It was the end of summer. As soon as the sun made its way behind the high rises, there was a cool chill in the air. The young silver haired freshman shivered a little as a gust of wind greeted her in the face. Little bumps forming on her skin, she rubbed her arms up and down trying to create some warmth. "You cold?" a male voice caught her attention. Looking up, she was greeted by a boy with messy auburn hair and almond shaped golden orbs. He wore a black track jacket with white stripes running along the arms. His smile was slightly crooked, but it was kind of refreshing.

The boy unzipped the jacket and wrapped it around her body, leaving himself in a white short sleeve t-shirt. "Um, thank you, but I don't want you to feel cold," the girl was about to take the jacket off, but the boy just patted her shoulders and smiled.

"Nah, just keep it! It's against my morals to leave a young lady shivering in the cold. Well, I'll see ya around!" the boy then waved and walked off.

"W-Wait! I forgot to ask your name!" the girl shouted at him.

"It's Suzuki! Suzuki Arata!" The boy shouted back as he ran off.

Suzuki Arata, the girl repeated in her head. She'll have to remember that name if she wants to return this jacket. Since she saw him on campus, he should be a student here, right? He also said he'll see her around...

"Hey Miko-chan! Whatcha standing here for?" Suddenly she felt a pat on her back. Kamiko gasped as she turned around, only to find her friend Akemi standing behind her. Akemi raised a brow at Kamiko, her head tilting a little as she studied the jacket her friend was wearing. "Where'd you get the jacket?"

"Some guy gave it to me," Kamiko answered.

"Hah? Some guy?"

Kamiko nodded. "He said his name is Suzuki Arata, or something like that."

For the next few days, Kamiko continued to carry the washed jacket around in a bag, hoping to find the boy who had lent it to her that day. On the fifth day, Kamiko sat on the bench next to the koi pond at the heart of the campus. She let out a sigh as she stared at the fish swimming close to the surface. "I wonder where he is...Suzuki Arata..."

"You called?" a familiar voice rung in her ear. Kamiko whirled around, her silver orbs meeting a pair of golden ones. Arata's face lit up at the sight of Kamiko. "Ah! It's you!"

"Ahhh! I finally found you!" Kamiko exclaimed as she shot up, pointing at the red haired boy. Arata pointed to himself wide eyed, seemingly confused. Then, Kamiko pushed the bag in her hand towards him. "Your jacket! I've been meaning to give it back!"

"Oh!" Taking the bag from her, Arata smiled. "You really didn't have to."

"No no, I have to. Thank you so much for the other day," Kamiko bowed at the red haired boy.

The boy's eyes narrowed at the girl, his lips curling upward into that refreshing crooked grin. "I never caught your name."

"I'm Iki Kamiko. First year." The girl returned the smile politely.

Arata placed his right hand out towards her. "Suzuki Arata, also first year! Nice to meet you!" Kamiko gently placed her hand in his. The boy's grip tightened as he gave her a firm shake.

Since then, the two of them happened to run into each other quite often around campus. Arata majors in Japanese History. Because of him, Kamiko and her friends started hanging out a lot with the guys from the history department.

Arata and Kamiko, however, seemed to take a special interest in each other. "Is that your sketchbook?" Arata pointed to the black notebook in Kamiko's hand as they were walking towards the 5th teaching building.

"Yeah, you interested?" Kamiko asked with a playful smirk.

"Kinda," the redhead admitted.

"It's full of sketches of hot guys, if that's what you're interested in," Kamiko chuckled.

Arata's eyes widened for a second, then a mischievous smirk made its way to his lips. "Oh? Am I in there then?"

A flirtatious smile spread itself over Kamiko's face. She leaned towards the auburn haired male. "Do you want to be in there?" Arata leaned back as her face drew closer. Pink dusted over his cheeks, and his eyes widened just so slightly. Kamiko let out a victorious chuckle, but shortly after she thought she had successfully made the boy fluster, Arata placed his index finger under her chin, tilting her face upward.

"It would be an honor," he said in an almost whisper, but loud enough for Kamiko to hear. Gulping loudly, Kamiko felt a tight squeeze in her chest as her cheeks started to fluster. For the first time in the 18 years she was alive, Kamiko felt her heart skip a beat for someone in real life.

In the course of the next few weeks, all of Kamiko's friends have been teasing her, saying she and Arata are so cute together. Kamiko too, felt something special between her and the auburn haired boy. He was so bright, so energetic, and always smiling. The more comfortable they got with each other the more they started to flirt. It has become increasingly obvious that they have feelings for each other, so Kamiko simply waited for the right time to bring up the idea of starting a relationship. That was until the last day of their second semester of freshman year.

"Miko hurry up! Let's go!" Akemi called as they headed out the campus. Their friend group had planned to spend the entire night at the karaoke that night to celebrate the end of their freshman year.

Kamiko giggled excitedly as she and her friends walked to the karaoke a block away from school. After arriving at the karaoke, they rented a room for the next four hours. An hour into the partying, however, Kamiko felt the urge to relieve herself, so she went to the bathroom. After coming out of the bathroom, Kamiko walked down the hall towards her karaoke room while wiping her hand on her handkerchief. Halfway down the hall, however, she saw a familiar silhouette of an auburn haired boy.

"Arata?" Kamiko muttered. He faced away from her, and was walking with a group of people she didn't know. He had his hand around a brown haired girl's waist, so Kamiko thought for sure that isn't him, until they turned into the karaoke room across hers, and she saw his profile.

For a good two minutes Kamiko stood there, unable to process the information. Arata had already disappeared into the karaoke room, but she was still staring at that place he just stood. There was a strange feeling in her gut, a churning sensation. Every hair on her body was telling her that she should just ignore what she saw, that if she went to check on them she'd end up regretting. However, a voice inside her that hungered for truth urged her to move forward.

Each step she took felt like walking on thin ice. Her steps were light as a feather, and despite all the music in blasting around her, she still feared that someone might hear her.

She didn't look through the window on the door, instead she placed her ear close and listened. They have yet to put something on, and they were just talking. "Arata, you haven't hung out with us in a while. I really missed you," Kamiko heard the voice of a female, most likely the one that was with the auburn haired boy.

"I've been busy too you know. The finance professor assigns a shit ton of homework!" Arata groaned.

"But I saw you hang out with a bunch of art students. There's this grey haired girl... Is she your new play thing?"

Kamiko's eyes widened. Play thing? What is she talking about?

"Hey now, the hell do you mean by play thing? When have I ever treated women like play things?" Arata demanded.

"I mean, you never settle down with one woman. How long has it been since you've had a proper girlfriend? Or could it be, you're serious about her?"

Arata paused for a while. It was a little hard to hear, since there were other people talking as well, so Kamiko leaned her ear closer to the crack of the door.

"Kamiko? Nah. She's cute, I'll admit, but not extraordinary. No... Rather, she's extraordinary in her own way..." Arata chuckled.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"At first I thought she was kinda refreshing. I've never been with a girl that does arts, so it was kinda interesting. She's nice, and chill, but she has this obsession with anime, and it's kind of a turn off."

"Uwah... So she's an otaku?" the girl replied with disgust in her voice.

Kamiko breathed out, her eyes slowly closing as she continued to listen to what they have to say, even though she knew where the conversation was going.

"Yeah. Apparently she draws manga too, not to mention they're BL," Arata replied. The boy leaned back on the sofa and lit a cigarette. As he recalled the smiling face of the silver haired art student, the corners of his lips tugged upward unconsciously. He couldn't help but admit, Kamiko is indeed different, from any of the girls he's hooked up with. She's honest, confident, doesn't try to act innocent, but at the same time she doesn't seem very experienced. She's open with her obsession over anime, and although otakus are indeed looked down upon in society, saying she's a turn off isn't exactly true. Now that Arata thought about it, he actually kinda likes Kamiko, more than the girl he's currently with at least.

"Ew, so she's a fujoshi too?! Lame!" the girl next to him cringed. Arata inhaled deeply on his cigarette, his mind trailing to the silver haired girl. He let out a soft hum in response, for he didn't quite hear what she said. Now that he thought about it, there's nothing wrong about drawing BL manga. It's certainly weird at first, but considering how BL is actually quite a popular genre, shouldn't Kamiko be considered normal?

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Arata said as he got up from the seat. He needed to clear his head a little. However, once he got out of the karaoke room, his eyes widened. The girl who was on his mind just a second ago was standing right in front of him, leaning against the wall next to the door he just came out of. "K-Kamiko..." The cigarette slipped from between his lips and fell to the ground. How long has she been standing there? Why is she here in the first place? Hoe much did she hear? Sweat trickled down his temple as questions raced through his head.

"I don't like guys who smoke," Kamiko said.

"Huh?" Caught off guard by her sudden and random statement, Arata didn't know how to respond. A fee seconds later he finally snapped out of it and put out the cigarette by stepping on it. "K-Kamiko, I-"

"Don't like fujoshis. I understand. Most people don't anyways. It's nothing new. In fact, I'm relieved. At least it's better than ending up as one of your play things," Kamiko chuckled as she pushed herself off of the wall she was leaning on.

"Kamiko that's not-"

"Have fun with your friends. See ya." The silver haired girl cut him off. She walked into the karaoke room across from his. Arata stared at the door to her karaoke room. He could see her friends on the inside, singing on the top of their lungs, releasing all the pent up stress from the semester.

This was fine. It's not like he particularly liked her anyways. He's not interested in otakus, and there are plenty of girls who love being his friends with benefits. He shouldn't care about a random girl that he doesn't even have feelings for.

But why are tears gliding down his cheeks?

...

After getting their drinks from the barista, Shinsou and Kamiko sat down at a table located at the corner of the cafe. Because Shinsou was more or less an underground hero, he didn't need to worry about the media as much. "So I heard you got attacked by Nomus, anything happened since?" Shinsou asked.

"No. Katsuki and the others is still on the search for them, but right now they don't really have a lead," Kamiko replied. Her fingers brushed on the coffee cup, up and down, feeling its heat.

Shinsou stared at Kamiko. When he first met her, she seemed so carefree and kind of aloof. She had the look as if nothing in this world could get to her, but once he got to know her he realized that she actually had a lot of insecurities. She would always look downward whenever something is weighing on her mind, so Shinsou decided to ask, "Is it about Bakugou?"

"What?"

"The thing that's bothering you."

Kamiko stared at Shinsou for a few seconds. She almost forgot that he could practically read what's on her mind. He's always been able to somehow know what's bothering her, and even after all these years that hasn't changed. A soft smile made its way to her lips as she nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"You know I've been meaning to ask since last time I saw you at Musutafu. What's going on between you and Bakugou? I thought he hated you."

"You know... I don't even think I know what's going on between us..."

Bakugou's brows furrowed when he saw Rubber Girl in the middle of the street shaking hands with fans. She literally just debuted, haven't even solved more than ten cases, and she's already been on three interviews and building a fanbase amongst horny teenagers. The heroes have barely built up stability and trust in the civilians, and already there are people like her who are trying to bring back the concept of idol heroes. It disgusts him.

From the corner of her ryes, Rubber Girl spots Bakugou and waved her arms at him. "Ground Zero! Hiiii!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes and started walking away. He wanted nothing to do with that third rate, yet a few seconds later she was in his face. "Hi!" she said once more, a big smile plastered on her face. Her eyeliner was unnecessarily thick, and it was more than obvious that her lashes were fake.

Now that I think about it, Kamiko never wears heavy makeup, Bakugou thought. He never really thought much about appearance before, but he only just now started noticing these things. Kamiko doesn't have those long, luscious eye lashes that girls think are so pretty, but if you get close enough to her you'd see that her lashes are a beautiful silver, just like her hair and eyes. She doesn't have vibrant hair or stunning features. From time to time she'd wake up with a messy bedhead and swollen eyelids, but even as a mess, she was still better looking than this fake hero in front of him.

"What do you want?" Bakugou demanded.

"Where are you going?" Rubber girl asked.

"None of your business." Bakugou pushed right past her and started walking down the street. However, the girl kept following him which only annoyed the pro-hero. "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" At that moment he suddenly recalled his days back in high school, when Kirishima and Kaminari would just follow him for no reason. Now they even followed him to his pro-hero agency. However, he didn't mind them following him. As much as he isn't willing to admit it, Bakugou actually enjoys their company. This bitch, however, was another story.

"I'm just trying to learn my way around!" Rubber Girl chirped.

"You've been through internships and sidekick days you know what to do. So get lost!" Bakugou shouted at her.

"Why do you have to be so mean senpai?"

Bakugou growled at her. "I'm not your fucking senpai!"

"Yes, you technically are. You're the senpai in the field of hero work. I'm just trying to learn from you," she leaned forward, intentionally squeezing her breasts between her arms.

Bakugou was about to blast his explosions at her, but from his peripheral vision, he saw a lock of silver hair. Eyes widening, he looked to the left. There, he saw Kamiko, sitting behind the window of the cafe across the street. She was facing away from the window, but Bakugou could immediately tell it was her. What is she doing out here?!

As Bakugou's attention was caught by the silver haired artist, none of what Rubber Girl said went through his head. Soon, the new hero realized that the blonde in front of him wasn't paying attention so she followed the direction of his line of sight and landed on a lock of silver hair.

Just as she was about to ask if Bakugou knew the girl, he charged towards the cafe, answering her unasked question.