Chapter Twenty-Six: One Day-te
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BAEREN: hey bae hope you didn't oversleep
BAEREN: see you later ;)
rie: Hehe see you!
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Rest days were rare enough as they were. Rest days where Ren was also free were even harder to come by. Not to mention, Morie wanted a chance to see her again before she went away for the training camp.
Needless to say, guilt flashed through her as messages flashed in the 1-A group chat, knowing that she would not be joining them today. 'There will definitely be a next time,' she assured herself.
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rie: You dressing up?
BAEREN: ofc, i wanna look my best for you ;)
BAEREN: on a serious note yes! since I heard euseha is kinda fancy;;
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Morie snorted, lightly rolling her eyes. The brown-haired girl then promptly wandered over to her closet, feeling lost as to what clothes to pick - she may be a somewhat decent artist, but she could only hope those aesthetic talents extended to her fashion sense.
Settling at last on a simple, basic style - a pastel blue cold-shoulder top and a black denim skirt - Morie completed the look with her favorite black choker before moving on to her face and hair, braiding a portion of her bangs and pinning it behind her ear. She then decided that she might as well go all out, applying some concealer for the dark bags under her eyes (she could honestly give Shinsou a run for his money by now), along with brown eye shadow, light blush and pink lip tint.
Should I apply some eyeliner? Morie stared at the eyeliner pen in sitting on her table, before shrugging to herself. Sure, why the hell not.
The last step was for her to apply some perfume to her neck and wrists; a sweet yet subtle floral scent with the faint notes of lavender.
Surveying the end result in the mirror, a bout of self-consciousness almost hit her; it felt like a somewhat boyish girl like her would be teased for dressing up so much - so she could not help but worry. Did she look weird?
She shook that thought aside.
The fact did not change that she did enjoy the rare opportunities she had to doll up, so steeling herself on the inside, Morie did a final check on the contents of her purse before she headed downstairs.
Much to her glee, she managed to catch her mother before she left the house. Chika and Fū were helping themselves to breakfast at the table, and Morie (feeling uncharacteristically shy) went over to sit with them, quickly helping herself to some cookies and tea as she called out a soft 'good morning'.
Her dad broke the silence first.
"Y'know, by the way you dress up when you go out, I sometimes wonder if you and Ren are dating."
The brown-haired girl almost snorted on her tea at that statement. "Well, we're technically platonically exclusive."
By that, she really meant that Ren was her only friend outside of Yuuei; her parents were well-aware of the state of her non-existent social life outside of school.
Chika let out a chuckle. "I know, Mori. She's a good kid. You'll be back late, right? Your bags for the training camp all packed?"
"Yeah, I just need to pick up some stuff at the mall later and I'll be set." Upon realising she would be away for most of her day off, Morie had stayed up to finish packing her bags yesterday - the camp may still be a little ways away but she just liked feeling prepared.
Fū spoke then, beaming at her daughter. "Chin up, kiddo, you look great. Have fun today, alright?"
Morie smiled appreciatively at her mom's encouragement. As she got up to leave, Chika suddenly spoke again.
"Hold up, bring some cookies over to Ren," a jar of golden-brown cookies hovered her way after placing itself in a small bag. "She still likes butter cookies, right?"
With an appreciative glance at her father, the younger Minamoto grabbed the bag out of the air.
"Yeah, thanks dad. See you at night!"
As her parents sent her off with a wave, the dark-haired girl hurried out of the house with a tiny skip to her step.
Her good mood did not falter even when she made out the all-too-familiar Mr Spiky Hair walking a little ways in front of her - strangely, she could even say that her mood improved a little. His ash blonde hair was unruly as usual, and he walked on, all hunched over in his black shirt and extremely baggy jeans.
Perhaps Morie felt more confident than usual, for she hurried up her pace so that she could catch up to him. Grinning, she reached out to tap on his shoulder, but quickly stopped herself.
"Yo, Bakugou!"
She beamed at him, trying to catch his eye.
"Hah?"
Bakugou turned around at last. His red eyes lingered on her face for a few moments before he looked away with a scowl. "What do you want?"
"Uh," she had somehow forgotten that Bakugou was somehow worse than her when it came to socialising. "I want to walk with you to the station, if that's okay."
"What'll you do if I say no?" He let out a small scoff, and then there was a short pause. Morie almost sputtered. "Do whatever you want."
"Thanks," a grin formed on her face unironically. "So what are you up to this early in the morning?"
"Buying stuff," he stated, trudging on impassively. Her dark eyes landed on him quizzically.
"For the training camp? But you're not going with the class, right?"
"Hell no," came his instant response, and a soft chuckle escaped her almost immediately. "I'm buying my shit and leaving. Knowing those carefree idiots, they're going to take their own sweet time."
Her mind flashed back to their daily post-lesson walks to the station from school; they often ambled along at a snail's pace but Bakugou had never complained about it, not even once.
(He had gone from calling them 'extras' to 'idiots', maybe he did like them after all.)
"You're not wrong," Morie could not help but laugh. "If you change your mind though, I'm sure everyone would be glad to see you."
"Bullshit," a prominent scowl flashed over his features. "You sure talk a whole lot for someone who's not even going."
"But I always talk a lot." She shot him a flat look, her expression full of mirth - frankly, she was surprised that he had even remembered the fact that she was not going.
Mr Spiky Hair responded in kind by sending her one of his signature ire-filled glares, and both her hands flew up defensively.
"What is 'bullshit' supposed to mean, anyway?" The dark-haired girl could not help but probe. Her natural instincts to counsel and provide emotional support kicked in; as usual, she was reading too deeply into his words and she began to wonder what Bakugou really thought of their class.
Would he get mad at me for the question, though?
Hence Morie just continued talking, deciding to mask her concern with light-hearted humour.
"The Bakusquad is gonna be devastated if they hear that. Maybe you don't reciprocate all the love and attention we shower you with?"
"Shuddap," came a rough grumble at the reminder of the group that was practically the self-proclaimed class clowns. "As if that dumb name means anything."
Shit, I hope he doesn't actually think we're mocking him with the name or anything.
Morie paused, and faltered in her footsteps. She stared at the blonde boy before her for a moment, the thoughts whirling in her head.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, red eyes snapping to hers in a mildly irritated glare. "What?"
"It means," she started, struggling to find the words that summed up the way she felt about their group and their dynamic. How her neighbour had unwittingly positioned himself as an irreplaceable centerpiece of the Bakusquad. Of their class, even - even if he did not realise it.
"You're our friend - we'd follow you anywhere. Knowing Kiri, probably to the ends of earth! ...or something." Her words ended off with her trailing off awkwardly the moment she realised how damn cheesy she must have sounded.
Bakugou's silence spoke for him - he seemed to be weighing her words and considering them. Morie thought of the boys who she had seen following him around before, and wondered if anyone had ever addressed him as a friend before Yuuei.
"Damn losers," he spoke at last. Detecting no malice from his tone, she continued talking in spite of herself.
"I don't know if this means anything, but for me at least, I respect you a lot, Bakugou," it was a blurted-out truth that Morie would normally never admit, but she decided that she should not have to feel ashamed about feeling that way. "I hope to surpass you one day. Y'know, fight you again and win and all that."
Bakugou looked up at that, red eyes fixed on her. He exhaled in what had to be a soft scoff.
"No one's winning against me. But whatever," he bit out. His lips curled up crookedly into a grin at the challenge thrown at him. "Come at me, you little shit. I'll wait."
A smile was forming on her own lips, then. Momentarily, a hand reached out to rub the back of her neck, before she hastily flashed a thumbs-up sign.
"I'll do my best!"
"You'd goddamn better."
They were walking up the stairs to the train station now. For once, the awkward Morie did not freak out over the silence - she didn't feel like she had to force conversations with Bakugou (hell, he probably would chew her out if she talked to much, anyway.) It was a blessing in disguise that he was close with Kirishima - she has seen him around so much that she felt less like a ball of nerves around the intimidating blonde.
She had not realised it, but somewhere along the line, she had stopped constantly expecting a certain Death by Bakugou. The lines had blurred - and that change was very much welcomed.
As the strange duo entered the station, Bakugou came to a stop.
"Where the hell are you going?" The question caught her by surprise, and Morie blinked, feeling thrown off by the surprisingly normal statement. A giggle escaped her as she decided to pull his leg a little.
Might as well, since he's in this surprisingly good mood.
"A date," she deadpanned, her hands forming a peace sign. A tick mark appeared on his forehead.
"No fucking shit," he snorted, crimson eyes rolling themselves to the high heavens. "I meant where do you get off?"
"Euseha," she relented. "You?"
"None of your fucking business," his lips spread into a triumphant grin and he turned away, his hands shoved into his pockets. "Bye, dipshit."
It was her turn to roll her eyes as she watched his dark-clad figure stalk away. He had not been making conversation, he just wanted to know if he could ditch her.
"See you never," her lips curled up as she lazily waved after him, not caring at all if he had heard her. Turning on her heel, she turned to board her train. As her dark eyes cast themselves at the passing scenery, silently taking in splashes of greens and grey, she almost caught herself thinking about her dumb neighbor.
Morie rolled her eyes, and shrugged. Time to find her date Ren.
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rie: I'm hereee
BAEREN: omg fast;; I have 5 stops holdup
rie: Okay I'll be sitting outside the station!
BAEREN: yes ma'am
Huddled over her phone, Morie fidgeted on the bench she was at, aimlessly taking the area around her as her feet swung, barely skimming against the ground.
"Hello pretty lady," a voice rang out, prompting an immediate eye roll from the dark-haired girl.
"Who is this cutie," Morie quipped back as she turned around, a grin spreading over her features almost automatically. Her arms lifted upwards. "Get over here."
Hamasaki Ren, or as she dubbed herself 'BAEREN' stood before her, a cheeky smile on her features. The girl tackled the smaller Morie in a hug, momentarily knocking the air out of her lungs.
"Missed you too," a chuckle escaped Morie softly as she wrapped her arms around the girl; Ren was the only friend she felt like she could talk about anything to - they had known each other for a good four years now.
"Gurl, seeing your hair really shocked me, I forgot that you had to cut it," Ren pulled away, a smile on her cherubic features. "You still look as cute as ever, though!"
Morie giggled. "At least they dry really fast. Anyway, your hair got longer!" She fawned over Ren's hair, whose silky black hair was nearly as long as Tsuyu's.
"Of course," her companion winked. "I wanted to dye it - black is kinda boring, y'know. But I can't afford for my hair to dry out, so that sucks."
"Geez, your hair looks fine the way it is, honestly - like y'know Snow White style?"
"Thanks, guess I gotta master the art of singing to animals now," it was Ren's turn to roll her eyes. The blue-eyed girl threw an arm around Morie. Both of them got to their feet as they toddled off towards the row of shops, arms slung around each other and overall just attracting a lot of questioning stares from judgmental strangers.
"There's this guy in my class who can make animals do his bidding, he can probably give you tips," Morie recalled the shy Koda from her class and let out a laugh. She then shoved the bag she was holding towards the black-haired girl. "Here you go, it's from my dad."
"Cookies?" Ren guessed, peering into the bag. "Hell yeah. Thanks a lot!"
"So where are we going? Anything you want to eat?" Morie piped up, amused.
"Cookies."
"After lunch." A flat look was sent towards Ren.
"Pft. Fine. Let's take a look."
They walked onto the street. It seemed like there would normally be a night market of sorts occurring, with numerous food stalls set up at the side of the road. Regrettably, it was probably too early in the morning for them to be able to see it open - perhaps they could check out some food stalls if they were still here later in the afternoon.
"Hey hey," Ren was nudging her towards a shop. "They have a ramen set meal lunch! It looks pretty decent too."
"The price seems alright," the Pressure user contemplated. "Let's do it."
Heading inside, the brown-haired girl froze into place as her eyes caught sight of a large man seated in a corner, accompanied by a black-haired younger boy. Her dark eyes widened owlishly as she recognised him immediately.
"Ren!" She blurtled out, nudging her friend's arm. "Look! It's Fat Gum, the BMI Hero!"
Morie, a sucker for kind, gentlemen-like personalities had adored the Hero immensely after she had heard of his energetic and cuddly personality - he may not be well-known, but he was still extremely memorable.
Beside her, Ren giggled. "Gurl, you have no shortage of Heroes in your life right now."
"It's not like I can ask my teachers for autographs," Morie muttered dejectedly, reminded of how she would probably only be able to get their autographs when she graduated. "It'll be pretty rude to approach him for an autograph while he's eating…"
Sitting themselves at the counter, they ordered their food and ate in peace; the dark-haired girl looked sadly after Fat Gum and his younger partner as they left the restaurant, in the end not able to gather the courage to approach them.
"It's okay, Rie, we might catch him patrolling later," Ren patted her shoulder. She clumsily tossed in several pieces of menma into her bowl. "Now eat up, the lunch crowd is coming soon."
"Thanks mom," the brown-haired girl grumbled as she continued to eat. The ramen was steaming hot and satisfying, with a fragrant, savory umami that could even compare to Lunch Rush's food.
Soon the duo were back on the streets, strolling a little. Tugging on her hand, Morie found herself being dragged towards a nearby mall.
"I need more clothes," there was a glint in Ren's indigo eyes as she dragged the shorter girl along with ease. "You need stuff too, right? For that training camp of yours."
"Yup, I need to buy bug spray," Morie agreed, letting herself be dragged along. With a grin, Ren linked up her arms with her as they walked along the streets, enjoying how peaceful it felt. They settled into a stroll, pointing out cute stalls on the side of the street. As they entered the mall, a blast of cold air hit them as they continued their walking.
"Let's get that bug spray first," Ren stated, and they veered towards what seemed to be a lifestyle stall. "You sure that's all you need?"
"You know my dad, he hoards everything," she was reminded of her dad's almost paranoid tendencies which led to a supply of first aid supplies and medicine at home.
Ren scoffed at that a little. Bug spray in hand, the duo then headed over to check out the various clothes and makeup shops.
Unlike Morie, Ren was a makeup enthusiast. The black-haired girl had been a painter herself previously until she had discovered the wondrous world of makeup looks and eyeshadow palettes - ever since then she had taken to posting new makeup looks on Ingram, to much success. Perhaps it was due to the nature of her quirk, but her complexion was uncannily flawless - dewy and fair with barely any need for facial products at all. In fact, Morie mused amusedly, moisturisers seemed to dry out Ren's skin rather than the other way around.
Currently, her blue-eyed friend was intently examining a new release of lip tint which seemed to be from Korea. Following suit, Morie let herself roam through the brightly-lit store as well. Her lips curled up slightly as she recognised an eyeshadow palette on display; it was a gift from Ren, and in fact the one she had used that very morning.
"Rieee," Ren ducked her head around the corner, blue eyes searching for her. She sent Morie a toothy grin. "C'mere a second."
Morie backtracked a little to peer at the pocket-sized items Ren was holding. They were sleek and compact, and the design of the casings being adorable beyond words.
"Here I have a matte pink lipstick and a salmon pink lip tint," gently grabbing her hand, the black-haired girl swatched the products onto her forearm.
"Woah, I actually really like these colours," the dark-haired girl admitted, lifting up her arm for a better view of the colours.
"Heh, I knew it," Ren replied happily, tugging her hand over again but this time tucking the two lip products into her palm for her further inspection. "Which one catches your eye more? Salmon pink?"
Morie's dark eyes darted to the vibrant shade that seemed to border in between pink and red. "Salmon pink - will it be weird if I wear something so... red, though?"
"If you're already wearing makeup, then no," came Ren's response as the girl automatically plucked the matte lipstick out of her hands and placed it back with the other testers. "But you can apply a little first and blend it out if you want it to be subtle. It would totally give you a confident, badass woman vibe - it totally suits you!"
"You flatter me too much," Morie sniffed, fighting back a blush of embarrassment. "But thanks, I think I'll get it."
"That's great," Ren plopped the tester back onto the shelves. "Wait here for a bit, I'm going to go check something out!"
Blinking as the dark-haired girl disappeared from sight in a flash, Morie fidgeted around the store for a bit, up until the moment that her friend resurfaced with a brown paper bag between her hands.
"Here you go," Ren hummed out loud. The said paper bag was unceremoniously shoved towards her, and Morie's jaw dropped.
"Dude, you did not," she opened the package to find a brand new lip tint sitting within, almost innocuously. "What? When - "
Her companion broke out into giggles, mirth filling her round indigo eyes. "What can I say, I'm great at recon- "
"Rennnn," Morie actually groaned out loud, looking around inside for a receipt of sorts. "How much did it cost? Lemme pay you back!"
"No can do," the offending girl shook her head vigorously. "Keep it. It's your birthday present this year, to thank you for your gift last year."
"But that was your birthday present!" Morie protested. There had been a time last year where the blue-eyed girl's obsession with the Wing Hero, Hawks had peaked - as a result, Ren had gotten a portrait of the said Hero for her birthday.
"Exactly," Ren was pouting now. "You made Hawks look more pretty than he already is and that should be illegal. I know how much people pay for your paintings man; getting one for free doesn't sit right with me."
Out of habit, Morie's hand almost ran through itself through her hair, only to get prodded away by Ren before it could ruin the side braid she had fashioned. The dark-haired girl let out a sigh. "If it makes you feel better, it was pretty good publicity. And the money doesn't really matter to me. But alright, though. Thanks for the very early birthday gift."
A triumphant look appeared over Ren's features almost immediately, and Morie could not help but feel the need to add on. "Don't make this a habit, though - please."
"Hehe," the black-haired girl let out a worrying chuckle, sending her a pair of finger hearts. "We'll see."
"Just kidding," she winked, catching sight of the scandalised expression on Morie's face. Without skipping a beat, she looped her arm through her own as they exited the shop, and in spite of her rolling her eyes, Morie broke out into a fond smile.
The rest of the day was a whirl - they visited almost all the shops, though they were guilty of not buying much at all. Surprisingly, they did end up visiting training gear and quirk-centric shops, where much to her amusement, Ren emerged holding several dri-fit training outfits.
"Dude, I just want my clothes to dry faster after using my quirk," she had complained under Morie's questioning look.
It was a valid concern, honestly. Ren's quirk enabled her to literally turn her body into water.
Morie herself had commented on a sleeveless pitch black shirt with a bright orange logo printed on its top right chest. The Pressure user had picked it up from the shelf and turned to show it to her companion. "You remember the neighbour I told you about? This really has his energy."
Ren's blue eyes gave a hard long stare at the shirt; she flipped it around to examine it with a furrowed brow. "Edgy. Angry, too. Sounds exactly like him."
A snort escaped her - it was somehow hilarious that Ren pretty much nailed Bakugou's persona, even though she had never met him before.
"To be fair, you used to complain so much about him," her black-haired friend flicked her long hair backwards, giggling at Morie's vehement protests of 'what do you mean so much?'. "It kind of feels like I know him."
"True," the short-haired girl tilted her head, and Bakugou's spiky-haired image flashed across her mind. "Believe me though, whatever impression of him will be underwhelming compared to when you meet him in person."
"Is that so?" One of Ren's elegantly lined brows raised up at that statement, before the tall girl turned away with a grin. "Sureee. I look forward to meeting him one day then."
They resumed browsing through the shirts. Another black shirt with brilliant red streaks made her think of Kiri; a black shirt with yellow stripes reminded her of an inverted Kaminari. Black leather headphones reminded her of the fashionable Jirou, while a pair of bright magenta sweats made the cheeky-grinned Mina pop up in her head.
I hope they're having fun, a voice lamented as she and Ren made their way out of the mall, deciding to hit the main streets once more. The roadside stalls were beginning to open one by one, and as they walked past a stall emanating with the fragrance of freshly panned crepes, the duo exchanged glances in unison.
"Chocolate banana," Morie suggested. She normally refrained for snacking, for fear of high blood pressure (which would be terrible for her quirk) though today something within her decided to cave.
Ren giggled. "Hell yeah."
This time, the dark-haired girl managed to beat her to the punch, quite literally racing to the stall and pulling out her wallet before Ren could catch up, and with as much Aizawa-like energy as she could muster, shot the girl her best shit-eating grin.
(To be fair, Rie never claimed to be a mature person.)
The same went for Ren, apparently, who went for her hair immediately, ruffling up the back of her hair. The sneaky little shit darted away out of reach before she could retaliate. Minutes later, they were walking away towards a nearby bench, sharing the freshly-made crepe in her hands.
"Hey." Ren looked up suddenly, her dark blue eyes fixing on something down the road. "Isn't that Fat Gum?"
"Hold my crepe," Morie gaped, pushing the confectionery into her companion's hands. Ren shoved it back to her with a prompt eye roll.
"Eat first, he's not going anywhere - looks like he's buying a shit ton of takoyaki." The hero nerd obliged, plopping back onto the bench with a small huff. When the crepe was swiftly polished off at last, the dark-haired duo promptly got back to their feet to approach the large Hero towering by the side of the street. The Pressure user needed a literal push before she stumbled over towards the BMI Hero.
"Excuse me, Mr Fat Gum?" Morie frantically forgot the lines she rehearsed in her head as the Hero inched around to face her after hearing her. In the midst of fumbling for the right words, it dawned on her that she did not have anything on her that he could autograph.
Shit.
Under the Hero's jovial, Totoro-like grin, she managed to continue babbling on. "I'm a fan of yours! Would it be alright if I took a picture with you?"
Nice save, a voice snickered within her.
"Sure can do!" The Hero exclaimed - his energy was absolutely adorable. "Tamaki, let's take a picture with this cute little lady!"
He pulled the elfish, black-haired boy he had been with earlier under his arm - the boy averted his gaze, seeming to want to do nothing more than shrink away. Morie sputtered out a 'thank you!' before she pulled out her phone. Glancing upwards, she switched it to a selfie camera while gesturing for Ren to come join in - however, the black-haired girl stood her ground, simply plucking the phone out of her hand.
"I'll take the picture," her blue eyes shot her a 'go ahead' look. "Go stand with your hero, that'll make for a nicer photo."
Under normal circumstances, Morie would have insisted that Ren joined them - though for fear of wasting the Hero's time, she compliantly went over to stand next to Fat Gum, feeling excitement bubble in her stomach.
"Thanks, Ren," she retrieved her phone, before turning and profusely bowing at the awe-inspiring Hero before her. "Thank you for the photo too, Fat Gum and…"
The Pressure user faltered as her dark eyes stared at the black-haired boy's name, who was sullenly turned away. Fat Gum had called him Tamaki, though she was sure that was his first name.
"Amajiki," Fat Gum mock-whispered, and Morie nodded slowly.
"... Amajiki-kun," she continued with a smile. "I'm very happy to have gotten to meet you in person!"
Sending them both a bow of farewell, the brown-haired girl turned on her heel and hurriedly dashed over back to where Ren was waiting with a bemused expression. The black-haired girl poked her cheeks.
"You're so precious," her black-haired companion began to tug on her cheeks. "Awww, you're actually blushing."
"I mean," Morie mumbled. "My respect just grows for them y'know, now that we're going through what they had to go through."
"Right." Ren (mercifully) released her hold on the shorter girl's cheeks. "It feels weird, like not being in training. Wandering the streets as a civilian."
Morie's mind recalled her internal conflict with herself after she had finished the week-long internship at her mother's agency. The dark-haired girl could only find herself agreeing.
"Yeah, it's weird to think that in two or so years we'll be the ones patrolling the streets," she confessed.
"Hey, we're in good hands," Ren shrugged, and Morie thought of how illustrious Yuuei and Shiketsu were respectively (and for good reason.) "I guess that we need to trust that we'll be able to make the most of our three years in training."
"... right." The dark-haired girl decided to let her worries rest for the time being. "I really like Yuuei."
Her taller companion looked over her shoulder a little, a small grin tugging gently at the corner of her lips as she took in the sight before her - Morie was smiling, even though she seemed to be unaware of it. "Wow, really? I totally couldn't tell."
They walked along the main street back to the station in comfortable silence, which was only broken by Ren moments later. "Heh, we should start an agency together. We'll be so great."
Dark eyes fixed onto the black-haired girl with a stare - with Ren, it was impossible to determine if she was serious or not. Yet Morie decided to play along, lightly rolling her eyes.
"Sure," the brown-haired girl let out a giggle, sending her friend a knowing stare. "Just promise not to run off with my cousin if he asks you the same thing."
Red ignited in Ren's cheeks, giving her whole face a crimson glow. Feigning nonchalance, she sent the Pressure user a devious grin. "No promises, then."
"Ren, you hoe," eyebrows raised, Morie couldn't help but giggle softly at the confirmation. Frankly, she had thought Ren's fangirling over her hot-blooded cousin was just that - Ren being Ren. "I wonder what he did to make you fall so hard."
"I'd like to know, too," muttered the blue-eyed girl. Morie hummed to herself at the indirect admission.
It was little mundane, silly moments like this that made her think of what she would like to have in the future. Being with the people she loved, she thought, and having those around her be happy. Being able to live comfortably yet find meaning in the work she did everyday. If only every day could be like this, where two teens could wander around aimlessly in a foreign place- full of smiles, and without a single care in the world.
(It would dawn on her soon how absolutely ludicrous that notion was, when the harsh reality finally hit her.
When it finally hit all of them, that was.)
When the time came for the two old friends to finally part ways, Morie smiled warmly as she waved off her silly black-haired friend, knowing that it would be a while before they got to meet again. The smile was short-lived as she turned on her phone, opening up the daily news with a flick of her finger. Then she froze, wide dark eyes taking in the first headline she saw.
A villain sighting at Kiyashi Ward shopping mall. The mall had been closed down with immediate effect, and the villain in question, the leader of the League of Villain, had threatened a high school student before disappearing from the scene. All of that had happened in the early hours of the day, before lunchtime even.
In a rush, the dark-haired girl's fingers fumbled as she hurried over to open the class group chat, hoping that in her rush, she had read the class message that morning wrongly. Yet her eyes had not deceived her.
Pinky: guysss don't oversleep okay! we're meeting at 10 at kiyashi ward shopping mall (the new one!)
Pinky: see yall ;)
Morie's blood ran cold.
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A/N:
tldr; a friend date. Bakugou gets some screentime. Ren finally appears. And we meet the adorable Fat Gum and Amajiki.
I wanted to write in a little gag as an extra scene, where Fat Gum thought that Rie was checking out Amajiki because of all her staring. But the chapter end up being longer than expected, so I guess I'll update it under Kerosene Hearts one day hoho.
this chapter wasn't thoroughly proof read, because I'm currently rushing through my uni work. I hope that all of you guys are doing well, and safe, and happy.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this chapter hehe, and Ren;)
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