6 | 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖵𝖨

❝ 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. ❞

You walk back home with your parents not around only to find out they're still gone from their worked, they even texted you that it's impossible for them to come back home today so you were going to be alone overnight.

With a sigh, you made yourself a dinner and eat alone, feeling the silent atmosphere. You somehow find it peaceful being alone in the house.

With one more scoop from your spoon, opening your mouth as you slowly shove the spoon into your mouth full of the food you cooked for yourself.

Your mouth was filled with a delicious texture of taste, chewing the food as you quickly stand up, grabbing the plate and putting it in the sink.

Deciding to wash the dish later, you then walked towards the wooden stair, walking up towards it before opening the trapdoor that was permanently up in the ceiling.

You pushed it, letting yourself in before closer the trap door once again. Scanning your room, your wall was colored with [color], walls covered with a few papers that was mostly a notes from your 'To Do' list and a few of your fashion drawings.

There was an extra stair colored with white on it and up on it, there's your comfy mattress hanging there while underneath the bed is a table, computer and a few books around.

There was also a small sink right besides the trapdoor, it was for you to wash your face after waking up early in the morning for school or for washing your hand when you're doing something.

There was also a coffee table and a small two couches; it's actually used whenever you're doing something like school works, sometimes your step sister would come into yourself and helped you out—which you're pretty thankful for that.

You took a notice of your room, telling yourself how messy it was as you forgot to clean it up before heading to school.

You were almost late anyway so why clean it up?

You took a deep breath before grabbing a few papers on the floor, arranging the rug, organizing your book on the table and those paper on the wall.

You push the torso mannequin and place it where it was always standing—which was right in the corner of your room.

You swipe the dust on the floor with a broom and a few minutes, you were finally done.

Turning your head towards the window, gazing outside as you realized it was night time. You grabbed your towel and your pajamas, walking out of your room as you took a great, small shower before walking down the living room.

Locking the door and window, even in the back door in case someone might break in and steal stuff, possible kidnapped you—that's how much of a overthink you are.

Checking around the house to see if everything were all settled and locked, and right after that; you went back to your room, also locking the trapdoor, in case.

Turning off the light as the moon shine through your room which is easier for you to see and where you're going, you notice a staircase figure as you immediately step forwards.

Stepping your feet on the stairs and then start to step up, you crawl after meeting with the comfy, bouncy mattress. Grabbing the blanket as you layed down and cover yourself with the blanket you just grab.

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Today was a Saturday, no school things to think or stress about, just relaxing and sleep. Your parents haven't come home yet but they keep updating you which is a good thing that they're still alive or else you would start stressing out or overthink about them dying in a accident.

You didn't do much today which you were dying out of boredom until an idea pop up in your brain; you decided to try out and make a dress, the only problem is that you needed a fabric you want.

Grabbing your phone and texted your mother, asking if you could borrow a money and giving the real reason as it only took her minute to reply with a yes, texting her back with a thank you.

You stand up from your bed, walking towards the closet as you wore a high waist baggy jeans with a oversized [color] t-shirt that has a [brand] on it. You wore one of your favorite shoes before looking at yourself.

You took your bag and your mother's wallet before walking down at the living room, grabbing the key and ready to leave.

After that, you walk out of the house, closing and locking the door before walking away, walking pass by a few people—mostly group of teens and adults.

"Excuse me, Ms! You sort of drop this!" someone yelled causing you to stop walking, turning you body around, seeing a dark green headed hair running towards your way.

And you swore to yourself he seems familiar, "You drop this!"

You look down at his hand, he was gripping a unfamiliar small towel that looks like it doesn't even belong to you.

"Oh sorry, but that isn't mine... I'm not carrying towel around though." you respond as he only look at you, his face blushing, his body trembling and his lips all press together, keeping his self from screaming and fan-boying around.

With a closer look, he was actually your old classmate back in elementary days.

Izuku Midoriya.

He was literally blushing mess, his entire head all red that you started to think his head is going to explode any minute now.

"Are you okay? You look so red." you ask.

"I'm good... Thank.. Tha- I mean! Nevermind! I thought it was you who drop it." he responds, his voice stuttering every words he spoke out of his mouth.

"Oh alright, got to go.. Bye." with one more glance, you turn around and walk away, not turning your head back to him.

"Oi, Deku! You good man?" his friends came back right on time, God knows how he's going to feel the embarrassment if he's friends witness what everything happen before.

"Huh?!— Oh I'm good." he pause with a nervous laugh, "Let's go!"

His friends only look at him in confuse, wondering what happened to make him act like that but then shrugged it off and tried not to think about.

A certain friends of Midoriya actually witness everything, he's actually there, watching from a far. He watched Midoriya giving you a small towel as you spoke something to him causing the poor dark green headed boy to start blushing mess.

He wondered who were you, were you his old friend back then? Perhaps Midoriya's crush? Childhood friend like the explosion boy?

No, that'd be impossible because if Midoriya was really your childhood friend, the explosion boy would've mention you out of his mouth but no, Bakugou didn't talk a single thing about you.

Unless you and Midoriya actually knew each other and become friends without Bakugou knowing.

Watching you walk away as his lips curve into a slight, tiniest smile on his face but immediately drop it.

Why is he suddenly smiling at the random stranger when he clearly doesn't even know your name?

Shaking his and quietly followed his friends behind, he couldn't help but to look back and look down as he didn't saw your figured anymore.

"Midoriya." the icy-hot boy spoke, calling out one of his friends who only turned around and hum in response.

"Who was that?" the dark green headed hair boy froze in his spot.

"Who's what?"