As it turned out, Hadou was as rapid a texter as she was a speaker.
Case in point…
Nejire
hey
u doing anything later?
or are you one of the ppl who goes to school on the weekend?
ua doesnt really enforce that but idk what its like for ur school
does ur school even have weekend classes?
Izuku stared at his phone in shock as the waterfall of texts poured in. It was only 7:30 and Hadou was clearly already operating at full capacity. He hurried to type out a response that satisfied her ever-burning curiosity.
Izuku
Hhi, Hadou.
No, I don't have any plans for ttoday. My sschool offers weekend classes, but I don't think I've ever seen a tteacher actually show up for them, so I don't bother. Does U.A. really not enforce Saturday class?
He placed his phone down after sending the second text, thinking it would buy him some time to at least start eating his breakfast, but it was buzzing before he could even pick up his fork.
Izuku accepted the fact that he would have to multitask when the phone started vibrating so frequently it almost flew off the table. How was it even possible to type that quickly? Maybe it had something to do with her Quirk - with how… excitable she could be, that wouldn't surprise him in the slightest.
Nejire
lol you even stutter when you type thats great! how do you even do that?
anyways no ua is tough enough as it is the teachers usually offer weekend classes as a remedial/study hall kind of thing and even then its usually a thing general ed takes advantage of but some teachers like thirteen and ectoplasm will offer extra credit if you want it. well not you because you dont go to ua but you know what i mean
ANYWAYS what i was trying to say earlier was that we should hang out today! i dont have anything planned and you said you dont either so we should do something that doesnt involve me running you over? that probably wouldnt be very fun unless youre a sadist or something but thats like really weird and you dont seem weird and it didnt look like you enjoyed getting thrown into a pole but hey i dont judge
so ice cream? we can do something else if you want that was just a suggestion, im down to do whatever
Man.
He was so not cut out for this.
Nejire
u there?
At her next text, Izuku scrambled to get back to typing.
Izuku
Yes I'm here, ssorry. I was just reading your messages.
It's not a stutter, they're just typos. It would be pretty bad if I couldn't text without stuttering.
That's nice I guess, having the extra day off must be nice for you guys.
And now came the hard part.
Hadou wanted to hang out.
With him.
Was he dreaming? Maybe he should pinch himself - nope, definitely not a dream.
But why? What was her endgame? And why was she calling him a sadist? Was this a date?
No, of course not. Who would want to date him? The idea was about as laughable as him being a hero - and he knew full well how realistic that was.
A friendly outing. With a very pretty girl. Who for some reason wanted to interact with him.
Izuku
Ice ccream sounds good if you want
Hey, if she was going to be nice to him he might as well embrace it. It was only a matter of time before Hadou found out he was Quirkless and immediately dropped whatever interest she had in befriending him, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to for a while.
Also, ice cream. Who didn't like ice cream?
Nejire
great! i know a place, ill text you later with the location and the time! cya!
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It wasn't a date. It wasn't a date. It wasn't a date.
Izuku had to keep repeating that same mantra to himself over and over, otherwise his head might've exploded from embarrassment.
He had no real idea where he was, aside from somewhere in uptown Musutafu. She had texted him the location of some ice cream parlor he'd never heard of before, and he was waiting patiently outside, standing beneath the large, multi-colored ice cream cone sign that slowly spun around.
To be honest, he was kind of surprised by the fact that he was the first one there. Considering how, uh, energetic Hadou was, he expected her to be the first one here by a mile.
A small, nasty part of his mind was already whispering to him that she was never going to show up, and that she had just been stringing him along to do this exact thing once he finally put his guard down.
But for some reason, Izuku didn't think Hadou would do that.
Of course, he could always be wrong (like he was about a great many things) but –
"Midoriya!" A now-familiar voice cheered, "Over here! Midoriya!"
Izuku turned towards where he heard the voice, only to jump as he realized Hadou had arrived - and was already right next to him.
"Ah!" He jumped in surprise at the girl's speed, with Hadou bursting into giggles as she witnessed his reaction. "U-uh, h-hi."
"Heya!" Hadou gave him a brief onceover, slowing down as she read his shirt. "Why does your t-shirt say 'pants'?"
Izuku sighed - it seemed like he found another person who could not understand his choice in fashion. "It's supposed to be funny," he explained quietly, the wind already gone from his sails.
She tilted her head to the side in confusion. "I don't get it."
"No one does," he muttered, "It's m-meant to be ironic."
At least she hadn't commented on the rest of his clothes. He kind of expected the reaction to his t-shirt, what with just about everybody else on the planet receiving them the same way, but he was also wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white undershirt with long sleeves.
Hadou hummed. "It kind of suits you," she said, "It's kind of weird seeing you without your school uniform on though. I couldn't really imagine you wearing anything else, it fit you too well! If you had a default outfit, I'd bet it was that one, but this one is good too! What do you think about my outfit?"
Izuku blinked at the barrage of information she just dumped on him, before hesitating as he replayed the question she posed to him in his head. Hadou spun around in a circle to show off her choice of clothing better, her skirt twirling in tandem with its owner. She was wearing a loose periwinkle blouse that matched the color of her hair, as well as a white t-shirt underneath that could barely be seen between her neck and the blouse. Her skirt was a slightly darker blue, going down to her knees with frills along the entire article of clothing.
"U-um, it's nice," he commented, doing his best not to stare, "It m-matches you really well."
"You think so?" Hadou asked, "Thanks! I like blue, it's my favorite color! I might be a little biased because of my hair though. It's kind of a pain to upkeep, though, and brushing it takes forever! Did I keep you waiting? Did you already order something? You live in Musutafu, have you ever been here? This place is pretty nice, so I'd assume you've been here before! It's really good!"
He shook his head slowly. "Um, no to e-everything. I only got here a few minutes ago, so I haven't even been inside, and I've never been here."
Hadou gasped. Loudly. "Really?!" She asked, seemingly in shock, "That's horrible! Well not the just getting here part, but you've seriously never been here before?!"
Izuku shrugged lamely. "I've n-never even heard of this place before, s-so no."
She shook her head in disbelief. "That's horrible!" Hadou cried, "Hold on, we're gonna fix that right now."
He opened his mouth to respond, but any words that would have come out died in his throat as Hadou reached out and grabbed him by the hand, practically dragging him into the ice cream parlor. His blush turned nuclear as he stumbled behind the taller girl, nearly tripping over his feet like an idiot in no small part thanks to the fact that he could barely remember how to walk.
Also, she was kind of moving quickly. That didn't really help things.
As Hadou pushed the door open, a small jingle went off from the bell above the door. A few heads turned towards them, mostly from workers, but no one paid them any real mind.
Considering how strong Hadou's feelings were about the place, it was rather… vacant. There were customers, sure, but considering that it was only a little past noon on a Saturday, there wasn't anywhere near the level of foot traffic that Izuku had expected.
There was around half a dozen workers standing behind the counter that displayed all the flavors of ice cream that the parlor had to offer, with most of them busying themselves either with scooping out whichever flavors the eager customers (mainly children or middle schoolers) were pointing to or tinkering with one of the many machines that were whirring along. He could make out which one was dispensing soft-serve ice cream and one that layered toppings on, but nothing beyond that.
There were easily over two dozen flavors available, from the classic vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry to more exotic options like birthday cake, pistachio, peanut butter, and even black licorice. The floor was a checkerboard style of black and white tiles, while a red and white tablecloth of a similar pattern covered each table. Upbeat music played at a low volume wafted slowly across the building, and Izuku was reminded of a sort of theming he had seen in some pre-Quirk era American movies.
Of course, none of that mattered because he was still trying not to have a heart attack.
"–Midoriya? Midoriya? Anyone home?"
Izuku blinked as he reentered reality, realizing Hadou was poking him in the shoulder (and still holding his hand, for some reason) with a look of slight concentration on her face.
His face flushed once more. "S-sorry," he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, "I kind of spaced out for a second. W-what were you saying?"
She gave him a smile. "No worries!" She exclaimed, "I do that all the time! Aizawa hates it!"
"Who?" Izuku felt a little lost by the end there, but he understood the gist of what she was saying.
"One of my teachers," Hadou said flippantly, "He's a real piece of work! Anyways, I was just asking about what you were planning to get?"
Izuku hummed. "Um, I don't know, p-probably just regular ice cream?" He eyed the multitude of flavors arrayed on display. "Y-you said you've been here before, right? What do you like to get?"
Hadou's eyes lit up at the question. "Yeah!" She exclaimed, "I love this place! Me and my friend Yuyu found it one day when we got lost on the train after one of our first days at U.A., and from the first bite I had of their ice cream I was hooked! The trip is kind of out of the way for me, but it's super worth it because–"
"Next!" One of the employees called, shaking Hadou out of the start of her spiel.
Unfazed, the girl quickly took her spot in front of the counter, Izuku in tow, and gave a friendly wave to the worker. "Hello!" She greeted cheerily, "I'll have my usual, please!"
The worker blinked. "Um," he replied slowly, his voice unnaturally high considering how large he was, "I'm sorry, who are you?"
His voice had a slight lisp, probably owed to his thick lips. Based on his frame alone he would seem rather intimidating, but considering how he held himself it was likely he was somewhat mild-mannered. He wore a simple white and pink striped t-shirt, along with a tiny little nametag that sat atop his left pectoral.
Hadou frowned. "What do you mean? She questioned, "I'm here all the time! Everyone here knows me, are you new here?"
The boy (because he couldn't have been much older than Izuku, if at all) nodded to confirm her suspicions. "Yeah," he said, shrugging, "I only got hired a few weeks ago. So, uh, how can I help you?"
Hadou completely ignored the worker, instead taking the time to look around behind him for someone else. She brightened as she saw a face she recognized, immediately waving her hand to get their attention.
"Hey! Mika!" She called, "Mika!"
The girl who was working at the soft-serve machine's eyes lit up at Hadou's voice, immediately turning her head towards the periwinkle-haired girl. "Nejire-chan?"
The female worker quickly made her way over to them, smiling brightly at Hadou as Izuku and the male worker stood awkwardly to the side. "Oh my gosh, it's been forever!" She greeted, "How've you been!"
Nejire offered her a megawatt smile. "I know, right? Sorry, but I've been kinda busy at U.A. for the past few weeks, what with the new school year and all. How are you doing? How are your sisters? Your mom?"
The woman (Mika, Izuku supposed) laughed as Hadou continued to ramble. "You don't need to apologize, little-miss-hero," she chuckled, "I know all about just how busy you are these days! Everyone's doing alright, thanks for asking! And…"
Her eyes landed on Izuku, a mischievous glint in her eyes that really worried him. "I see you've been busy. Finally found yourself a boyfriend?"
If Izuku thought he was blushing like an idiot earlier, there were no words to describe how embarrassed he was at that moment. He finally freed his hand from Hadou's in a panic, choking on his spit and mumbling incoherently.
Hadou just laughed. "Nah, this is just my friend Midoriya!" She explained, "I met him a few days ago! He said he's never been here before, but he lives in Musutafu! Can you believe that?"
Mika shrugged. "It's a big world, you know," she reminded, "But we'll be sure to accommodate him. Nice to meet you, Midoriya."
"L-l-likewise," he mumbled, eyes trained squarely on the large tub of root beer ice cream in front of him. If he focused on anything else, he might just die of embarrassment.
"Hey, Tanaka-san," the other worker asked, regaining her attention, "Do you still need me over here, or…"
Mika waved him off. "You're good, Satou," she said calmly, "Go and see if Maya needs any help with the slushie machine, I'll take it from here."
The boy nodded and was quick to disappear into the back of the parlor, with Tanaka turning back to Hadou and Izuku. "You know, Nejire," she hummed, "Satou here is going to U.A. too! He's even in the Hero Course! Maybe you'll see him sometime."
"Ooh, maybe!" Hadou nodded. "He seems nice! But I'm here for one thing and one thing only today!"
Tanaka smirked. "I'm sure you are. The usual?"
"Yep!" She confirmed, "As for the flavors… how about one birthday cake, one cotton candy, one rocky road, and one strawberry!"
Wait, what?
The worker nodded, already moving between each tub of ice cream to fill out Hadou's order. The four scoops of ice cream were placed into a massive waffle cone, with the entire thing then being coated in sprinkles, hot fudge, chocolate chips, and a few marshmallows. Finally, Tanaka grabbed a single plastic spoon from a small dispenser behind her and stuck it into the sugary monstrosity she had created, offering the treat to Hadou with a smile.
She looked ecstatic.
"Thanks!" Hadou said happily, eyeing the ice cream hungrily, "Oh, I've missed you!"
Tanaka then turned towards Izuku once more. "And how about you, kid?"
To be honest, his appetite had kind of evaporated once he saw the cavity-inducer disguised as ice cream that Hadou had ordered. But he knew saying nothing was just about the stupidest thing he could ever do, so he kept it simple. "Ah, one scoop of m-mint chocolate chip, please."
She nodded at his request, a knowing look in her eyes. "Cone or cup?"
"A cone is f-fine."
"Gotcha." Tanaka handed him the cone with practiced ease. "That'll be 300 yen."
Izuku nodded, quickly handing over the requested bills with his free hand. "Thanks," he said quietly, before sparing a look towards Hadou (who had already started to dig in to her abomination of a meal), "Um, d-does she–"
"Nejire's got a tab with us," Tanaka quickly explained, "Makes things easier - she's our best customer! I'll just add it later."
"Mhm!" Hadou nodded quickly. "C'mon, Midoriya! Let's go get a table!"
Yet again she grabbed him by the hand and led him away (causing him to repeat the same exact motions he's been going through over the past few minutes), with Hadou's friend behind the counter snickering silently to herself all the while.
Hadou led them to a small booth in the corner of the parlor, quickly sliding onto the bright red cushions with her mountain of ice cream. Izuku took a little more time himself, mostly trying to get his heartbeat back to human levels, but eventually took a seat opposite Hadou.
She hummed in delight as she went to town on her ice cream, with Izuku doing his best not to stare as she ate. They fell into a somewhat awkward silence - well, awkward for him. Hadou seemed to be having a blast.
He took a lick of his mint chocolate chip scoop. It was good, but for some reason tasted a little sweeter than he was used to. Not that that was an inherently bad thing or anything, but it was still a little unexpected.
But why did Hadou like it so much?
Well… only one way to find out.
"Um…" He started slowly, nearly losing his nerve once she turned her attention away from her ice cream and back to him, "You r-really like this place, huh?"
He ended with an awkward and forced laugh, already regretting opening his mouth, but Hadou just nodded enthusiastically. "Yep!" She agreed heartily, "It's great! Aside from that new guy I know everybody who works here, and they know me! They know just how I like my ice cream, which is great, because if I asked any other ice cream parlor for this kind of order they'd probably refuse to serve me."
He spared her cone a look, and realized he could barely even see the ice cream beneath all the toppings Tanaka had added. "...I see. It, ah, does seem v-very sugary."
"Which is why it's so awesome!" At his somewhat perplexed look, she decided to elaborate. "See, they use an old American recipe for their ice cream which means it's got even more sugar than usual, which for most people probably isn't the healthiest, but it's awesome for me! I really need energy and stamina for my Quirk, and this place is great for that because not only is this stuff great at raising my tolerance for energy, but the sugar highs that it gives me lead to massive crashes that work like stamina training! It's perfect!"
Izuku didn't know about the science behind that, but who was he to judge someone else's Quirk - especially one that he knew just about nothing about. Besides, Quirks were bullshit. 'Science' and 'laws of physics' didn't really apply to them.
"What is your Quirk, Hadou-san?" He asked (before quickly backtracking), "I-if you don't m-mind me asking, of c-course."
She shook her head, already starting to take out spoonfuls from her ice cream again - she seemed to be targeting the birthday cake scoop with extreme prejudice. "Not at all!" She replied, "My Quirk is called Wave Motion. It's kind of, like, super complicated, but to keep it simple it lets me release my vitality in the form of shockwaves, like this!"
Hadou briefly left her spoon to sit atop her sprinkle-covered creation, and placed her hand out towards him with her palm facing upwards. A small yellow spiral, no taller than a pencil, suddenly appeared in the air above her hand, swirling around like a miniature tornado in slow motion before she dismissed it with a wave of her hand.
"I can do a lot of cool stuff with it," she elaborated, slowly returning to her ice cream, "Or, at least, I think I can. Coming up with new ideas for super moves is tough! But I have a lot I can do with it already - remember how I flew around you when I walked you home that one time? That was thanks to my Quirk. I have a lot of control over it, especially the size of the spirals, and I've trained with it a lot! The only downside, if you can call it that, is that it can be kind of slow sometimes since it always comes out in a super wide arc, but if I give it enough 'oomph' it'll still be pretty quick! What do you think?"
Now, Nejire wouldn't admit this until much, much later to him, but the way his eyes had completely lit up as she described her Quirk to him was the first moment she realized that there was something special about Izuku to her.
"Wow!" Izuku gasped, eyes wide and mouth open in amazement, "That sounds–"
He cut himself off as soon as he realized what he was doing, causing Hadou to look at him in confusion as he tried to play it off as a cough.
"You okay?" She asked, eyes wide in concern.
"Y-y-yeah," he stuttered, "S-sorry. M-m-must've had some i-ice cream go down the wrong p-pipe."
Real smooth. Izuku took another lick of his ice cream, trying to hide how he really wished he was at home all of a sudden. "Um, but yeah, y-your Quirk seems really c-cool."
He cringed at the way he sounded like a little kid. Even after all this time, he still turned into a four-year-old whenever he learned about Quirks. He couldn't even hide his weirdness for more than fifteen minutes.
He was such a loser.
Nejire didn't say anything about the minor scene he had caused, but her eyes certainly showed a level of concern. Midoriya didn't see it, of course, being far too preoccupied with doing anything but meeting her eyes.
Hmm. This would take some tact.
"You think so?" Nejire asked, calmly ignoring the fact that he was curling in on himself, "Thanks! A lot of people either think my Quirk is kind of terrible because of the drawbacks, or think it's just fluky that I got such a powerful one."
Izuku blinked. Was she still talking to him?
He spared a glance up towards Hadou, and sure enough, her attention was focused on him. Was she waiting for him to respond?
"U-um…" he started, awkward as ever, "I'm s-sorry to hear that. Your Quirk s-seems like a strong one, sure, b-but, ah, I'm s-sure you had to put in a lot of e-effort to make it so."
He took another tentative lick of his ice cream, unsure of how Hadou would respond. Or if she even would respond.
Nejire hummed to herself slowly. She could tell Midoriya seemed interested in her Quirk - before he bottled himself up, he definitely seemed enthralled by her discussion of it. But she didn't know why he'd hide his interest so suddenly. It was the most passion she'd ever seen out of the boy (at least, aside from when she asked him if he didn't want to interact with her).
"Yep! I've had to do a lot of training to get to where I am today," she agreed, testing the waters, "So what do you think?"
Izuku blinked. "Th-think about what?"
"My Quirk, silly!" Hadou giggled, "You seemed like you had something to say about it earlier, right? I wanna hear!"
His face became flushed again. "O-oh, um…" Izuku trailed off slowly, before forcing a laugh and a fake smile, "Y-you don't want to hear me t-talk about any of that! I'm, um, s-sure I don't have anything interesting to say, hah…"
He looked back down quickly, grimacing slightly at his excuse, and that was when Nejire realized what the problem was.
And it made her upset - though she had enough control of herself to not show it.
Hadou hummed, twirling her spoon around in her hand as her ice cream began to slowly melt before slowly shaking her head. "Sure I do!"
Izuku looked back up in alarm. "H-huh?"
She gave him a toothy smile. "I love talking about Quirks!" Hadou explained, "And I want to hear what you think about mine! I won't bite, promise!"
Izuku gulped. Hadou seemed pretty insistent on hearing his opinion, but…
Why? No one wanted to hear him talk about Quirks, and for good reason. It was creepy, stalkery, annoying, he could go on and on for hours about why he should just keep his mouth shut.
So why was Hadou acting like that wasn't true?
Realizing that she was still waiting on an answer from him, he cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter - he felt more tense than just about anything in the world.
"W-well," he started, trying to muster the nerve to speak honestly, "It seems like a, ah, Quirk with a low floor and a very high ceiling, if I'm being honest. Y-you said you're Quirk was the reason you could fly, right? H-how does that work - if you d-don't mind me a-asking!"
Hadou giggled at his mannerisms. "Like I said earlier, no problem! To fly, all I have to do is emit some spirals from my feet and I can hover, and then to move I can either increase the output from those spirals or I can change their direction - it helps when I use my hands to help stabilize myself as well, but I've been flying for so long that I don't really need to use them if it comes down to it."
Izuku nodded. "That's v-very impressive, Hadou-san. I c-can't imagine how long it took you to perfect your flying." He took another lick of his ice cream. "Um, it seems like you've really pushed yourself with your Quirk, which is something a lot of people sometimes either don't do well enough or take for granted entirely, and that's good, b-but, ah, are those the only two applications you've found for Wave Motion?"
Hadou blinked, her easy smile faltering slightly at his words. "What do you mean?"
He winced. "I-I, um, y-you've trained your Quirk very well - and it shows, a-and I'm not trying to take away from the amount of work you've put in! B-but, um, are flight and combat shockwaves the only things you use it for?"
She put her hand up to her chin, deep in thought. "Yeah?" Hadou replied, with the word coming out as more of a question, "Is that bad?"
"No?" Izuku hesitantly responded, "U-um, there's definitely nothing wrong with the way you have been using it, and you've d-definitely been training the right way. B-but, well, Wave Motion is literal energy, right?"
Hadou nodded, leaning forward slightly in anticipation. Feeling brave, he pressed on. "W-well, uh, a l-lot of this is speculation, but there are probably a lot of other ways you c-could apply that. Once you've created a spiral, can you use it to boost another person's output? Can you release it from all over your body? If you can, you can probably use it as a forcefield. Could you use it to amplify your voice, like Present Mic? Can you alter how wide the cone of each spiral is, to make them more efficient?"
The moment he realized he had started to ramble, Izuku slammed his hand over his mouth, completely humiliated once again. "N-nevermind," he whispered hurriedly, "I'm s-sure you've already t-tried all that stuff."
His eyes darted to his lap, ignoring the way that Hadou's eyes had continued to widen. "...No, I haven't."
She'd been too busy training herself to be able to use her Quirk all these years, after all, why would she bother with trying to change how Wave Motion functioned?
They were each in their own separate world at that moment, with Izuku continuing to sink into his seat while Nejire slowly outstretched her hand to summon another spiral - only this time, she tried something she'd never done before.
She tried controlling exactly what she wanted the spiral to look like.
"Holy crap," she whispered, staring down at her hand in awe, "Midoriya, look!"
He raised his chin up, only to join Hadou in staring at her hand. Instead of the compressed, tornado-esque spiral that occupied that spot previously, a taller, longer, almost corkscrew-like spiral sat in its place. The spiral was less compressed, with a smaller arc around each rotation, so much so that this new spiral would likely comfortably fit inside the previous one.
"Look!" She whisper-shouted, "This is… this is…"
Hadou trailed off, seemingly lost for words as a wide grin threatened to split her face in half.
"Holy super crap!" She repeated, eyes alight with possibilities as she eyed Izuku, "And you weren't gonna share your thoughts?!"
"I-I d-didn't want to m-make assumptions?" He weakly defended, "Um, I'm glad I could h-help?"
Hadou was literally buzzing with excitement. "You did a lot more than help, smarty-pants! This is so much more efficient than before, who knows what else I can do! You, apparently! What other stuff did you think I could do again?"
"U-um–"
Before he could formulate a response, she shook her head. "Nevermind, forget the ice cream!" She tossed her (now empty) waffle cone into the nearest trash bin, quickly standing up and reaching for Izuku. He yelped in surprise as she grabbed his hand for the third time today, but she paid him no heed. "We're gonna go do some Quirk testing! And you're gonna help me– unless you don't want to?"
Even though she gave Izuku the option to decline, he could tell that Hadou was really hoping he'd go along with… whatever she had planned. "O-okay?"
"Great!" Hadou whooped, "There's no time to waste!"
Izuku had a funny feeling that her sugar high had kicked in by this point, and that this may have had an effect on her decision making as of right now. "What do you– ack!"
He choked on his spit as Hadou beelined for the exit, practically being dragged behind her as he held on to her hand for dear life, with his other hand still clinging tightly to his single scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Despite the terror that was coursing through his veins, Izuku couldn't help the small feeling of warmth that bubbled up in his chest at the way Hadou was so… herself. The way she was so enthusiastic about everything, the way she encouraged him to speak his mind, the way she was so headstrong, all of it was a lot to take in - but it was what made Hadou, well, Hadou.
It was nice to have a friend again.
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A/N: Another day, another chapter. I have nothing to add.
Aside from the fact that I have no idea what I'm planning to do for the latter-half of this story and it might evolve into something I never planned lol. And that I ship it.
Let me know what you thought, make sure to review! Hope you enjoyed! See you next time!