"Thank you for agreeing to come out with me. I enjoyed the unexpected dance." Tokoyami stated, looking straight ahead as I unlocked my door.

"Thank you for taking me out, it was a lot of fun," I smiled down at him as my lock clicked, opening the door. "Would you like to come in? Have a drink?"

"I would love to, but I really shouldn't."

"Ah your healing concussion, right. You should go to sleep, get some rest." I smiled, putting my hand on his shoulder. "And we should totally go dancing again someday, preferably whenever you're fully healed."

"That would be great. I'll keep in touch." He responded, looking up at me and giving me what I think was a smile.

"You better."

With that, he turned away, starting to walk towards the elevator on my floor.

"Goodbye detective!" Called Dark Shadow, emerging from Tokoyami's gut and turning to look at me.

He waved excitedly, and I returned it, smiling at the void-bird-thing.

What a strange man.

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"She's great isn't she?" Dark Shadow asked once the doors had closed, his eyes half open and deliriously happy. He leaned on his friend's head, sighing in happiness.

"Dark Shadow, could you please leave me alone for a while?"

"Why? Too flustered to talk to me? I know I would be if the Detective (L/N) dipped me like that, I mean, oh! It was so romantic!" The void being rambled, flipping onto his back and putting his hand to his chest, the other draped elegantly over his eyes.

Tokoyami winced at his counterpart's volume.

"Right, concussion," Dark Shadow said, lowering his tone, "sorry."

"I am not flustered, simply... surprised. That's all."

"Surprised he says. What happened to the guy that asked Mashirao if he 'believes in love at first sight,' knowing full well he was talking about (L/N) (Y/N)? Huh?! Where did he go?!"

"Dark Shadow—"

"Right, concision, sorry."

"Me saying that was simply a moment of weakness-"

"Buuuuuull," Dark Shadow interjected, drawing out the word.

"-because she was missing and it won't happen again."

Tokoyami was desperate for the elevator's doors to open and to be out of here, for this conversation to end so he could sleep.

"It was a moment of weakness? Sure, whatever. All I know is that you're in l, o, v, e with the detective!"

"I am in no such thing."

"Are too."

"I am not."

When will this elevator open?

"Are too."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too-"

"Dark Shadow, I am not in love with (Y/N)!" Tokoyami exclaimed finally, his head pounding with exhaustion and annoyance. He squeezed his eyes shut, only to be met with silence.

He slowly opened them and saw a young man looking quite frightened, his arms held up in front of him as if in surrender. Dark Shadow was no where to be found.

Tokoyami cleared his throat and unclenched his fists.

"Excuse me," he whispered, sliding past the young man, who simply stared, bewildered, at the hero as he walked away.

You ass.
At least the elevator opened!

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What is it with people and inviting me out all of the sudden, I'm beat.

I groaned, shutting the door and putting my keys on the hook.

As fun as it was to dance with Tokoyami, it was exhausting.

Romantic, but exhausting.

What if we did kiss? How would it work? Would I just kiss the side of his beak? Would he just... peck my cheek?

God damn it I'm hilarious.

I should really be a comedian. Drop the detective thing and make people laugh. Talk about character development.

I walked over to my fridge, opening it to see if I had any leftovers to heat up.

"What's today?" I mumbled, rummaging through my shelves. I have half a burger from yesterday? Chiharu wanted to try American, so she stopped somewhere.

Good enough.

"Today's— what? Thursday?" I asked myself, pulling the burger from its place and unwrapping it from its foil.

"How the fuck do you heat up a burger?" I asked myself. I could call Noah and ask, he eats burgers all the time. Then again, it's about five thirty in the morning for him right now. I'd rather not deal with him and his early morning attitude.

If it's bad at seven in the morning, I don't even want to know what it's like at five thirty.

"You know what?" I mumbled, "fuck it, there's no lettuce or anything on it so I'm just gonna nuke it."

Wait, it's Thursday, I thought as I played the leftovers, that means tomorrow's Friday. Tomorrow is my second date with Takami. Shit, I learn to fly tomorrow.

I still had no clue why he wanted me to have his quirk, wanted to fly with me.

It was just so random, that day before the fight.

Like aha, take my quirk! Anyway, let's go possibly die.

Probably wasn't the best time to tell me that, but whatever Takami, you do you.

"I swear if that bird-brained motherfucker pushes me off a building, I'm gonna kill him."

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"God damn it," Jiro groaned, rubbing her cheeks.

On her laptop was an open email from her agency, this specific email holding an invitation to a hero's gala.

"We just had one a few months ago! Why do we need one now?" She could skip it. She could just not go. But she knew her boss required all heroes at her agency to attend at least every third gala. Otherwise her contract could be terminated. It was all a publicity stint, with press and cameras and flashy clothes.

Truth be told, Jiro hated the galas. They were just a way for heroes to show off their money and whatever eye candy they have hanging off their arm that month. You came, talked, made connections, danced, got drunk, then went home socially exhausted and with a splitting headache. Usually in that order.

She attended her first one while at U.A. The whole class had gone to one to see what they were like, and it was absolutely dreadful.

Everyone was so aggressive.

People were laughing and smiling but spitting threats through their teeth.

"Oh I hope you choke!" She recalled one hero exclaimed softly through her strained smile. She remembered the woman fixing her dress strap as the man in front of her chuckled, smiling as well.

"You can burn in hell for all I care." He had responded, smile never faltering.

Their smiles looked so painful. As if their cheeks would split from the strain, teeth smashed into each over as they set their jaws in place.

That's why Jiro hated these galas. The overwhelming feeling of complete and utter fake that hung in the air. She felt like at any moment, a fight would break out.

That's why she avoided them. The last one she had skipped, all her friends had, actually. They often held parties on the same night as the galas, just to have an excuse to avoid them.

That was night when everyone met (Y/N).

...whatever eye candy they have hanging off their arm...

Interesting.

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I stared at the burger through the dotted door of my microwave, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm a fucking genius but still have no clue if I'm doing this right."

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