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I rode home, smiling to myself. It was a lovely night, really. I enjoyed it. But something I over heard Hitoshi say was scratching at the back of my mind, trying to get out.
"What happened to being my wingman? You're flirting with the girl I want to date!"
The words brought heat to my face, making me nervous. I know that he thought I couldn't hear their little argument in the kitchen, but I did. I wish I hadn't, but heightened senses aren't something I can get rid of.
Had Hitoshi only invited me over to flatter me? To get me to go on a real date with him? Technically we had. Twice. Cute coffee dates, something I thought were amazing.
Would I object if he asked me out? Am I interested in a relationship right now? What will Shoto say? What would he do? What about Bakugo and Izuku and the girls or even Sero?
And what Denki said in response only made the situation that much worse.
"I forgot how pretty she is ok? And she's funny, and she's smart, and she's sweet. She's amazing!"
God damnit. I thought, why the hell is my life like this?
And that talk Hitoshi and I had on the roof. I've never really told anyone that before. I thought I was this hard to break open person that no one could read, yet Hitoshi comes along and knocks my walls down with a single blow.
That shit is shady as hell.
I pulled into the parking garage of my apartment building and locked up my bike.
Pulling off my helmet, I made my way to the elevators.
I made it to my floor without any trouble, walking down the hall to my apartment. After fiddling with my keys, I got my door open and entered, looking around to make sure everything was in place.
Everything was, nothing was out of the ordinary, so I changed into more comfortable clothes and flopped on my couch.
"At least I go back to work tomorrow." I muttered to myself. "Oh shit, I go back to work tomorrow."
I paused.
"Yes!" I screamed, punching and kicking the air. Maybe it was unhealthy how much I relied on my work. How I used it as a shield to not deal with my personal problems. But at this point, I didn't care. I missed it. Maybe not the serial killers or rapists or pedophiles, but I missed joking with Chiharu. Making fun of Daichi and giving him relationship advice.
It hurt to be away for so long, but now I was going back. It felt like I was going home after an exchange program.
I was elated.
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About an hour later I felt like a kid on their first day of school. I had a suit hung up and pressed, shoes shined and a blue tie with little suns on it laid out. My alarm was set and I got into bed, hoping to go to sleep.
I found myself tossing and turning, not able to fall asleep.
"Shit." I muttered, staring at my ceiling.
How did I get here? I've heard several people proclaim their love for me whether they knew I was listening or not. In the last two months my life has changed drastically. I was kidnapped for one. Made friends with murderers. Avoided a scandal. I was someone's fake girlfriend. Made a ton of new friends who seem to want to co-star in a friends to lover's romance with me. Taught a class at my old school. Met some of my idols. Gave my parents a good "fuck you" for what seems like the hundredth time.
Hell, who knows what the future holds. Maybe I'll crash and burn. Maybe I'll be greater than ever.
God only knows.
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While stirring my tea, I looked through my phone, seeing what happened while I was asleep. My screen went black with a call from Mina. I answered it, her and Jiro's face filling my screen.
So it's a FaceTime call thing. Good to know.
"Hey guys." I said, smiling a bit and waving as I set my phone on the counter in front of me.
"Oh! You are up! Awesome!" Mina exclaimed. She was holding the phone and Jiro stood beside her. Half of Mina's face was covered by her signature white mask and Jiro's black collar hid her neck.
"We're about to go on patrol but we just wanted to say good luck on your first day back!"
I smiled wide at the gesture.
"You guys, you're to sweet!"
"We just wanted to make you smile a little this morning before you went in." Jiro said, smiling.
"Well thank you. It means a lot."
"Any time!"
"It might not be as great as falling asleep on Ochaco's counter, but I hope you have a good day." Jiro said, winking at me through the screen. I laughed and said thank you again.
"Well, we have to go. Talk to you later!" Mina exclaimed, waving.
The screen went black again and I smiled to myself.
I continued to scroll through InstaGram as I sipped my tea and saw that Kirishima, Ochaco and Yaoyorozu all posted something as a way to congratulate me.
It was nice to have friends. Whether I kiss them or not.
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I strode down the street, cup in hand. My bag was slung over my shoulder and I was smiling wide. I was finally going back to work.
I waved to the people on the streets as I passed and relished in the fact I was wearing a suit again.
A lot of people think they're uncomfortable or to constricting, but I wore them so much I feel exposed without one.
I finally made it to the agency, pausing in front of the door. I buttoned my jacket and smoothed it out. The sun created a glare on the glass but the black stick on letters that read Musutafu Detective Agency Current Head: Agent (L/N) (Y/N).
I smiled as I read them again. I sighed and my hands shook with excitement.
I nodded and pushed the door open.
"I'm back bitches."
You're baaack!
Fun Fact: I wrote it out of the chapter, but originally Chapter Forty-four was going to start with (Y/N) waking up after her and Izuku had sex.
One of my favorite things in the world right now is when I get new readers that comment a lot. I love watching as they make their way through the story, and the funniest thing is when they comment stuff like: "I KNEW IT," especially when Tomura is introduced. It makes me happy :)
Reminder: It doesn't matter what they think, trust me. They're just jealous. The only opinion that matters is yours. You look amazing today and all days. I love you so much ๐๐
Over and out.
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