highway

Abstract [chapter 3]

"So here's what I'm thinking," the girl started, pulling her phone out of her pocket to search it for an online map of the building she was about to enter. "We'll hit up one of the clothing stalls, a crocheted stuffed animal stall, and a jewelry stall. Somewhere along the way we should find a merch stall, and we'll stop there just for you. Sound like a plan?"

The boy she was with nodded, "Yeah. I just need to head out in about two, maybe three, hours."

"Oh?" she stopped, looking away from her phone and to her friend. "That's a first. What do you got going on— Oh my goodness! Are you going on a date?!" Her mind started to run wild with every possible explanation to him running on a schedule during break.

A dark blush covered his face, "What— no! I just have other plans with someone else, who is not a date, for once!" Izuku stammered profusely.

"Hm, alright," she shrugged. And then they were going on with their day.

Sticking to the plan, they found some clothing vendor who was selling something that had attracted the girl's attention. There was a stuffed animal one right next to it, so that's where they went after. Along their way to finding the final stall in her list, they stumbled across one full of All Might merchandise. That was the longest stop they had to make at a stall all day.

"Oh!" Izuku pulled on her arm, his eyes lighting up in pure joy as he spotted the one thing he came for. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Then he grabbed her arm and started their way to the stall.

The vendor didn't even realize two new customers had joined. There happened to be more than just the friend duo that wanted some All Might stuff. He was many's biggest role model after all. Izuku was not the only one. He also wasn't the only one who wanted a limited edition action figure from All Might's starter days. Izuku sure as hell wasn't backing down, but neither was the grown man who was fighting him for it.

Deciding that the means in which it was determined who would get the action figure was not something she would want to be apart of, the girl removed herself from the situation. She sat down on a nearby bench, using her recently purchased stuffed animal as a distraction.

It only took two minutes before Izuku came over to her, panting like a dog as he flopped down in the spot next to her.

He sighed, "Remind me to never argue again as a quirkless individual..."

"I'm taking it you didn't get the thing," she pressed her lips into a sorrowful line as she watched him look dejectedly at the stall. "It's alright. I'm sure there will be a next time for you."

"But there won't," Izuku wailed.

She pat his head in hopes of bringing the mourning boy some comfort. Standing up, she pulled him to his feet, "We should really get to moving. You need to go on your date."

"Not a date!"

Then they finished up their trod to the craft fair without wasting too much extra time. A quick stop at a jewelry stall to get a pair of earrings and some rings. A stop by the cafeteria to get some quick things that they'd eat or drink on their walk by home. Which they did. Izuku had gotten halfway through his water by the time they made it to the Bakugo residence.

It was on route to his place, so he and the girl nonverbally agreed it'd be best to split ways there.

"See ya around," the girl said, waving as she headed across the lawn to the front door. She had just reached the door before she turned around to say one more thing. "Have fun on your date!"

"Not a—" the door was slammed shut before Izuku could finish his sentence.

The girl happily skipped her way through the house, greeting Katsuki's parents as she passed them on the way up to their son's room. She bound her way up the stairs, slamming his door open when she reached it.