I got to the office a little earlier then I planned on. Shitty hair was there. And decided that he was just gonna come sit at my desk instead of his own.

"Your phone broken?"
"No" I'm already completely uninterested in this conversation
"You didn't answer my text all day yesterday"

'Whats your point?.. I wasn't in the mood for your shit"
"Damn, what's got your panties in a bunch? Didn't get any ass this weekend?"
"Not that it is any of your business but I did"
"Okayyyyy, was it bad? Was she into some super weird shit? Did she end up being a he and you are ashamed you actually liked it"
"I will literally throw you out of the fucking window Kirishima!"
I let out a long exhale…. " I ran into that girl from the noodle place again. Had a great night but she was gone when I woke up, and I'm pretty sure she's stealing my clothes"

"You've got to be joking right?" Kirishima is stunned.

"I wish I were"

"So she really just had her way with you and then just leaves, with your clothes" he looked at me with udder confusion.

I put my hands on the back of my head and lean back in my seat, "Yep" it does sound so ridiculous.

"The worst part about it is haven't even figured out her name… I just keep calling her cheeks"

The situation really can't be any weirder. Especially when its laid all out. I run into a girl randomly, bring her home with NO INTENTIONS of screwing her, manage to screw her, then she disappears in the morning with my clothes.

"Maybe she's keeping your shirts like trophies?" The red head asks.

I mean that would kinda make sense I guess. "Yeah maybe. Maybe she thinks I wouldn't let her take my shirts with her if she left while I was actually aware of her leaving"

"would you?"

"Hell no" I guess I answered that question… I mean if that was the reason she was leaving.

A couple weeks have gone by. And I haven't seen or run into her since. I have brought other girls home, but they seem to still be there when I get up. Which is unfortunate. Then I have to make small talk, promise to call them but never do. That's kinda just how my life has been for so long. One night stands are what I do. And never the same girl twice. At least not on purpose. But she bumped into my life not once but twice, and now I'm hoping she'd find her way in a third time... or maybe even permanently. A water bottle just hit me square in the head. I can feel the blood rushing to my face in anger "DUNCE FACE ILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" It became a game of cat and mouse around the office and then the boss walks outta her office and clothes lines Kaminari. I stopped just before I hit her arm. There's only one person that scared me in this world and it was her. Her wrath rivaled my mother's *shudders*

"YOU TWO ARE GROWN ASS MEN! KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF! Krist you two give me a migraine. At least one of you is good at your job which is why I haven't fired you yet. The other *She shoots a look to Kaminiar* is just pathetic…. Go get me some damn coffee Denki!" He gets up off the floor and rushes off. I sat back at my desk and finished up whatever trivial paperwork I had to do.

Wednesday night I decided to leave the office and head out and grab a burger. The only place I'm willing to grab one from is about a 5 minute walk from my office. I head out towards the restaurant. When I look up I spot a very distinctive head.

"Decided on a burger too?"
"No, I came for a bowl of ramen"

Todoroki sat down at his table first. I decided to sit on the opposite side of the restaurant. After the waitress brings my food over, I decide to pick it up and go sit over there with half and half. "Did you need something?" "Shut up" We ate in silence for most of the meal. One of the few things I liked about him is I never have to have unwanted conversations. We could just sit in silence and it was fine. Well most of the time apparently

"So why aren't you out with the "Baku-squad?"

"I didn't want to, what does it matter?"
"It doesn't"

We leave the burger place and head towards the train station, where we parted ways. Not so much as a goodbye. Which was perfectly fine with me. I've got my head down, AirPods in just sitting in complete silence when someone decides to plop down next to me. "The fuck! The whole car is empty!" When I look up my eyes meet a little round face with brown eyes. "Cheeks!" I say a little louder then I meant to. She tilted her head to the side "Hey" This girl is going to be the death of me.

"So how bout we skip the 'I'm clumsy and lost and forgot my keys story' and I just invite you back to my place?"
"okay" she shrugged her shoulders like that was her plan all along.

She slipped her hand in mine, I tried to retract it instinctively but she held on a little tighter and I decided there was no point in fighting it. We rode the rest of the way to my place that way. When we got to my apartment door she finally let go of my hand and waltzed right in. I rolled my eyes but it really didn't bother me. She took her shoes off and then walked to the fridge grabbed two bottles of water out and grabbed my TV remote and turned the tv on after sitting down in MY spot. All while I'm left standing at the door still trying to figure out what the fuck is actually going on.

As the evening started to wind down I could see her starting to doze off. I asked her if she wanted a shirt again, and she said yes. Just like last time she started changing in the middle of the living room. "Whats for dinner?" She calls over to me while I'm in the kitchen. "This aint a fucking restaurant. I just ate, I don't know what the fuck you're going to eat" She got up from the couch and opened my fridge and started taking out ingredients. Guess its a good thing I went to the grocery store the other day. She grabbed some carrots, peas, eggs, rice from the pantry and other various ingredients. I'm standing there, just watching her move. I point to where things are when she asks. My brain is so confused. I'm torn between what the actual fuck is happening and I'm really enjoying what she's doing. She ended up making fried rice. She keeps shoving things in my mouth for me to taste. Its pretty good. Not nearly spicy enough. So I walk over to the fridge and grab the spicy sauce off the door and I go to add it to the rice. "FAT CHANCE" she swatted the bottle out of my hand causing it to go flying, thankfully I have pretty sharp reflexes so I dodged over to where it was about to hit the counter and caught it with one hand. "THE FUCK" I can feel the vein in my temple about to pop "You don't add flavor to someone else's cooking!" "YOU DON'T WALK INTO SOMEONES HOME AND START COOKING LIKE YOU LIVE HERE!" I about lost my shit when she turned around and pushed me out of my own god damn kitchen! WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS! But then she patted me on the butt and handed me a beer and said go sit down. My brain couldn't even process that. So for one of the first times in my life, I did as I was told with no argument.

This woman really has me questioning everything. She finished up cooking and walked over to the couch and handed me a plate, with the bottle of hot sauce. "I told you I just ate" "Don't care, eat up" Whatever, I throw some hot sauce on it and dig in. It was super fucking delicious. When she had her fill she got up and took both plates to the kitchen and started cleaning up. Then she headed towards the back of the apartment. A few minutes goes by and she calls out "I'm going to bed! Are you coming?!" Huh… really. I look at my watch and its 10:45.I guess its late enough. I go in the bathroom, change outta my work day clothes and brush my teeth and go to grab the pillow off the bed. "Where are you going?" "Um the couch. It's where I usually sleep when you're here" She rolled her eyes at me and patted the bed beside her. I climb Into the bed next to her. She was laying on the inside of the bed by the wall. I climbed in, made sure the alarm was set on my phone, set it down on the side table and just relaxed. I had my hands behind my head. She moved closer and laid her head on my chest. Her hair smells like cookies. She started poking my arm. I shifted it thinking maybe it was making her uncomfortable. Then she started poking it harder " OI what do you want? I can't move it out of the way anymore!" She didn't even look up, but she patted her side then poked me again. I got it. I put my arm around her and grabbed her arm gently. She pressed into me more and I found myself mindlessly running my thumb up and down her arm. It was quiet in my room. I didn't have the fan on like I normally do. I could feel her breathing against my chest. Her hands spread out. She's finally dozed off.

This girl was a lot of firsts for me. I never intentionally bring someone home more than once. I NEVER allow someone to cook in my kitchen, I NEVER think about anyone after they left, I damn sure don't let anyone talk to me the way she did, and I certainly didn't let chicks sleep over without fucking them. But here she is. Having blown past almost every barrier I put up. And I was completely alright with all of it.

I can hear the beep beep beep of my alarm. I slowly open my eyes. The bed is empty. Damnit. I roll over and turn the alarm off. Rub the sleep out of my eyes. Slowly get up and head to the bathroom. I take a shower then brush my teeth. I then put a change of clothes on so I can get ready for work. When I head into the living room there is food sitting on the kitchen table. A rice omelet. Then I hear the sound of water in the kitchen. I turn my head around the corner and there is a girl at the kitchen sink washing dishes.

"You're still here?"
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"No no, you just always leave before I get up"
"I wanted to stay this time"
"Good" I look down at the table. She's still wearing my shirt but she put her jeans back on. "How bout you just stay….. permanently"
She shrugged and smiled at me "Okay"