Bumping into a stranger on a street was a solid source of anxiety.
Bumping into a stranger on a street and spilling his coffee was an even more solid source of anxiety.
Bumping into a hot stranger on a street and spilling his coffee was Izuku's current source of anxiety that made him shake and go mute in seconds because the stranger was tall and hot and looking at him with murderous intent and hot and mad and—
"You're muttering Sir," the stranger hissed out, still looking at him with that hateful expression. "You're muttering and I can hear every word so you might want to shut up as to not make your situation worse."
Izuku froze in place. This black-haired man would kill him. He was sure of that. Nothing would save him—
"Shōta, don't scare children," A purple-haired individual made his way towards them and patted the black-haired stranger on his shoulder.
Izuku shuddered. Damn, this one was even hotter and just as tall.
But wait, children?
"I'm— I'm an adult!"
Both of the strangers looked at him with condescending expression, the purple one though smirked after a moment.
"You're a cutie little one, what would you say about grabbing some ice tea sometimes?"
He's so bold!
The stranger looked at him like a cat watching a bird, like a hunter ready to strike his prey. It was unnerving but also… exciting.
"I— Su-Sure..? Um— I'm—" he tried to choke out something coherent but the black-haired individual—Shōta apparently—was still starring daggers into his very soul.
"It's a date then Bok choy-san!" purple-head exclaimed with a teasing edge to his voice, pulling out a business card.
"Bok choy!?" Izuku took the card mindlessly, sputtering vowels without sense, but the purple-head just laughed, patted him on his hair like an unruly child and dragged the black-haired man, continuing waving to Izuku until they had to take a turn on the sidewalk.
Izuku stood there, frozen, for a good few minutes before looking down at the card in his hands.
Shinsō Hitoshi
writer and illustrator
XXX XXX XXX
shinsouhitoshi
Huh.
Admittedly it took Izuku solid 7 hours to realize that he was supposed to call Shinsō because the man didn't have his number.
The talk went about as well as a phone call with a phone-anxious person can go. Finally, Shinsō took mercy on him and proposed switching to text messages. That was way more manageable.
But the moment the call ended Izuku felt a pang of… something in his chest. It took him about fifteen messages to realize what was wrong. Shinsō's voice was incredibly deep and simply soothing to listen to.
Was it weird to like someone's voice so much?
...
Oops?
A ping of his phone got him out of musings.
Shinsō Hitoshi
How about tomorrow 18:00 in Moonlight Delight?
*Shinsō Hitoshi sent a location*
Midoriya Izuku
Sounds great!
Shinsō Hitoshi
Can't wait, Bok choy-san~
Midoriya Izuku
Shinsō-san, you know my name is Midoriya.
*Shinsō Hitoshi set Midoriya Izuku's nickname to Bok choy*
Shinsō Hitoshi
: )
Bok choy
...
Izuku closed the chat window with a huff. What a tease!
He wasn't gonna lie, he kinda liked it. The casual teasing and generally friendly behaviour made him flattered. He searched Shinsō's name before calling him and he was lowkey a big-shot as a fantasy writer, hiding under the nickname Lunar.
To think that someone like him was interested in Izuku, even if it was just the looks…
Needless to say that Izuku's heart was soaring.
The ice tea shop looked great. It had this climate of a rundown place but it was clean and neat and not that busy, yet filled with clientele.
There was just that perfect balance of chatter and silence that made Izuku doze off while waiting for his date.
He came to when someone shook him lightly. Cracking an eye open he saw Shinsō looking at him with a fond smile. He looked so… perfect. Eyes soft, mouth quirked, a row of unnaturally straight pearly white teeth peeking out… Izuku sighed, leaning into the touch.
Shinsō seemed content staying like this a little longer, his hand on Izuku's arm, gripping him slightly, eyes focused on greenhead's face. Stray streaks of setting sun caught on his face making the skin seem as if it was sparkling lightly.
They stayed in silence, creeping closer ever so often, only speaking to the waiter to give her their orders, and then take them.
Shinsō's drink was bright red, called Lunar Special, Izuku's blubbery tea seemed way better though, maybe because it didn't have that slight metallic scent. The purple-haired man insisted it's fine though, so Izuku trusted him.
He didn't expect his first date to be spent on watching the setting sun through a window of some ice tea shop, having his date's arm around his waist, but the moment was magical, leaving him high on pleasant feelings.
And when Shinsō bent down to place a small kiss in the corner of his lips he could do nothing but reciprocate, trying not to focus too much on the fact that the man's skin seemed hard like marble and shimmered in the light just like a diamond.