“You must be Kirei, that name wouldn’t fit an unflashy person,” he beams as he approaches you, sipping from his water bottle.
- trainer tengen (😈)
I turned at the sound of my name being called. I eyed the tall white-haired man up and down before I adjusted the straps to my sports bra. "That's me. And you must be my trainer, Uzui-san, was it?"
“C’mon miss pouts a lot.” He teased, opening the door to the passenger side to help you out. “I think you will be pleasantly surprised for where I am taking you.”
Lacing your hand with his, he walks you to the entrance of this beautiful restaurant in Tokyo called Narisawa. It’s expensive and full of pro-hero’s with money to waste.
Shoto being well known, they are already leading him to a table for two; a bottle of your favorite wine awaiting for you.
—Shotō Todoroki
As I held on to his arm, I could feel my anxiety rising. There were so many pro heros here and then there was me. A simple quirkless nurse. I did not have the right to stand next to Shouto. I shouldn't be here.
Shouto placed a comforting arm around my waist, his lips to my ear as he told me to calm down. I took in a deep breath, trying to keep that evil little voice at bay. Shouto brought me here because he wanted me here.
I sat down in the chair that he pulled out for me and admired the scenery. "Shou, its beautiful here." I smiled at him when he opened the bottle of wine and poured some into my glass. "This was really sweet of you."
I snap my fingers in front of her face, rolling my eyes when she snaps out of her small daze. Sighing and pushing my hair back while I look down at her with a look of faux look of disappointment set on my face.
“Not paying attention to what I’m saying? I was asking if you wanted to go to the bakery with me..but since it seems like you don’t I’ll just go alone. It’s a shame really. They have the best cupcakes today, fresh and good enough to take home.”
I sigh out, rubbing my face in ‘distress’ and beginning to walk away in long strides, if she wanted to catch up she would have to run to me.
- Jean
Looking up from my nails, I gasp and start jogging behind him. I whine at him and grab his sleeve to pull him back, stumbling over my own feet trying to catch up to him.
J-Jean wait! ‘M sorry, I was just… daydreaming. I promise! I wanna go to the bakery!
Once I catch up to him I stand in front of his way, staring into his eyes with my big doe ones as if I’m about to cry. I don’t want him to go.
D-Don’t leave! C’mon let’s go. Please?
I grab hold of his hand and hold it tightly as if he could float away like a balloon in the wind, biting my lip nervously as I hope he doesn’t change his mind.