↫↫↫↫↫ cold soba ↬↬↬↬↬
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so after that embarrassing turn of events, they had somehow ended up sitting at the table closest to the register, eating to their hearts content.

while she was eating some store-bought uramaki and a strawberry slushie, he was doing something that questioned her morals.

eating chicken karaage, chicken braised in miso, and chicken teriyaki, all with a ginormous serving of chicken fried rice.

do you see her problem here?

even though the smoking hot bird in front of her that was committing cannibalism right before her very eyes had assured her that it was not cannibalism, she couldn't help the small voice in the back of her head that was screaming to get away from this psychopath.

cannibalism is now legal i guess-

there were only three things that were keeping her from throwing all that food out the window.

one, she cooked all of that food herself since a) it wasn't on the menu, and b) tazuki had called in sick. it would be a pain and a waste of all her effort.

and two, she knew how precious food was, and she firmly believed that no food should be wasted, ever.

and three, she knew how goddamn expensive that food was and her boss would slightly murder her if he heard that she turned away a customer so rudely.

he waved his hand holding his chopsticks in front of her face, snapping her out of her moral dilemma.

"ya good there, sweet cheeks?"

her face blossomed red, contrasting with the dark purple lights that the room was emitting.

yes, she had gone and changed the whole layout of the shop yet again in both her boredom and her rage at being ghosted.

"y-yeah..." she stuttered, not looking the pro hero in the eye.

unbeknownst to her, the bird man was watching her like a hawk, narrowing his eyes.

he knew something was off about this girl from the moment he walked in. there was something in her eyes that he knew all too well.

loneliness. not just your typical 'oh, i'm alone right now and bored'. it was one that you only got if you had to raise yourself up from the bottom, no one there to help you.

betrayal. a close friend? boyfriend? it seemed something along those lines.

calculative. she barely looked fazed by anything that happens here. something in her eyes was buzzing around, something was brewing in her.

cold. her eyes, those [e/c]-colored orbs that seemed to sparkle barely changed, a sort of sparkle that is easily mistaken for as happy, but the true nature is an icy flame, willing to bestow destruction.

and that strangely made him scared.

because in those eyes, it was dull, empty, and neutral.

what would happen to either side, the light and the dark, if she truly picked a side?

he wasn't willing to find out.

he was startled when she stretched her hands up, popping her shoulder.

pulling down the towel that hung with her half apron, she proceeded to wipe down the spot that she had used, not even passing a glance at him.

"so what's your story, hawks?"

he smirked to hide the apprehension and suspicion in his face. "nothing much, baby bird. stopped a small-fry here and there, all in a day's work."

he shrugged, a subtle hint of smugness in his tone. "just trying to make it easier for the other heroes to get home early."

she raised an eyebrow, but she didn't look up. "i've heard that story countless of times, give me a good one."

he mimicked her action, the corners of his lips perking up even more.

"how about ya tell me a little 'bout yourself, sweetheart? surely someone like ya shouldn't be working here in the food industry. it's brutal on such a pretty face."

abruptly, she stopped cleaning the table, her eyes turning even more blank, if that was even possible.

she wrung the towel over her shoulder, taking her hair tie off her wrist and wrapping her hair in a ponytail.

"what's it to ya?" she replied, copying his accent. "i ain't a fragile dolly, i've got some bite to me."

swiping the already empty dishes in front of him, she floated back to the kitchen, her hair swinging behind her.

"a quirkless little orphan like me gotta do what i gotta do."

she looked back over her shoulder, one hand already pushing back the curtains leading to the kitchen. "enjoy your night, mr takami."

and with that, she left him in shell-shocked, frozen in his spot.

how the fuck does she know my name?

pulling out his phone, he called on the number that he hated so much.

"hello? i'm here to report a breach. someone has access to my files."

this bitch just got
traumatised

also, shoutout to ma
girl bokutohues for being
an absolute queen
please check out her books

also, hehe not gonna
see shoto til the next
chapter

happy news, i might
actually get an updating
schedule now *mind blown*

plus, it's a pain in the neck
to fix the formating
e v e r y s i n g l e t i m e

completed 06.29.20
11:33:14 a.m. a.e.s.t.
(australian easternstandard time)

published 06.29.20
3:52:12 a.e.s.t.
(australian eastern
standard time)