In a bright colored room, which was relatively small and mostly tidy, except for the several littered piles of clutter here and there, mainly containing painting equipment , a teen sketched a portrait of a young girl, slowly and gradually giving life to the image of his muse on the white canvas.

"what are you drawing, Shouto uncle? "inquired the little chap of seven while pulling his brows together in confusion as the piece was yet to be finished.

"she's someone I'm curious about., Natsuo. "replied Shouto while chewing his lower lip lightly while pencilling out the rest of the details.

His mind travelled back to the eerie memories which constituted of her.

For the first time he saw her while he was returning from the soccer field after practicing the game with his fellow teammates. He was riding his bicycle swiftly on the shoulder of the road and slowed it down just near the staircase of a small overpass where he could see a vending machine which could quench his thirst. As he opened his lemon soda while sitting on the bike saddle, his gaze landed on a beautiful black haired girl dressed in a school uniform different from his, she held her right hand up in the night sky as though trying the grab the crescent moon. He clearly saw a faint smile on her face.

'is she a selenophile?', he wondered.

Another time briefly , when he was on a bus which was headed to his home from school, he saw her through the glass window , she was walking while reading something which didn't quite notice as he all attention was drawn towards the cute focused look on her face, it seemed as if she was in her own world. As the bus sped, he spotted that she wore mismatched shoes, her clumsiness brought a faint smile on his face.

The third time while he was going to the supermarket along with his buddies, he saw her getting splashed by water in her casuals by the owner who was trying cool down the heat of the road. Again, she was holding her notes and was engrossed in them. He was totally flabbergasted as he raised his eyebrows and his jaw formed a 'o 'shape. She slightly shook her head sideways to shake to the water and drew a quick breath.

'who is she?' he really wanted to know.

"why are you drawing her then if you don't know her? ", Natsuo asked which brought the artist back into reality. The small chap was his sister, Fuyumi Shido's son who was currently spending his holidays with his maternal grandparents and his Shoto uncle.

"um. well, because I want to get to know her. Once I'm done drawing this. I'll give it to her and maybe ask her to be my friend. "he replied.

"do you even know her name? "the little one questioned.

Shouto exhaled noisily through this nose in a deep sigh. He certainly didn't.

In the auditorium of Osaka high school, the melodious rhythm of her violin echoed as she played with utmost passion and love for her instrument. Her fingers swiftly played the correct strings with the bow, her eyes closed while the violin was placed in the neck rest. She ended her performance with the virtuosic cadence.

"wow she is indeed talented. What's her name?" one of the German judges asked his assistant for they were to do the panel selection of the students who'd be getting a scholarship in Berlin school of popular arts.

" . Its Momo Yaoyorozu , sir " the assistant replied while scanning her eyes on the applicant's form.

After a few days when he was done with her portrait, he often carried his drawing sheet holder in the hope of meeting her unexpectedly someday. One day though, on the very place where he first saw her, he found her again standing in the same position on the small overpass with the same hand gesture as if trying to play with the moon. But she was wearing her gym uniform on which the name showed, 'Inari.'

'oh, it's Inari. Her name his Inari. 'he thought to himself. He never knew that even knowing the name of this girl could give her so much contentment.

'Todoroki you have a small crush on her. Admit it or not, but that's the truth burh'

Well, he could be honest with himself and shook off his joyous look or else he'd probably seem a little crazy to a bystander. He thought he should write,

'To Inari

From Shouto.', at the footnote. So, he decided to let go of the opportunity of giving her the portrait.

NEXT DAY

As her school bag on her back and her violin case hung over right shoulder, Momo was walking with spring in her steps. She held her music notes and continued to climb up her way to her school, unmindful of anything except of the music that she can feel from the music notes.

Her best friend Inari Sato spotted her as the latter was about to bump into a yellow colored movable road barrier placed at the vicinity of the pole. "watch where you are going, Momo." Inari held Momo's hand in order to avoid her getting physically hurt.

Latter downturned her gaze and flushed in bit embarrassment after being brought back to reality. "Hi Inari."

"what's wrong with you? didn't I tell you to not think about music while walking?" inari sounded worried and tried to feign anger in her voice.

"by the way, do you know that you accidentally took my gym clothes again?" she asked with a faint smile on her face.

"I am sorry. I asked my aunt to wash it and I brought it with me. Wait let me check." She slung her bag forward and unzipped one of the chains to look for her friend's gym clothes and realized that she forgot to pack them in her bag.

"I thought I brought it. But I think I am wrong. I am sorry. I don't know what to say…" Momo apologized while averting her gaze in embarrassment.

"Momo, you better not let anyone know that you are this clumsy." Inari amusingly said while circling her arms about her friends' shoulder "if your soon to be music school gets to know that you are this clumsy, I am afraid they'll reject your acceptance application. Well what do you think should I tell them so, maybe then you won't have to go, and I don't have to miss you?" she asked while giggling.

"um. well you are right. I should keep this discreet. But wait, can you say so in German language?" Momo asked.

"no." and both had a hearty laughter and continued heading towards their school.

Shouto kissed his little nephew natsuo on his cheek as the seven-year-old gleefully enjoyed his hamburger that the former brought.

"you shouldn't mess with someone who is eating." Latter complained about getting perturbed. He looked adorable with his mouth stuffed food. "okay lil champ." Shouto replied while softly caressing his hair.

He saw a old lady hurriedly walking in order to catch the bus that was going to stop near him. He stood up and chatted with the driver trying to stall for her.

"mister?"

"yes?"

"do you know the direction to the nearest soccer training centre?"

"ah yes it's. cross the road from the left and take the the bus number 14." as the driver answered his query, the old grandma reached.

"oh god I almost missed it."

When old lady got on in, Shouto thanked the bus driver and turned towards his nephew. The moment the bus departed; latter saw the girl that his uncle has been painting for past few days. "the painting person!" he exclaimed while getting up from his seat and pointing his hand towards the person he recognised.

"hm? the painting person" shouto repeated and titled his head sideward in confusion unable to comprehend what the little natsuo and trying to say.

"yes, over there." He enunciated.

Shouto turned his gaze towards the direction in which natsuo was pointing and spotted the black-haired girl. She was again immersed in he notes, he noticed. Wait was that déjà vu or what? She was about to pass by the same supermarket shop where she was almost drenched and same was about to happen. Just in time he shouted her name and for some unknown reason he tried to hide from her by kneeling in front of natsuo as if he was attending to him or something.

"Inari!"

Upon hearing her bestie's name Momo halted and turned her head towards the source of the voice and failed to see anyone. Were her ears ringing or what?

"I am sure I heard someone call her name.." she mumbled under her breath and continued walking towards her home.

"what are you doing, shouto uncle?" natsuo asked.

"why is she always reading something? It's dangerous," shouto murmured, worried about her.

After a day or two when he was boarding a bus to his soccer training centre. Suddenly he felt side tape on his shoulder, and he looked behind... and oh boy it was the same black-haired girl.