He looked up at the stars, tears brimming his eyes threatening to fall any second now. A smile fell on his face shortly,
finally...she became one of the stars.
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"You are a hero." She said with a shaky breath, "It matters not which side you...
An outfit will be stated, it just makes things easier for me.
It has this * sign. So feel free to change it if it doesn't suit ur taste. It's very business formal, so it doesn't really matter in the story.
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꧁sixty-eight꧂ Can We Do This Again?
The day before; November 29th.
What awoke (Name) from her sleep was the constant ringing of her smartphone. She was half-asleep, finding herself awake a couple hours back but forced herself to sleep more because she wanted to sleep more.
With the help of her telekinetic ability, her phone levitated right in front of her line of sight as she opened her eyes meekly.
(Name) scoffed when she read the caller ID. She then pressed the answer button and speaker. "hm?"
"Did I wake you up, cutie?"
(Name) sat up from her bed and tolled her eyes, "yes. What do you want?"
A clear of a throat was heard from the other line, "I'm free today. Want to hang out?"
(Name) seung her legs over her bed and picked herself up, "and what makes you think I'm free today?"
"Well," a small chuckle was heard from the other line. "Kyudai has some news. He told me to bring you over."
"That's it?" (Name) asked as she made her way to her bathroom.
She then heard another laugh from the other line, "why? Want to go on a small date?"
(Name) saw herself in the mirror and couldn't help but cringe at her bed hair. It wasn't as bad, it's just that her hair was stuck on her face because of cold sweat and her shirt was all wrinkled.
With the phone still floating next to her, she turned the faucet on. "A date?"
"Yeah. Might as well take you on a date before chappy does."
"Chappy?" (Name) asked and put toothpaste on her toothbrush.
"Shigaraki." He laughed. "You know damn well he needs some lotion. His dick also probably ashy like his lips." Then another laugh was heard through the line.
"Cut him some slack," (Name) suppressed a laugh. "Blame it on his quirk, Dabi."
The line went silent for a few minutes, allowing (Name) to finish her morning bath routine.
The two held a conversation while (Name) was taking a bath. Dabi would occasionally tease her to send pictures, but all he got was a threat to end the call.
"Speaking of his quirk." Dabi paused, "he said you were the first person he touched without disintegrating. Care to explain?"
(Name) rolled her eyes as she skims through her clotheracks. After finding a good dark purple themed outfit, she fished it out and laid it in front of her.
