata was lovely and draped over her features nicely, but that wasn't it. Her eyes sparkled like the purest amber when reflected against the sun. Her hair shone with a warmth as the lanterns passed over her mocha waves, floral hairpins holding it in place. He beamed with pride at the notice of the iris earrings hanging from her lobe. So she had liked them. They looked lovely on her.
It was the way she moved to quickly move out of the way of others. Because he knew her, it had been conditioned from years of anxiety, fearful of being in any one's way And that was it. Her fear of bothering anyone. Her respect and concern for how she was treating others and regard for their time, livelihood, and personal space. It was impossible for her to not think of others. Part of it was her quirk, but most of it was just her presence; she had influenced others to think of others as well. Him especially. Her heart was incredibly kind, thinking of how to speak properly. And even when she was stepping in to defend those she cared for, she was seeking a way to bring about justice without hurting anyway. That was the part that made her a hero. Not her quirk. Her regard for others, her concern for their safety. And people thought she could ever become a villain? Impossible.
Maybe part of it was because he hadn't grown up much in a household where he was taught to put others before himself, aside from his mother. But he hadn't seen her for years. Kairi had taught him a whole other side. She was ready to charge in when need be. She faced off her worst fears when the threat was dire. She stood her ground and defended her friends. Gods, she was... the most spectacular person he had known. Of course, he never denied she was pleasant to look at but her spirit, her character, enhanced the beauty she already beheld. Listening to the way she put herself down, the way she saw herself... it hurt himself sometimes. And he knew, the years of abuse from peers and the neglect of her mother was the cause. He felt something familiar in her, when she first shared her story. He couldn't not learn more about her. The more he learned, the more he liked learning about her. In return, she saw deeper in him than anyone else ever had.
Tsu and Momo ran to her quickly, greeting her with hugs. The girls had all planned to wear yukatas. Momo's was elaborate and made of a pure silk, crimson with silvery embroidery. Tsu was dressed in teal with lily pads splotched over it. Uraraka wore a white yukata smothered in bright pink cherry blossoms.
"Is this where all the beautiful people are meeting?" Yuga asked, approaching the group. "Then this is clearly where I belong!"
"Yuga!" Kairi said, launching herself to hug him tightly. She looked at his slim fit black shirt, finely trimmed with a shimmering gold fabric. "You are perfectly right, you belong with the beautiful people."
"I see you came along with Todoroki," he winked, watching Shoto join them. "And he also seems to have taken upon himself to dress nice as well." He was wearing the same nice black slacks again, a tight fitted light blue shirt crafted of a softer material to go with it. Kairi stomach flipped when she noticed his hair again, nicely groomed once more. There was a different part to it as well, as if he had been trying to make some sort of impression. Her soul screamed for help.
"Yeah, you do look really nice," Uraraka said, clinging to Izuku tightly.
"Yeah, but he's not the only one, right?" Izuku nervously asked, running a hand down the front of his white pressed shirt to take care of any leftover wrinkles that might be there.
"Of course not!" she said quickly, her face reddening. "You l-look... you're very well-groomed too, Deku! What is..." she sniffed, appearing pleased. "Is that... coconut in your hair?" He grinned, proudly.
"Come on, let's see what vendors and games they have!" Momo gripped Kairi's hand, pulling her along with the rest of the hurrying group. Shoto laughed and slowly walked behind them, keeping them in sight. He shoved his hands in pockets, thinking about the time as it ticked by. Ten thirty... how was he going to calm his nerves for an hour and a half?
Running down the walkway of games, they waved over to Jiro. She vetoed the yukata idea but did choose to wear a nice shirt with some dark blue dress pants. She was standing beside Kaminari, who was currently trying to get the high score on a ball throwing game. The power behind his last one was too stronger and bounced off the edge, before dropping into the zero slot.
"Seriously!" Mineta cried from beside him. "Come on, man! Move aside and let me show you how talented I am at playing with my balls!"
"Gross," Jiro scoffed. Kairi rolled her eyes.
"Ahh! Girls! I... I didn't..." Mineta dropped the game balls in his hands, gawking at the row of finely dressed girls in front of him. "This. Is the best. New Year's. Ever."
"Please stop," Momo said. Tsu waggled her tongue threateningly.
"You all look beautiful, truly," Kaminari smiled. He faced Kairi. "That color really suits you."
"Thanks," she smiled, quickly curtsying with thanks. Shoto forced himself to ignore the burning inside himself, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Kaminari.
"Hello!" called another voice as it approached them. Enthusiastically, they greeted Iida. "It's nice to see you all here. What a wonderful opportunity for us all to promise to do our best the next year!"
"Did you come with your family, Iida?" Uraraka asked. He nodded.
"Yep. My parents. Hey, there's a food stall of baked goods that Sato is working at just down the way there! I believe Tokoyami was headed that way! Ashido and Hagakure too!"
"Oh yes, let's go there!" Tsu said. The group moved along, Shoto remaining quietly as he hovered near Kairi's side. She looked over at him, he dropped his eyes. The two of them flourished with red. Their communication remained quiet.
The majority of the festivals displays were along one alley, outlined by the bright lanterns and strips of lights. As they moved along, families, children, couples, and friends cruised by them. Some carried festive toys that shone brightly. Others carried sticks of chicken, vegetables, various kinds of rice balls, and pastries. Excitement buzzed around them, but it was hard to tune into it when the back of Shoto's hand burned against her own. It was like they were teasing each other, beckoning for the other to hold hands. But neither one made to do so, so they remained. Awkward and unsure, teeming with a flurry of feelings.
"Hey everyone!" Sato said from behind the vendor stall. He waved to the bulk of his classmates appearing.
"A pleasure to see you," Tokoyami said to the new arrivals. "It's nice to see so many of here to celebrate the death of this tumultuous year."
"And to celebrate the new one!" Hagakure greeted, dressed in an elaborate yukata that rivaled the elegance of Kairi's own. "I can't wait til the fireworks start! I'm having so much fun!"
"Have you seen how many good looking boys came out here tonight?!" Ashido said beside her as she bit into a cupcake. "Never mind, I've completely forgotten. These are to die for as always, Sato!" Sato's smiled stretched between his ears. "You all look great! Kairi, those earrings are magnificent!"
"Thanks, Shoto gave them to me for Christmas!" She looked over to Shoto as she spoke, and he couldn't hide his proud smile.
"Oh really? They're so charming!" Yuga said, leaning over to get a better look. Sato held out a tray of beautiful decorated cookies of stars and moons. The group scrambled for them and when they began to rummage around for money, he held out his hand to stop them. Kairi bit into her cookie, delighted to find it still slightly warm.
They moved along, spying others in their class. Kirishima waved to them excitedly and Bakugo ignored them, as was his usual when he was trying to be polite. Yuga wanted to try to break balloons but he missed by one. They watched Izuku expertly use a small slingshot to break several bottles, and he won a cute stuffed dog which he passed to Uraraka. They all laughed quietly with knowing before proceeding to the next vendor. Kairi quickly annihilated every can in a row, surprising everyone around her. With a shrug, she reminded them it was just a manner of physics and happily accepted the gift card of 25,000 yen for a store she sometimes stopped in.
The group abandoned the games, pausing for a break at a noodle bar, and buying a couple of rice balls and chicken sticks. The end of the year was nearing, and they ate the rest of the food til they were ready to burst. They walked towards the edge of the street and stood with the rest of the waiting crowd along the bridge that overlooked the river.
"Ten minutes," Momo said wistfully. "It's exciting isn't it? A new year?"
"Yeah..." Kairi said, leaning on the edge of the barrier. "It's my first one I'll be going into with friends. So I'm hoping that's a good sign at the next year will be great."
"We're going to make it great, Cherie!" Yuga declared. Kairi nodded in response.
Shoto dropped his hand, casually touching Kairi's wrist. She looked up to him, with question in her eyes.
"Why don't we move further down? There's less people over there," he asked. His fingers on her wrist shook. Kairi grabbed his hand, tracing her fingers across his palm. They were moist and clammy. She frowned, concern nipping at her.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Kairi."
"There's a better view here though, wouldn't you prefer that?..." She gasped, feeling his hand again. "Are you getting socially anxious too?"
"I'm fine, it's... I'm not used to joining in New Year's is all..."
"I mean me neither but..." Kairi looked across to her friends, laughing together. Just a few more minutes. "Okay. I agree, I would prefer less people. If you're feeling anxious we can move down there too."
"Do you want us to come with?" Tsu asked. Kairi shook her head.
"No! You guys enjoy the view!" she said, taking a hold of Shoto's hand. "I think we need to get away from the crowd a bit. We'll meet you in a bit!"
"Are you sure? We can... Ouch!" Momo looked over at Yuga beside her. "Did you just elbow me?"
"Shhh...!" he smirked. Kairi knitted her brow confused by the action that had just occurred.
"Go on," Yuga said, nodding. The two of them left the group, moving down almost a hundred feet. They were near the end of the bridge and less people gathered there. One family and a couple were standing nearby. The fireworks would not be centered where they stood. However, with their view cast over the drifting water and the explosion of light and color soon to be above their heads, it would still be spectacular.
It was at the moment, it occurred to her how alone they were. There was no buffer between them, no friends to use as a distraction. She was alone, beside him, on what was considered one of the most romantic days of the year. She held her hands behind her back, trying hard to not fiddle in front of her. Her chest felt heavy and still tried to lift her from the ground. It was impossible to settle herself with him nearby. Trained discipline kept her still but inside her were several torrents as play, stretching and pulling to get out and cause destruction.
He swallowed. He had to get this out. Christmas Eve had failed but he couldn't fail now. His mother had told him if he didn't at least say something, he would regret it forever. He had hoped visiting his mother before their Christmas date would give them courage. It hadn't and he failed. Now, he feared if this didn't work, he never would say anything. Shoto turned to face her again, and the pattering in his head sped up again. He wound his fingers together, and then amused himself when he realized he was doing what she always did. He hung his hands at his sides. Shoto breathed in deep, pushing aside those torturous anxieties that plagued him.
"Are you having fun?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah, it's a lot of fun." Her voice was careful.
"Good. I'm glad you came out tonight."
"I am too. Are you having fun?"
"Yeah! I am! Er... I'm glad you... came along. I... said that, didn't I... shit..." Kairi giggled.
"It's okay. I do that too when I'm nervous."
"No, I just mean... It wouldn't be nearly as fun without you here."
Her heart flopped happily.
"Yeah, same. It's more enjoyable with you around."
"Why is that?" he asked. More pulsing. Kairi brushed at the front of her garment, trying to figure out what to do with her hands.
"Because you're my best friend?"
"Oh, yeah. Right..." He formed fists, searching his mind for the next right thing to say. He chewed on the inside of his lip, nerves rolling over him. "Is that... the only reason?"
Shit, he knows, Kairi thought. She placed her hands on the railing of the bridge in front of her, twisting her hands around it. "Uh, I mean you're a fun person and the reason why you're my best friend is..."
"God, I'm such a coward..." he whispered. Instinct forced Kairi to reach forward, grabbing his arm.
"What? Why would you say that? No you're not!"
He tore his hand from her, unable to take the burning of her skin against his anymore. Taking the bit, jumping right in and just doing it as his mother said, he took her hand. Shoto laced his fingers with hers, tightly. He waited for her to pull away, but she didn't. She froze, but he couldn't gauge if it was because he startled her or if she truly didn't mind her hand being held.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." she rasped.
"Kairi..."
"Yes! It's perfectly fine. It's never not been fine." He clenched her hand for strength and then...
"Kairi. Did Christmas Eve feel like a date to you?"
"N-no!" The thundering in her would not stop. It was frantic, and maniacal. An pulsing energy that floating with reckless abandon, refusing to even give her a moment to breathe. Her feet ached with an urge to run, hide from the questions. He knew, he finally knew and there was no way he was going to be happy.
"It's okay," he said. "If you didn't want it to be a date, it doesn't have to be. So it wasn't."
"Did you... think I thought it was a date?" she asked, clutching his hand still. He looked away from her, watching his free hand flex at his side.
"I was... hoping..." he said quietly.
Hoping. Her soul was singing with jubilee, her very own fireworks erupting as elation spun through her.
"Why were you... hoping?" she forced herself to ask. Anticipation dangling in front of her, sweetly pulling her in and dangling delicious curiosity to sit with the hope she was suddenly flooded with.
He clenched his fist.
"I like you. I've liked you for several months. My guess would be since the beach. That's when I started to feel weird, at the aquarium. Maybe it was longer, I'm not sure. And I know you, and you're going to find some way to question what I mean. I mean like you. As in the way Izuku likes Uraraka. I wanted to have a date with you on Christmas Eve but it seemed as if you weren't clear that it was a date. Part of that was my fault, I didn't clarify and I know you need that clarification. But I also don't want you to think it was a date unless you were okay with it. I have... romantic feelings for you, Kairi. It's been badgering me forever and I... I can't hide it from you anymore. I have a crush on you. I don't know what to do with it. I don't know how we're supposed to have the friendship we do now. But I couldn't let it go unsaid."
Everything her was spiraling, dancing wildly with a joy that had never been known before. The others around her were laughing and talking with glee, a side effect from her own feelings. She smiled proudly, ready to receive his confession. Then reality struck her, reminding her why this could never be. He never knew her feelings, because he truly believed them to be his own. Of course. That's how he never knew. This was the danger with her quirk. That someone would believe the feelings to be their own. What a strange sort of love potion her feelings concocted. Depression pulled at her new joy and she dropped his hand.
"You don't have a crush on me."
"But I just..."
"No. You don't. Because I have a crush on you." His feelings halted.
"What?"
"I have a crush on you. It was like, when we returned to school, it was sudden. Obviously it wasn't. I've been developing it for some time but it was so subtle and I was too much of an idiot to not notice. So when we had some time apart and I saw you again it was like I was seeing you with new eyes. What you're feeling is a reflection of how I feel, my own feelings. It isn't you, trust me. This is the thing of I was afraid of, with my quirk. That I would have feelings for someone and they would think they liked me back. But you actually don't."
"I do! Kairi, if I didn't like you, then why do I still have feelings for you when you leave the room? I can't stop thinking about you when I go to bed at night. I get excited to see you in school, when I send you text messages from my house on the other side of town, I like you then. Even when I can't see you, when I'm away from you, you are constantly on my mind. I think of the way your hair smells or the way your eyes glow when you get excited. I think about the feel of the back of your hand, and the sound of your laugh!" How she ached for the truth of his words. The pang, the agony for the longing for everything he said to be his own thoughts and opinions. Her eyes lined with her regret, her pain.
"No. Your emotions around me have tricked you into believing this is how you feel when you're not around me. You've been conditioned to believe this is real. It's a sick, malicious curse that my quirk brings. You've been coerced, manipulated, by own damn emotions. The echoes of them linger with you and begin to brainwash you. You think you like me, but you don't, Shoto. I don't want to lose your friendship, you mean everything to me..." She sniffled forcing the tears back. Her chest cracked open, as if she could feer her heart bleeding out before him. It was amazing how much this actually hurt, physically drawing on her. Stabbing might have been more preferable. "So we need to drop this. You don't like me and in time you will learn this. It's almost midnight so..."
"Trust me, Kairi. I know myself. You have to trust me. If you truly care for me that much you have to trust that I know myself and I know that I am really feeling this."
"When it comes to this..." she shook her head, sniffling. "Shoto... forgive me for getting dark but..."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at our world. Look at the terrible things that happen to people to... women, especially. To your mother. There are people out there who don't need a quirk to... violate people the ways they do. And they still do it. They still resort to vile and despicable means to do such things. I mean, we're trying to stop it, isn't that why we're in school for this? To be heroes to stop these... disgusting acts?" She wiped at the black streak, created by the smudging of her makeup.
"I need you to explain further."
"I'm saying, my quirk carries to power to manipulate, deceive... Let's carry this further. I know this is way too early to discuss but I can't talk about romantic feelings without talking about the possibility of a relationship going further and getting intimate." He blushed.
"... okay."
"I mean, you already know some of this, right? If I wanted sex, desire might be reflected in the other person. They might think they desire me and so they would feel compelled to act on it. When in reality, they don't. But the battle between emotions would fight and they might get confused and think they want it so they would give in. Things would happen and the moment they left, they would regret it. What would that make me, Shoto? That would make me a villain, right?"
"But I know the difference between my feelings and yours! And besides, that isn't you! I know you aren't someone who would use her quirk to hurt others or take something from them or assault them! It's your biggest fear!"
"Exactly!" she sobbed, clutching his hand tightly. "I could never do that, so I don't even want to explore anything like that. If I didn't think myself to be a sexual person, it wouldn't be a big deal maybe but the thing is... I know I am? So I just... I can't Shoto." He looked at the sky, hearing the shouts of people around him counting.
"Kairi, if it was completely one hundred percent what I wanted. And you knew it was what I wanted, there was no doubt in your mind that it was something I wanted... would you let me kiss you?"
"What?!" she said. The drumming in her heart was drowning out every voice. Every voice but his. His sweet, gentle masculine voice. Still holding onto him, her other hand pressed against his chest, feeling the energy that moved quickly. His heart was angry. No, not angry... was it... was it really... real? "I mean, yes if... if it was completely you just wanting it and not my influence. Of course I would. Immediately. Happily."
"Then feel free to shove me a way if you decide you don't want it." Without hesitation, Shoto gripped her closer, leaning into the burn of her palm against his chest. He breathed in her scent, savoring it for a moment. The sky burst with colors as those around them cheered. The clapping served as their background music. He pretended they were celebrating them, his courage, her integrity and her own compassion. The sky glowed, casting colors around their joining. With care, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He tasted her softness, disappearing into their moment.
For the moment, she pushed aside every doubt and every fear. For the first time, her mind cleared of everything. Nothing plagued her, and she disallowed anything from entering her mind. Her focus was on the feel of his lips passionate holding onto hers. Inside, she flipped spiraled, a bursting of activity that reflected the cascade across the sky. Was it the fireworks, or had her emotions spilled over so much they could be audible to everyone in the area?
They pulled away as the cheering continued. He rested his forehead to hers, watching the tears fall into her expansive smile.
"So... that's why they call it fireworks, huh?" she said. He chuckled and pressed another kiss to her, light this time. "What do we do now?"
"Right now?" he said, brushing the top of her hair. "Right now all we have to do is enjoy the fireworks."
Annnddd that's it for a few days friends! I'm going to gone for about three days so I won't get any chapters up then but I wanted to make sure to get this up before I left! I hope you liked it and if you did I would appreciate a review. Of course, no pressure, do what you like! :)