Ahahah, what's up? It's uhhhhh been a bit. I've fallen into the fanfic writer hole where I just never update anymore, and that's my bad. I've been pretty busy, like most people are, and just haven't been getting to this. I almost finished it not too long ago, but I had trouble writing the last few scenes, and I hope you see why. Anyway, I fully intend to continue writing this, so until I say that I'm done, or I actually finish the story (I honestly don't know what that would look like, but hey, maybe we'll find out), you can expect an update... eventually.
In other news, you might notice that I've changed my name. It's still me, though I don't think that was the question. Long story short, someone that I knew found my account on accident. And not like, an online friend kinda someone, someone that I know in person, so that was awkward. She said "wait is this you?" and so I had to say "now wait just a minute, let's not make any assumptions here" and explain that yes, it is me, and no, it's not that weird. So anyway, because my account was easily found and tied to me, I changed my name to prevent any other incidents(tm) from happening. I guess that means that I'm embarrassed about this? Just enough that I don't want people in my life to know about it.
In any case, enough rambling from me, I really hope you enjoy this chapter! ^w^
Bakugou laid on his bed, arms folded behind his head and he struggled with his thoughts. He couldn't stop replaying his battle against Midoriya, looping the things he said.
"I'm gonna show you what the name Deku means!"
"Kacchan… you've always been ahead of me."
"How many times did you beat on me while I was helpless?"
"I can keep to my ideals and still win!"
"How many times did I beg you to stop?"
"You're still a level above me."
"And how many times did you keep going?"
"It's no wonder that I think of you when I think of victory."
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry…" he choked out. "But that's not enough. Nothing I can do will ever be enough. Fuck! What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this?! Why do I care about stupid fucking Deku now?
"Now?
"Have I always…? I pitied him for wanting to be a hero without a quirk, that's for sure. It pissed me off! He was so fucking persistent about it! So goddamn naive. No matter how many times I told him though… that bastard never gave up. And look at him now, he has a powerful fucking quirk and… he actually beat me. The little shit actually beat me. He's fucking determined for sure. I guess… I guess I always admired that about him. He's idealistic to a fault, but that hasn't stopped him before. Even after all the shit that I pulled on him, he kept coming back to me. I don't fucking get it! Who would do that?!" Bakugou sat up and wiped his puffy eyes. He swung his legs over his bed and planted his elbows onto his knees, leaning forwards to hold his head in his hands.
"Why the fuck did I do that to him? I'm such a shit person. I failed to consider that he was still human. I… I failed… Even if I think he's naive, he still had his own dream to follow. Who the fuck am I to get in the way of that? I… guess I just wanted to prove that I was better than him. Everyone in my life just tells me how great I am, even him, and… and they only saw me for my quirk. But he still treated me as an equal. It… scared me. I thought that he was looking down on me by treating me like that, but he was just treating me like a real person when no one else would. And I fucking pushed him away! I treated him like subhuman scum because I was afraid! Fucking hell…! What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?!
"I can't get that scar out of my mind. Motherfucker…! Goddammit! It fucking hurts… my chest… it hurts so fucking much… I can't imagine it hurts nearly as bad as that burn… Shit!"
Bakugou dropped to the floor, clasping his chest and struggling to breathe. He dry heaved a few times before falling onto his side and crying violently.
He wept for a while before his breathing became more steady and he wiped his eyes again. He stumbled to his feet and checked the clock. "6:32pm. Dinner's probably already started, those assholes will be expecting me… fuckin' hell."
He drank some water from his nightstand and took a few deep breaths before quietly slipping out of his dorm and into the bathroom. After washing his face and making sure there wasn't any evidence of what just happened on his face, he walked down to the common area, where everyone was eating. He made his way to where the food was, going generally undetected. Everyone was sitting at different tables, occupied with their own conversations and affairs. That is, until…
"Hey! Bakugou! How's it hangin' pal?" Kaminari called, sitting with Kirishima and Sero.
"… Shut up," Bakugou whispered. He started back at Kaminari with a hollow gaze.
"Hey, Bakugou?" Kirishima looked up at him. "Are you… doing okay?"
"I'm fine," he retorted immediately. He grabbed his food off of the counter and walked towards the stairs.
"Wait, you're not going to eat with us?" Kaminari asked.
"No." Bakugou left.
Midoriya watched from his table as Bakugou snuck back up the stairs. He was sitting with Asui, Uraraka, and Iida. He wore a concerned expression as his eyes left Bakugou and returned to them.
"I think something's wrong with Kacchan," he stated firmly.
"Ribbit, why do you say that?"
"I've never seen him like this, he seems bothered by something. And he's quiet."
"Now that's strange," Uraraka chuckled.
Midoriya contemplated getting up to follow Bakugou, but by the time he decided to do it, Bakugou was long gone and Midoriya backed down. After dinner finished and everyone left for their rooms, Midoriya paced around his room, trying to think of how he should approach the situation with Bakugou.
… … …
Tsu: Mina
Tsu: Please come to my room
Mina: AAAHH OK BE RIGHT THERE
Tsu: I need to talk to you about something important
Asui flopped onto her bed and put her pillow over her face. "Well, now's the time. I've gotta confront this head-on. I'm finally gonna confess to Izuku. Might as well talk to the expert on the matter, she is the one who convinced me to take action after all." There was a knock at her door. "Well, now's the time, I suppose." Asui rose to her feet and answered the door.
"Aah!" Ashido squealed excitedly. "Tsu! What's happening?! You can tell me! C'mon, tell me!"
"Well yes Mina, that's why I asked you over," Asui said, "I need your help."
"With what? Aaah with what?!"
"With Izuku, ribbit. I'm going to ask him out soon and I want your advice."
Ashido squealed again, "No way! This is so exciting! Well you asked for the right gal! Let's get started!"
Asui sat down in her desk chair as Ashido jumped onto her bed, "So where do we start?"
"Well let's start with the obvious, how do you want to tell him?" Ashido leaned in to hear her answer.
"Ribbit, what do you mean? 'Izuku I like you, will you be my boyfriend?' What more do I need to say?"
"What?!" Ashido looked horrified. "That's so boring! Where's the romance? Where's the drama? There's no pizzazz in that! You have to spice it up!"
Asui paused for a moment. "Really? You think so?" She felt conflicted on the matter. While she didn't think that any more fanfare was needed, she also trusted Ashido's judgment. She did ask to talk to her about it for a reason.
"Of course! You've gotta have a smooth pick up line to knock him off his feet! Oh, and maybe compliment him before! Yeah, really butter him up for it!"
Asui hummed pensively, taking in what Ashido said. "Yeah, I see what you mean. What next?"
"Well next we have to decide where you wanna ask him. Oh, and what you're gonna wear!"
"Oh, I was thinking of asking him after school. Would our uniform not be enough?"
"Not at all, you've gotta look your best! This is a big moment, you've gotta knock his socks off. We can talk about your outfit later though, where do you want to tell him?"
Asui was compelled to say something along the lines of "outside the dorms" or "in front of the classroom", but knowing that Ashido wouldn't like that, she thought about her answer.
"What about the school garden? I've heard that place is scenic."
"Oh my gosh that's perfect!" Ashido leapt up to her feet and cheered. "Now you're getting it!"
Asui smiled slightly at her friend's excitement. "You really know a lot about this Mina."
"Well of course I do," Ashido wore a confident grin, "romance is right up my alley after all!"
"Well then why are you still single?" Asui teased.
"W-well coaches don't play the game!" Ashido retorted.
"Isn't that what people say to hide the fact that they failed, ribbit?" Asui asked.
"Ah— well, that's…!" Ashido desperately tried to think of a response that would get her out of this situation. As it turns out, she could not. "Ahh, well you didn't have to call me out on it…"
"I'm sorry," Asui placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you'll find someone great, it's only a matter of time."
Ashido smiled at her friend, "Thanks Tsu, I'm glad you think so."
She cleared her throat and motioned for Asui to stand up with her, "Okay, now let's practice!"
"Practice, ribbit?"
"Yeah! I'll pretend to be Midoriya and you ask me out!" Ashido smiled a bit too widely.
"Oh. Alright." Asui didn't think much of this exercise and turned to look Ashido dead in the eye. As she started to speak, she felt the words get stuck in her throat and her face heat up. "Um. So are we starting now?"
"Whenever you're ready!" Ashido kept her broad smile as she watched Asui's face burn a deeper red.
"Right. Okay." She thought that she would be more confident than this, but she felt herself crumbling when she was face-to-face with confessing her feelings. "Umm… Izuku. Hey."
"Hey!" Ashido responded immediately, attempting to lower her voice to sound more like Midoriya. Asui jumped a bit, not expecting her to say anything. She took a deep breath and returned to the task at hand.
"So… how are you today, ribbit?"
"I'm doing great!" Ashido continued her fake deep voice, "Wanna talk about heroes? I heard there was a new All Might brand clothing line that came out today! I already bought ten!"
Asui giggled at her impression of Midoriya, "Well, I was wondering…" she stopped when she realized that she didn't have a pick up line like Ashido wanted. "Hey Mina, what's a good line to use to ask him out?"
"Oh, that's right!" Ashido turned around and started thinking. "What would be a good line for you? Hmm…"
Asui sat back down in her chair and thought about everything she had talked about with Ashido, "A pick up line, fancy clothes, and a special place? This all seems to be excessive. I know this is supposed to be a big moment, but being so over-the-top… doesn't feel like me. It's all looks, that's the only point. Being flashy is Mina's style, I don't think it works that well for me. Maybe I shouldn't do all this extra stuff and just ask him directly. I could do that right now. Yeah… yeah! I could just ask him right now!"
Just as Ashido seemed like she decided on something, Asui hopped out of her seat and made her way to the door, "Thanks for the help Mina, ribbit! I think I'm ready to ask Izuku out now." She opened the door and walked out.
"That's great to hear!" Ashido cheered, feeling accomplished. "Wait… where are you going?"
"I said I'm ready," Asui replied firmly and started walking towards the stairs.
"W-wait, you aren't going there right now, are you?" Ashido ran out the door to follow her, but she was already gone by that time.
… … …
There was a knock at Midoriya's door.
He had been sitting on his bed, his mind burning with a storm of conflicts. From working on mastering One for All, to thinking about Asui, to everything that's happened between him and Bakugou recently, Midoriya felt like he was being suffocated by these matters. They simply felt insurmountable. He was just one person, and yet he was meant to shoulder all of these burdens. From the troubles of his past, to his relations in the present, to his worries for the future, Midoriya felt crushed under the stresses of his life.
He shook his head and stumbled to his feet, trying his best to clear his mind as he stepped up to the door and turned the knob.
Behind the door was Bakugou.
"O-oh!" Midoriya stuttered. "Kacchan, what brings you here?"
"Can it Deku, let me in."
Midoriya stepped out of the way so Bakugou could walk in. Neither of them sat down. Midoriya shifted his weight between his feet as he drowned in the silence.
"Tell me."
Midoriya turned to him.
"Why did you keep following me?"
"What do you mean?" Midoriya was confused, and looked at Bakugou with great concern, understanding that something wasn't right.
"When we were kids. Even though I put you through hell, you kept following me. Why?"
"That's easy," Midoriya chuckled dryly, "I admired you. You were the exact image of what I want to be. A-and you still are… maybe I thought that your talent would rub off on me, I don't know… all I know is that you were someone that I wanted to keep in my life. So I kept chasing after you, no matter what."
Bakugou was silent.
"…K-Kacchan?"
Bakugou started crying.
Midoriya felt his stomach flip, "Kacchan! W-what's wrong?" He watched Bakugou drop to his knees and clasp his own head almost violently, staring down at nothing.
"I-I'm sorry…"
"I don't understand, what's—" Midoriya was interrupted by Bakugou's ragged breathing tearing through his speech.
"I'm— I'm sorry…! Fuck… I'm sorry Deku… I'm so sorry…"
Midoriya looked at his friend sobbing in front of him and got down on his knees to match his level, "Hey, it's okay! I—"
"No! It's not okay! What the fuck are you saying? You're supposed to be angry! I abused you for fucking years! I'm a shit person! Why aren't you pissed at me? I don't get it! I don't fucking get it!"
"What?" Midoriya was in shock. Bakugou was pouring out his emotions in front of him for the first time ever. "You're… a great person. That's why I look up to you… I won't lie, you've done some terrible things… That much is true. But… that's in the past. We're always moving forward, right?"
"I don't want your fucking pity…! I don't deserve it… So cut the 'holier than thou' shit! Give me my retribution already…!"
Feeling slightly nauseous, Midoriya took a step back, "Is that… really how you see me? I'm not looking down on anyone, Kacchan, and I'm not saying this to hold the moral high ground. If I was really angry at you for what you've done, I think that things between us would be different. We wouldn't be having this talk right now. But I'm not angry at you. I'll concede, I'm angry about what you did to me… it's been hell trying to get here… a-and I've really considered giving up before… but I'm past that now, I don't feel that way anymore. I guess I was just upset at my circumstances more than anything. But that doesn't matter now. I'm finally on track to fulfilling my dream… I don't have much to be upset about."
"Bullshit, bastard. Don't lie to me. Where's the Deku from that goddamn training exercise then? He seemed pretty fuckin' angry at me! He… you…"
Bakugou's struggling voice hung in the air as he choked on his tears. Midoriya scowled slightly, "I was angry at you because you were still looking down at me. I thought that you would see me differently now that I have a quirk…" He watched as Bakugou began pulling himself together, quickly and discreetly wiping his eyes and standing up. Once he regained his composure, he stared Midoriya down, wearing a much more passive, gentle glare than he usually did.
"Yeah, my whole life I've been told that I'm destined for greatness because of my quirk. It consumed me. I thought that people only mattered as much as their quirk did… because I'm a fucking monster. But knowing the shit I've done to you… seeing the scar on your back… I'm still a shit person, no matter how strong my quirk is."
"Kacchan, stop being so hard on yourself. You're more than just your mistakes, they don't define you like that. You… you came to talk to me about it… to apologize… I'm really happy you decided to do that. You're making an effort to make amends… so thank you for that." Midoriya fidgeted for a moment, running through his thoughts. "I know that maybe you don't want to hear this, but… I forgive you."
"You shouldn't."
"You're still doing it. There's no need to be so harsh with yourself. You—" There was a knock at the door. Both Bakugou and Midoriya froze.
Midoriya shook off the shock and stepped up to the door.
"Hi Izuku," Asui said a little shakily, "Can I—" she then saw Bakugou standing in the room. His eyes were red and puffy. She lost all confidence at that moment and backed down, "Oh, I see that you're busy, I-I'll be going—" she was cut off by Bakugou pushing past Midoriya and her, leaving the room.
"I was just leaving, you guys can go make out or whatever the fuck…"
Bakugou walked away quietly, leaving Midoriya and Asui with the tense air left from the previous conversation.
"…"
"…"
After realizing that they were standing in the doorway awkwardly, Midoriya regained his senses and ushered Asui into his room and closed the door, "S-sorry about that, Kacchan came in to talk unexpectedly…"
"To talk?" Asui asked hesitantly. "I didn't know he could hold a conversation, ribbit." Despite making jokes, she was falling apart inside, trying to shake off the heavy atmosphere and rebuild the nearly unstoppable confidence that she carried on her way there. Above all else, she was working to maintain her composure in front of the boy she was trying to ask out.
Midoriya laughed, "Yeah, I'm just as surprised." He stared at Asui for a moment and noticed something was off about her. Despite her expression being unnoticeably unchanging to most people, he studied her face, maybe a bit longer than he should've. Her brows were furrowed slightly, there were a few droplets of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes seemed unfocused.
Asui took a few deep breaths to prepare herself, unaware of Midoriya's watchful eyes analyzing her. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Midoriya started speaking first.
"Do you want to sit down?" he gestured to his bed as he sat down in his chair. After being cut off, all of her confidence shattered again and she slowly took a seat on the edge of his bed. "So what did you need? You seem a little…" Midoriya took another look at her, "distressed."
Asui froze, knowing that she wasn't doing a very good job at hiding her emotions. She fought between committing to confessing to him and leaving immediately. She felt that she might as well go for it, having already made it this far. At the same time, she walked in on something important in Midoriya's life, and she didn't want to distract him from that. She even considered that perhaps the latter reason was just an excuse to let her leave. In the end, she took a deep breath to try and gather herself before speaking.
"Ah, well," she croaked anxiously, "…it's nothing really. I should get going, ribbit, don't want to bother you." She started to get up, but Midoriya waved his hands at her.
"Wait, wait! What do you mean? You're my best friend Tsuyu, you don't bother me at all. Are you feeling alright? Something's off." He watched her break eye contact and look down. "You came here for something, right? If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, I can't force you. But I'm here to listen if you need someone to talk to." He smiled at her.
Asui looked back at him and felt her heart melt. His compassion was too much for her, and she responded quickly, "Th-thank you. There is something I want to talk to you about, but it's hard to bring up…"
"That's okay," Midoriya kept smiling, "take all the time you need."
"I might have to, with how things are going…" Asui's mind was ablaze, her thoughts burning through her mind as she tried once more to build the courage to tell him how she felt. She tried to recall the confidence she carried with her while walking to his dorm. It felt so fleeting, like she could never feel that bold again. She accepted that she could never reassume the entirety of that boundless confidence that brought her to Midoriya's room, but tried to find anything that could bring the words out of her mouth.
The world was starting to slow down around Asui as she worked to steady her uneven breathing. Midoriya looked at her with such concern, his eyes focused directly onto her, like she was all that mattered in his life. It was such a genuine expression, and it comforted her greatly. He looked as though he was expecting her to bring some kind of bad news, and in spite of that, he still leaned forward, poised to help her wherever she needed it. His readiness was the kind of reassurance Asui needed to get started, knowing that at least one of them was prepared.
She took a deep breath, "Okay. Izuku, we're close, right? Best friends even?" He nodded, looking even more concerned, likely still assuming that she had bad news. "Well, it's just that… I really admire you, ribbit, I think you're really amazing. You're so dedicated to your dreams, you never quit, and you're just so nice to everyone and…" she stopped when she realized that she was just rambling on, almost like him. "And I… what I'm trying to say is… well… ribbit…" she could feel her face burning as she embarrassed herself trying to get the words out. "I… um… I-Izuku!" She squeezed her eyes shut so she didn't have to look at him as she spoke. "I-I really like you, ribbit! Like, a lot! Please go out with me!"
Silence hung in the air as the world grounded to a halt. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound, and it was as if the universe was frozen in time. Asui opened her eyes finally, despite being afraid of Midoriya's reaction. He looked shocked above all else. His face was red, and his mouth was open just slightly, as if he wanted to start speaking. The silence was quickly replaced by Asui's heartbeat pounding in her ears. With each beat, the world only became stiller. Eventually, it was too much.
"Please, say something, ribbit…" Asui mumbled, looking down at her fidgeting hands in her lap. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore. It felt like her screaming heartbeat was the countdown to her head exploding. The eternity that she sat through was beginning to feel unbearably long.
"Yes," a quiet sound attacked the everlasting silence. Asui's head swung up, unsure if she heard him correctly.
"Ribbit?"
Midoriya tried to say something, but his words never escaped. After silently panicking in his seat for a moment, he looked straight at her and nodded vigorously, a nervous, goofy sort of smile stuck to his face.
"Oh, Izuku…!" Tsuyu sighed, feeling her anxiety boil away and joy fill her mind. The dramatic change in emotion was overwhelming, so instead of reaching forward to hug Midoriya as she wanted to, Asui leaned forward and collapsed inwards on herself, clasping her hands to her knees for support.
"A-ah, Tsuyu! Are you okay?" Midoriya jumped and moved forward to meet her halfway and stop her from falling. He placed his hand on her shoulder and felt the tension within it drift away. She took a moment to calm down before covering his hand on her shoulder with her own and smiling at him.
"Sorry, ribbit, I'm fine. Probably a little better than fine, actually."
He chuckled, "Only a little better?"
"Maybe a lot better."
"…Me too."
Asui intertwined her fingers with his and pulled him into the hug she attempted earlier, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Ribbit, I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. I'm glad that I finally did."
"That's funny, I've been meaning to as well… so I will." Midoriya moved his free hand up to her back and drew her in closer. "I really like you, Tsuyu. I'm glad you feel the same." He leaned his head towards hers and sighed contently.
Asui could feel her face heat up, and thought that he could likely feel it too. "I… don't know what to say…"
"I think it's better that we don't say anything then, we don't have to." Midoriya moved closer, trying his best to minimize the distance between them. She nodded and pulled her arm around him tighter.
They held each other for a long time.
… … …
After Asui started falling asleep on Midoriya's shoulder, she said her goodbyes and returned to her own room. Midoriya found himself in the front of his dorm building, sitting on a bench. He decided that it was too stuffy in his room to stay there and went outside for the fresh air. It was comfortably warm outside, a cool spring breeze grazing his skin as he bathed in the moonlight. He stared up at the vast array of twinkling stars as he sought to reflect.
"A lot happened this evening, huh? …Tsuyu confessed to me. I was hoping to confess to her soon, but she did the work for me. I guess I should be upset that I didn't rise to the occasion like I wanted to, but I think I'm too happy for that. I can't believe I froze like that and left her hanging after she poured out her feelings, I must've looked like a complete dork. I thought she was going to say something bad, like someone in her family got really sick or something. But no, it was… much better than that, to say the least."
He stood up without thinking and began strolling out of the front courtyard, taking a walk out on the school campus. "But also, Kacchan came to talk to me. To… apologize. I'm… really conflicted. I'm really glad that he wants to be friends again… I think? Unless he just wants to apologize and push me away again… I don't think that's the case though. I'm happy he came to talk, but he said some really nasty things about himself. I'm worried about him… I didn't get to finish telling him what I wanted to. Who knows if it would make any difference though, he was very dedicated to wanting me to lash out at him. I'm worried…
"But! It's a start. If nothing else, it's a start. Maybe Kacchan will want to be friends with me now and we can spend time together like we used to. That would be nice… and maybe I can try and help him to stop being so hard on himself. I can save him… right? That's what a hero would do…"
Midoriya continued to walk around UA without direction, parsing his thoughts. Once he finally made it back to the dorms, he saw Bakugou leaving the building.
"Huh? Kacchan, where are you going?"
Bakugou seemed shocked to have run into Midoriya, but hid it quickly. "Just going out to practice a bit," his voice was stripped and subdued, "so move it." He stepped past Midoriya and started to walk towards the training grounds.
"W-wait!" Midoriya reached out and waved to try and get his attention.
"What do you want?"
He hesitated to respond.
"So you just wanna waste my time then, huh?"
"N-no!" MIdoriya sputtered, "I-I just… didn't get to finish talking to you earlier."
Bakugou faltered, his head hung low. "Well then spit it out."
"I wanted to say…" he took a moment to organize his thoughts. "That you're still a hero to me. You're still amazing. I don't care that you want to convince me that you're not, because my view of you won't change. You talked about wanting retribution, but… that's not what I want. What I really want is… reconciliation, I guess. I know you won't take it easily, but I'm not upset at you. I don't want you to feel like this. I just… want things to be okay between us."
"…Why can't you hate me…? Why can't you just be angry at me…?"
"I just told you why. Why can't you accept the way I feel?"
"Because I don't deserve it… I don't deserve this kindness—"
In a fraction of a second, before Bakugou could register what had happened, Midoriya clocked him in the face.
"I told you to stop talking like that. I care about you, Kacchan, and that's not going to change. Don't forget that." Midoriya watched Bakugou rub his cheek where he hit him. "Well, I think I'm going back inside now, good night Kacchan… and please, don't forget what I said."
Bakugou looked on as Midoriya turned around and made his way to the dorm building.
"Hey!"
Midoriya turned around.
"You better not take it easy, because I'm still shooting for number one!"
Midoriya smiled at him, "Well then you better watch out too, because I'm not going for anything less than the top too!"
… … …
After a somewhat restless sleep, Ashido woke up the next morning in a fervor, wondering what happened after Asui left the previous night. Unable to contain her excitement, she ran to Asui's room and knocked on her door.
"Tsu! Hey, are you awake? What happened?"
She heard some quiet shuffling behind the door before it opened slowly. Asui stepped out, hair messy and eyes half-open.
"Ribbit…? Mina, you never wake up this early… what's going on?"
"You have to tell me! What happened between you and Midoriya last night?"
Asui tilted her head slightly and looked up at Ashido. "Well, ribbit, I asked him out."
"Well what did he say?" Ashido exclaimed, beginning to feel exasperated at Asui's inadvertent lack of cooperation.
Asui wore a goofy smile, big enough for Ashido to see, "He said yes."
Ashido squealed loudly, right in the middle of the hall. "That's my girl, I never doubted you for a second!"
Asui croaked quietly and rubbed her eyes, "Well, is that all you wanted to know?"
"Of course not! You've gotta tell me everything!"
"But I did, ribbit."
"But how did he react? Did he stutter? I bet he did. What happened after?"
"Not much, I left not long after."
Ashido paused, "Tsu, are you admitting details on purpose, or are you just a bad storyteller?"
"Huh? Ribbit, what do you mean?" Asui smiled coyly.
"You know what I want you to tell me! I want the juicy stuff, so tell me!"
"But I already told you everything, not much happened."
"Fine," Ashido huffed, "I'll get you to spill the beans later. I'm gonna go get breakfast." They exchanged good-byes and Asui returned to her room to get ready for the day.
"…Juicy stuff? What does that mean, ribbit?"
WE DID IT TEAM WE HAVE LIFTOFF
It only took like, a really long time, but we finally made it. I hope you liked this chapter! And I hope you look forward to more, next one's gonna be the USJ arc. I feel like that one's always important with this ship, because it's just about the most the series ever gives us. Almost every writer for the ship includes it, and I guess I'm no different, I'm just hoping to write a unique USJ arc. I can like punt Mineta or something, it'll be funny. But that's something for me to figure out later, just hopefully not months down the line kinda later. My dream would be to crank out the next chapter before the year ends because I go on break in less than two weeks. I'll have a lot of free time to write, but I'm not going to promise anything in case I don't follow up.
Well anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to let me know what you think, and have a great day! ^v^
