Chapter 7: Accidental Meeting

"Hey Shota! My friend! My homey!" Nemuri exclaimed as she walked into Aizawa's music room where Shota was eating his lunch. "My bestest friend in the entire world!"

"What do you want Nemuri?" Shota asked. Nemuri fake gasped.

"Shota! I'm offended," Nemuri responded. "And technically it's Ishiyama that needs something."

"What does he need?" Aizawa asked.

"He would like a cherry pastry from that bakery on the Fifth Street," Nemuri told him.

"Okay, so why doesn't he just go and get it himself?" Aizawa questioned. "He's got a free period just like the rest of us."

"Well...there MAY have been an incident during last period's gym class," Nemuri responded.

"Even so why does it have to be me?" Aizawa questioned. "Why didn't you go get it?"

"Because I'm helping clean up," Nemuri replied. "And so are many others."

"Okay, I'll go," Aizawa said before getting up and walking out his room. He then walked on Third before turning onto Fifth. He spotted the bakery fairly easily since it was the most brightly colored building on the street. It easily stood out with its bright green walls and orange signs. He walked inside and made his way up to the counter. There was a young woman with long brown hair.

"Welcome to Sweet n Smile Bakery! How may I.." the woman turned around and gave a gasp in surprise at the sight of Aizawa. "Aizawa?"

"Emi?" Aizawa questioned. Emi's surprise turned into a smile.

"In the flesh!" Emi exclaimed. "I'm surprised to see you here. You don't seem like the type that would be into sweets."

"I'm not," Aizawa replied. "I'm doing this for a colleague. Apparently there was an incident during one of classes and he requested a pastry. Though now I'm thinking Nemuri lied just so I would see you."

"No, I don't think so," Emi responded. "I never told her where exactly I worked. Anyways, how are you?"

"Alright," Aizawa stated. "You?"

"I'm doing well," Emi said. "How are your students doing? Annoying you too much yet?"

"Yes, but some more than others," Aizawa replied.

"Emi, there are other people in line," Mai teased. "So, stop talking to the hot guy and get his order." Emi glared at her sister.

"Mai, that was not necessary," Emi responded. Aizawa raised his eyebrow. Mai turned towards Aizawa and smiled.

"My sister thinks you're hot," Mai told him. The pair froze but for two different reasons. Aizawa's was shock and embarrassment while Emi's was anger and fluster.

"Mai!" Emi exclaimed.

"Can I just have a cherry pastry, please?" Aizawa asked. "I would like to get back to school before my lunch break is over."

"Of course," Emi responded. She went over to the display glass and pulled out one cherry pastry before putting it in a brown paper bag. "That'll be three and fifty." Aizawa pulled out his wallet and gave her four one-dollar bills.

"Keep the change," Aizawa replied. "Thank you."

"Have a good day," Emi said. Aizawa nodded before leaving the bakery. Emi glared at her sister.

"Did you HAVE to tell him I found him attractive?" Emi questioned.

"Totally," Mai said.

"Emi! Who was that guy you were talking to?" their father asked from the back room. Emi glared daggers.

"I hate you so much right now," Emi told her.

"I know you mean love," Mai replied.

It turns out there HAD been an incident during gym. Apparently one of the students had thrown a ball at wall which knocked over one of banners, which cause a chain-reaction of things breaking and surprisingly it wasn't Bakugo. Aizawa gave Ishiyama his cherry pastry before heading back to his class. The school day went about as normal though most of the day was spent going over the classroom policies and procedures. Soon enough the day was over, and everyone started heading home. Aizawa was currently in his music room cleaning-up from his last class when Hitoshi walked in.

"You ready to go?" Aizawa asked. Hitoshi nodded. Aizawa grabbed his bag and walked out the door with his son. "How was your day?" Hitoshi shrugged.

"Boring really," Hitoshi admitted. "The majority of them were just going over classroom procedures and policies. And giving us papers for our parents to sign. Oh, that reminds me." He pulled a folded out a piece of paper before handing it to Aizawa. "These are all the papers you have to sign."

"Joy," Aizawa responded sarcastically. They walked out to his car and got inside before driving off to Eri's school. A bing came from Aizawa's phone. "Hey Siri. Read text."

"You have a text from Emi Fukukado," Siri stated. "Hey Aizawa, would you like to hang out sometime over this weekend. Would you like to reply?"

"Yes," Aizawa responded.

"Okay," Siri said. "What did you want to say?"

"What did you have in mind?" Aizawa asked.

"Your message says, 'What did you have in mind?' Are you ready to send it?" Siri asked.

"Yes," Aizawa answered.

"Okay," Siri replied. Hitoshi gave Aizawa a puzzled look.

"What?" Aizawa said.

"Nothing," Hitoshi responded. "Can we listen to music?"

"Go ahead," Aizawa told him. Hitoshi turned on the stereo and selected slot 4; the music started playing from the CD player.

"One foot after the other, one branch then to another," Aizawa rolled his eyes.

"THIS soundtrack again?" Aizawa questioned. Hitoshi shrugged his shoulders.

"I like it," Hitoshi responded. Aizawa sighed.

'Don't understand why though,' Aizawa thought. 'He's not a big musical person. Unless Hizashi told him.'

"I suddenly fell the branch give way. I'm on the ground. My arm goes numb." Aizawa's phone starts flashing signifying that he has received a text.

"Hey Siri, read text," Aizawa says. The music stops.

"You have a new message from Emi Fukukado. 'Not really. What do you like to do?' Want to reply?"

"No," Aizawa responded as he messaged his forehead as he tried to think.

"You just had to tell mom and dad about him, didn't you?" Emi said as she and Mai were cleaning up the kitchen.

"Not my fault dad asked about him," Mai responded.

"But did you have to tell them that I like him?" Emi asked. "Especially when I'm not sure he likes me."

"Emi, I know you, you wouldn't tell him or if you did it would be in a manner that made it sound like a joke," Mai told her.

"True," Emi admitted. "And you're lucky they believed that I just want to be his friend."

"Come on, him meeting them wouldn't be THAT bad," Mai said.

"Mai, I barely know him," Emi started. "And I would like to get know him without worrying about my parents condemning or judging him."

"So, what do plan on doing with him this weekend?" Mai asked.

"I sent him a text asking what he'd want to do," Emi responded. "I haven't gotten answer yet."

"You don't have any ideas?" Mai guessed.

"I thought about a movie but that doesn't really help you get to know someone," Emi said.

"Unless you want to know their movie taste," Mai added. "Go out to dinner?"

"But then it sounds more like a date," Emi replied. "This is just between two wannabe friends."

"Game night?" Mai suggested.

"That's more fun if there are more people," Emi responded. Emi felt her phone vibrate. She dried her hands before pulling it out and reading her text. Emi smiled before texting, 'Sounds good. See you then! :).'

"What did he suggest?" Mai asked.

"He asked if we could go to the cat café near his house on Saturday at 7," Emi informed her.

"CUTE!" Mai exclaimed. "Take pictures for me?"

"No promises," Emi told her.