#this doctor im seeing for a meet and greet had better be half decent because I cannot continue doing this alone

[straydogged]

I think I may have dislocated my thumb at some point in the last few days- I don't remember it but my hand has felt pretty bad and there's a very? well. there's a big bruise and I just pressed on it and my whole thumb cramped up so bad

[chibikinesis]

Another ModernAU short draft ♥ ♥ ♥ 1700-ish words.

Another fairly uneventful day was finally coming to a close. The clock signaled the arrival of the final quarter of Edward's shift, and he gazed longingly out the window and into the courtyard. Days like this made for easy money, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't rather be just about anywhere else on such a beautiful day.

"Don't worry, Ed. You're in the home stretch now." Daniel chuckled, making his way into the room with two mugs of coffee. He placed one of them on the desk near Edward's elbow, and sunk back into his chair with a grunt. "What, two more hours?"

"That'll probably feel like another eight." Edward sighed tiredly, lifting the ceramic to his lips and taking a sip.  "Thanks for fresh cup.”

"Hey, no problem." Daniel pulled an excess of creamer and sugar packets from his pocket, and Edward chuckled. It was far from the first time it'd happened, and he was sure it'd be far from the last either. "Y'know... whoever said cargo pants are useless was a goddamned fool."

"Solid point." Edward smirked. "I mean... what'd you manage to squeeze into all those pockets? Half the coffee bar?"

Dan laughed wickedly. "Smartass."

Edward sighed, a contented smile on his face as he looks around. His attention was seized by a figure drawing nearer to the window; a slender woman with a trendy blonde bob, his age or a little older, and wearing an outfit that he could pin as neither casual nor dressy. 

She took little notice of him; her gaze had immediately honed in on Daniel, who had just taken notice of the peculiar look on his coworker's face. When he heard a gentle tapping on the glass, he turned to greet this new guest.

"Hey, you old codger." She grinned, laughter in her voice. "Still working here?"

"Heeeyyyy, nice to see you, too." Daniel laughed that ornery laugh of his, rising to his feet and striding over to the window to greet her. "How the hell ya been, kid? Been a while!"

"Doing well, actually. Finally found a nice little place to settle into nearby."

"You back in town then?"

"Yep. Have been for a few months now, actually. Finding my footing, settling in, what-have-you. Finding a decent job, and don't even get me started on the moving process." She sighed, as if to recall just what a hassle it had all been. "What about you?"

"Still here. Can't complain." He smiled warmly. "Don't do any good even if I do, so..."

"Doesn't hurt to try, at any rate, does it?"

Edward watched the exchange in silent confusion, sipping at his coffee. Daniel certainly seemed familiar with the young woman, and that wasn't a terribly common thing to see. He was becoming more and more curious as to how she knew him.

"You're more optimistic than I am." Daniel grumbles. "But, hey, I doubt you're just here to shoot the shit with this old codger, right?"

"It's been nice, Dan, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't come here to see someone else."

"I figured as much. Lemme get 'im on the horn."

Daniel turned and walked a few paces to grab his radio, and the woman leaned in just a bit to survey the security room as she waited. Her wandering eyes stumble across Edward's pensive form and she does a double-take; it took her a moment to place it, but she was certain that this was the man she'd seen in Jack's company during a fair few of her shifts. She smiled warmly at the recollection, and offered a small wave, which he awkwardly returned.

"'Ey, Jack, you copy?"

"Daniel? What is it?"

"Ya' got a visitor down here."

"A visitor?"

"Yeah. Waitin' down here by the security office."

"Now who on Earth-"

Daniel quickly switched channels on his radio, knowing that Jack was about to barrage him with a slew of questions he didn't particularly feel like answering. Plus, he had no doubt the resulting anger would make the doctor's trip downstairs even more hasty. The old guard smirked confidently. "He'll be right down."

"That's one way to do it." The woman was impressed by just how bold Daniel had gotten since she last saw him. If she was being honest, she found that she quite enjoyed it.

As if on cue, they could hear the grinding of the staff elevator descending; with a loud ding, the doors slid open, and almost immediately, they could hear Jack's angry, nasally voice spilling out.

"Daniel, what have I told you about cutting me off like that?!" he spewed. "I can't always afford to come down here on such short noti-"

He came to an abrupt stop when the woman stepped into view, a calm smile on her face. "Hey, Jack."

"Em-..." He stopped dead in his tracks. It took him a full moment to digest it all; he looked as though he'd just seen a ghost, and seeing him that way left Edward feeling a little uneasy himself. "Emogene."

"Since you don't seem like you can be bothered to respond to any of my texts or calls," she spoke, a meaningful undertone in her voice. "- I thought it might just be easier to try stopping in to talk, one-on-one."

Jack sighed, guilt etched on his features as he nodded feebly in agreement. "Let's... follow me."

Daniel and Edward watched as the two walked out the nearby set of glass doors and into the courtyard outside. Daniel's gaze strayed, and he studied Edward's worried face for a moment before shifting his attention back outside, and back again. He smiled knowingly.

"Ed."

"Hm?"

"You can un-clench your buttcheeks now." Daniel chuckled. "Emogene is Jack's sister."

Edward tried to brush it off, but they both knew better. His cheeks darkened, and he waved his hand dismissively, both of them shifting their attention back to what was going on outside.

“Look, I know you’re on the clock right now, so I don’t want to keep you too long, I just...” Emogene drew a long breath and huffed a defeated sigh; or at least as defeated as she’d let herself sound. But Jack knew. “I miss you, Jack. I know I hurt you and mom when I took off back then, but I there were just some things I needed to do by myself, for myself. And I did, and I’ve grown... so much. I’m doing so much better now, Jack, and I’m trying to be a better sister, if you’d just give me that chance.”

“I told you, we could meet up some time-”

“Oh please, Jack, you’ve been making excuses and putting me on the back burner for three months now. You know, when you’re not outright ignoring me.” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “I see you having lunch all the time and you don’t even bother to say hello. “C’mon, if you can make time to have lunch with your guard in there like... three times a week, you can squeeze in some time for me-”

“Wha- how...” Her mouthfuls were loaded with accusations, none of which he found he could really refute, and her brother’s cheeks darkened in shame. The last one stung a bit more than he thought it might, though. He’d have stolen a glance back at Edward if he wasn’t concerned he’d be too obvious. “How did you...?”

“Because I’m the head event coordinator at the mall and I’m there just about every day. If you actually talked to me you might know that by now.” Her voice was scolding, but not excessively abrasive. Perhaps a sign of that personal growth she’d hinted to. “Look, I know that if you’re anything like you used to be... which, you probably are...”

Jack crinkled his nose at just how correct she was in her assumptions.

“ - that you’re probably just going straight home after work, and shutting yourself up in your study, and being a hermit for the rest of the night. Or entertaining mother’s whims.” Jack could detect a small bit of venom in her tone when she mentioned Wilhelmina, but she quickly recovered. “- I’ve got a pretty nice apartment now, and I’d love to have you over for dinner. I ... really wanna’ catch up. Hear what’s been going on with you. Maybe fill you in on what’s been up with me, if you give half a damn.”

The doctor’s stance softened, and his lips curled into a small smile. All this time and she could still read him like a book. But her idea was sounding... tolerable.

“I know a break from her did me good. Probably wouldn’t hurt you, either. I think we could finally act like... functional siblings for once if she’s not helicoptering over us and stirring the pot.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and cocked his head ever so slightly, and Emogene shrugged.

“... maybe. That might be asking too much. It’s worth a shot.” Her nose wrinkled at the thought, and she gave a playful shrug. “But if you come over and decide you still don’t really want to associate with me, I mean, I... guess that’s fine. At least you can say you gave it a shot.”

There was something a little heartbreaking in that last sentence, and it registered as a small ache in Jack’s chest. Had he really made her feel so alienated with his behavior?

“Just... give me that chance, Jack.”

He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard more sincerity in her voice in his whole life; it wasn’t delivered without her signature Emogene Cynicism, of course, but it was definitely there and more tangible than ever. She was letting her walls down enough to let him in. She was taking the initiative to repair the bonds that had been broken. And he was dodging her like a plague.

Who’s really the bad sibling in this situation, when I really think about it? He pondered for a moment. He didn’t like the conclusion he drew, but it was one he needed to accept. You need to do better.

“Actually, Emogene, that sounds... great.” He smiled weakly at her. There was a lot more he wanted to say to her. He had a lot to apologize for, for starters, but he supposed that could wait until he visited her apartment later. He supposed the lapse would give him more time to mentally prepare and rehearse it all. Besides, he was still on the clock. “What time?”

“Seven... ish?” She gestured vaguely. “But, uh... don’t tell mom about me. I’m... not ready for her to know I’m back home yet.”

Jack nodded solemnly and understandingly at her, and she beamed him a genuine smile.

“I’ll text you my address, okay?”

“I’ll actually open it this time.” her brother chuckled.

“Cute.” She snarled. “Anyway, I’ll be holding you to that. You better be there tonight.”

“I promise.” 

[kitanoko]

Note: Hey guys I’m back with part 2, I’ve decided to make this 3 parts ‘cas I have way too many things I wanna write. Here’s Dr.Todoroki meeting up with Designer Momo and amongst that, him talking to his friends thru the phone :P Enjoy!

In which the doctor meets his match 2/3

Just fifteen minutes before, Todoroki had finished up seeing the last few patients prior to his usual lunch break. He tossed his pen and notepads on the side, shrugged his coat off leaving himself only with a Henley and khakis, and hung it on a hook. Stretching his arms to open up the knot in his tense shoulders, Todoroki groaned and left his office. Kendou was there turning off the lights, strolling casually to the door to flip the sign from ‘open’ to ‘be right back’ and grabbed her phone on the counter.

“Tetsutetsu?” Todoroki asked, a smirk gracing his chapped lips.

Kendou tried to hide her blush with the folder in her hand but couldn’t. “Yes, he’s waiting for me to try out the new gelato place in the next block.”

“Ah, I see, well have fun.”

“You want to join us, Todoroki?” Kendou said, a bit hesitant.  She was obviously asking out of politeness; her relationship with Tetstutetsu, her childhood friend, had been rocky for a while but Todoroki was glad that they seemed to have figured things out as of late. Todoroki shook his head in response to her offer.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you guys, you know I can’t function without espresso.”

Kendou gave a toothy laugh. “Alright doctor, careful though, too much caffeine isn’t good for your heart.”

Heart huh. Todoroki thought, stepping out with hands in his pocket. Reminded him of the black-haired lady that came in earlier. What was her name again?

The woman that saw him for her ‘heart problems’ somehow dwelled in his mind; he was one for few words, weighing heavily on actions rather what comes out of his mouth, and he wondered why he felt suddenly so curious about her. Maybe he should’ve striked a conversation. He chastised himself. What was he talking about, he’s a doctor for pete’s sake. His job strictly forbid such interactions. Plus, it wasn’t like she was special.

Turning around the corner and dodging a pair of bikers, Todoroki saw his destination looming ahead. Almost every weekday, he’d be at the local Pacific Coffee at 12 o’clock on the dot.

The bell rung above his head when he pushed through the glass door and Todoroki was once again greeted with smiles all around from the baristas there. He became a loyal customer starting from a year ago when his clinic first opened nearby; unbeknownst to him, Todoroki was the talk of the store ever since. Whenever he visited, the staff would try to get his attention. Failing miserably so, of course.

The doctor sauntered over, asked for an espresso (leaving behind a healthy tip) and waited patiently.

Something then caught his attention. It was the ‘heart problem’ woman.

“Dr.Todoroki.” He heard her say into her phone, face etched with annoyance, “Yes he’s quite easy on the eyes ---“

Gossiping about him was she? He listened further, eyebrow cocked and feeling elated.

“No, it means he sounds boring.”

Did he hear that right? HIM. BORING?

Todoroki gritted his teeth, lips no longer curving upwards, though succumbed to his thoughts; yes perhaps he wasn’t the most interesting or the most humorous like his friends but he wasn’t THAT bad was he?

Oh crap, now she hung up and was about to stroll right into him, he better step aside—

In an instant he felt a gush of hot liquid tainting his shirt, good thing it didn’t burn him though (he wasn’t ready for two burns in his lifetime) but the woman was horrified at the consequence.  

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” The woman donned an expression Todoroki couldn’t describe. He watched her perturbed as she grabbed as many tissues as she could after she threw her now half- empty cup away. He pulled at the edge of his shirt to see the damage.

He was about to say ‘don’t worry about it’ but was loss for words at her motherly concern. Todoroki opened his mouth before Yaoyorozu looked straight in his heterochromatic eyes.

Hand lifting away from his chest, her dark orbs met his with dither.

“Doc—Doctor Todoroki?!” She stammered, stepping backwards. He pulled her slightly to him at her elbow.

“Watch out,” he said, stopping her from bumping to yet another unsuspecting customer, “You don’t wanna hurl someone’s coffee over yourself.”

Yaoyorozu flinched.

“I will pay you for your dry cleaning, or how about I buy you a new shirt—“

The woman’s gaze wondered over from his coffee stained chest in which the wet fabric was clinging on all the way down to his abs and --

“No need, this shirt’s old anyway.”

The woman snapped out of her reverie and flipped a piece of dangling hair away from her heated cheeks, almost ready to bow apologetically. “I’m very sorry. Really. I—“

Todoroki wanted to chuckle. “Seriously, calm down, it’s a shirt. Your latte on the other hand,” he paused before taking out some change, “Let me get you a new one.”

“What? I’m the one who poured it all over you…”

“But I was the one who stood right behind you. Let’s just say fault’s half half?”

Yaoyorozu seemed very satisfied with that conclusion and the man’s eyes lingered a little bit too long at her glossy lips.

“Alright, if you say so.”

~~~

Mina would obliterate her if she knew she was now on somewhat a ‘coffee date’ with the doctor she’s obsessing over. Yaoyorozu herself wasn’t that intrigued of course. Even if he had perfect abs and an even more perfect face. Okay and hair and the way it would move, mixing in white and red in the breeze…okay Yaoyorozu focus.

She pressed both her palms neatly around the warm, steaming drink, and let the fumes of coffee enter her nostrils in enticement. She noticed his apprehension.

“Your name’s…”

“Yaoyorozu Momo,” The woman answered. She didn’t blame him for forgetting, her name wasn’t the easiest to say or the most common. The man in front of her was quiet and she decided he wasn’t a social butterfly even with fans running to his feet.

Sitting outside in the patio seemed nice at least. She could hear the background jazz riding on the wind as the baristas came in and out to tidy up the tables. The string of mini lights adorning the edge of the rooftop and the sienna moldings that gave an air of sophistication made her smile. Yaoyorozu remembered how long it took her to decide on the paintings that hung inside as well; she probably lost two nights of sleep because of this project.

The owner was so in awe of the results that she gave Yaoyorozu a generous gift certificate as well as a VIP card.

Thinking back she wondered when she actually had a long vacation was.

The black-haired lady observed the man sitting across from her brushing away a maple leaf that had drifted onto the table, his nose wrinkling a bit at the scent of his drink. Her heart began beating extremely hard without warning again and she clutched her chest. 

Todoroki stared at her, immediately rising from his seat. “Are you okay? Let me check again, this looks way more serious than before.”

Yaoyorozu waved both of her hands in defense. “No, no please, I feel much better now.”

He sat back down but his cloudy expression didn’t let up. 

“If you’re in pain you have to let me know.”

The woman nodded, biting her bottom lip sheepishly.

“So um...is the espresso good?” She attempted lamely, the ache in her chest hadn’t subsided though. Perhaps he was her weakness.

“Yea but I think the beans are a bit over-roasted. Otherwise, it’s my go-to whenever I feel drowsy.” He answered.

Silence again. The squeaking of chairs and clinky of dishes beside them was all they could hear.

Todoroki cleared his throat and Yaoyorozu continued to watch him. Whatever Mina and those fangirls saw in him, she wanted to find out. He was extremely non-reactive however; more so than Yaoyorozu had expected of someone his caliber. Does he not network?

But he did buy her the latte, his mannerisms were decent (clearly from a high-class family, no doubt about that) and was a gentleman the whole way through.

Yaoyorozu began to sip the last few drops of the coffee after a faint sigh.

“So what’s your occupation?”

She glanced at him through her eyelashes.

“Im an interior designer,” Yaoyorozu replied.

“I’ve always enjoyed designing myself,” the man opposite of her said, “It’s interesting, how environment could change so much of one’s psychology.”

She thought back to his office.

“Orchids were a nice touch.” She clicked her fingers along the rim of the cup, “It really soothes the soul, and the monochromatic colour scheme fits.”

“I’ve always wanted to make it more of a traditional Japanese style, you know with paper lanterns, calligraphy and tatami mats? But it didn’t seem appropriate for a medical office.”

Yaoyorozu scoffed wondering how that would’ve turned out, and watched the aquamarine in his eyes light up in the sun’s golden rays. A silly thought crossed her mind; she was reminded of Kendou, the lady working as admin, and contemplated whether they were dating. They were both tremendously beautiful and she wouldn’t be surprised if they had something for each other.

Anyway. None of her concern.

“Yeah that’s true,” she rounded back on topic, “May I ask which interior designer you hired?”

Todoroki rolled his shoulders back, leaning comfortably. “Hitoshi Shinsou.”

“Oh, our biggest rival.”

Todoroki tilted his head a bit. “Really? Interesting, you must work for ‘Erase’ then. The other company I considered.”

The woman couldn’t contain her sly grin. “Yupp, I’ve worked there as long as I could remember and you know what, we could’ve done it better.” She crossed her arms, almost urging him to retort.

The man cocked a brow. This cheeky woman.

“I think I’d need to see some of your designs before I make a conclusion.” Todoroki noted and Yaoyorozu waved a slight hand over to her right.

“Take a look for yourself.”

The man’s eyes rounded. He had always admired the vibe the shop gave off but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. From the dim stage lights above the shelves, the mahogany display area for the shop’s beans and the wave-like baseboards on the wall, Todoroki had previously decided the ambience was a notch above most.

“You did this? For Pacific Coffee? I’m impressed. Maybe next time when I need a whole new makeover I’ll call you.”

“’Course, we can do what you ask for and better,” Yaoyorozu beamed.

“Could I get your number then?”

She took out a business card wedged between the card holder behind her phone and slid it over to him with two fingers. Todoroki ran a contented gaze on the matte minimalistic card.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to give you a shout.”

He read his watch, 12:43.

“And looks like my lunch is just about over,” Todoroki said, watching her wanton smile transform to a soft line of disappointment. Or maybe it was just his imagination.

“O..Oh yes of course, I better go home too and get some rest as per the doctor’s orders.” Yaoyorozu quickly joked. She felt herself craving to talk to him some more which seemed to be a miscalculation on her part. The whole time before she was thinking how much of a boring log he was and now she didn’t want him to leave? Yaoyorozu chastised herself inwardly.

“Nice meeting you, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Momo and,” she pointed at his dirtied shirt, “ I hope you get the stain off.”

Todoroki did a small nod, his hand again combing from his bangs to the crown of his head. Yaoyorozu bit her lip tenderly. “You can call me Shouto and yeah, don’t worry.”

She answered with a grin.

“Goodbye Shouto.”

“See you.”

~~

The man slumped down on the couch; after a day’s work he needed a drink. Todoroki poured himself a whiskey on the rocks and turned on some classics on his stereo and flopped his head backwards onto the cushion.

Yesterday his accidental meeting with Yaoyorozu had still lingered on his mind and suddenly he recalled his first date. It was with another doctor whom he had met during his residency. She was the one who initiated it, and he accepted. The dinner was okay, she talked a lot and didn’t intrigue him and didn’t seem to understand what personal space meant. All in all, he cut her off after the first date and he tried again for another date with another woman. This time she was a bestselling author. He was the one who asked her out and she appeared to be quite comfortable with him until things got too comfortable and again she wouldn’t stop shutting up about her books. Thus things ended on a sour note.

Todoroki gulped down the cool liquid that coated his throat, leaving a bittersweet taste on his tongue and swirled his crystalline glass a little. The sound of the clacking ice woke him and he fetched out Yaoyorozu’s card, fidgeted with it until he concentrated on her number.

923-1011

Should he give her a call? Maybe say he needed help with designing a new…uh…

Todoroki looked around the room, his saltwater aquarium eerily glowing behind him.

Yes, perhaps design a new fish tank.

He shook his head. Ugh no that wasn’t her job. How about a new living room?

He did another quick scan. But he liked the way it was and had gotten used to it.

Then something clicked in him. He hurried to scroll for Kendou’s contact on his phone and dialed.

After a few moments, he heard response from the other side.

“Hey Kendou?”

“Uh…hey Todoroki,” she sounded a bit disheveled, “can I uh…help you with something?”

Was there someone else in the background?

Todoroki grimaced. “Ah sorry if I’m bothering you and Tetsutetsu,” he said, “hey what do you think about getting our office a new look?”

Kendou mumbled something sounding like she was trying to fend off Tetstutetsu.

“Yeah sure I guess? But the clinic is relatively new, you really think we need a renovation already?”

Todoroki clicked his tongue. “Well, I just thought it’d be nice, I saw mold on the crownings already.”

“I could wipe the mold away with some diluted bleach, we don’t need to demolish everything just because there’s fungi on the walls.”

The man slapped his palm against his forehead. Now he just sounded stupid.

“True, but I um…” Todoroki dawdled for a bit before he heard Tetstutetsu grab the phone away from a protesting Kendou.

“Hey TETSU—“

“Yo doc,” Tetsutetsu sounded irritated, “Yaya get new ceilings, doors, walls, whatever. You do what you want okay, now let’s leave it at that. Bye bruh.”

And Tetsutetsu hung up.

The man looked at his phone slightly aghast at the sudden intrusion from Tetsutetsu and decided he’d take that as a ‘yes’ from Kendou. However, something spoke to him to ask at least one more friend if he was sane or absolutely out of his mind. After all, spending thousands of dollars just to get close to this one girl? Was that how he’s going to get her to like him?

Todoroki snapped himself back to reality, tapping absentmindedly against his glass and putting it down. The contact below Kendou was Kirishima, and the one before was Kaminari, should he phone either just to check? Or maybe Midoriya?

Out of convenience, he phoned Kirishima. A few more rings and he heard a sound.

“Uh, Kirishima?”

Todoroki wondered why it was so noisy on the other side.

“YO TODOROKI, SUP BRO,” Kirishima was screaming, “SORRY MAN I’M AT THE BAR WITH BAKUGOU RIGHT NOW.”

The man squinted. “Alright, sorry it’s nothing, I’ll see you later.”

Kirishima shouted again, electronic music in the background was starting to give Todoroki a migrane. “OKAY ALRIGHT. I’LL PHONE YOU LATER. K.”

Clack.

Todoroki thumbed up to Kaminari’s name to give it a go. Now laying his whole body on the couch, he wondered what Kirishima did to get Bakugou to go to a party.

“Hello?” Kaminari’s voice suddenly came, “Todoroki? Hey whats up.”

“I have a question.”

“Uh…okay? I’m not sure if I’m the right person to be asked a question from DOCTOR Todoroki.” Kaminari joked and Todoroki rolled his eyes.

“Yeah it’s something you’re good at.”

“Oh shit, you wanna get a girl.”

The man flipped over on his side on the couch and took a deep inhale. Then exhaled.

“Yes.”

“OH SHITTTT YO,” Kaminari covered his side of the phone and cried out to whoever at the back, but Todoroki could still hear him clear as day, “TODOROKI’S TRYNA GET A GIRL.”

“Let me talk to him!” Was that Midoriya?

“No, let ME talk to him.” Okay that was obviously Tokoyami.

Todoroki waited for a bit. “Hey you guys having a group hangout without me?”

Kaminari’s voice turned mopey. “Well you’ve been quite busy lately so we all just last minute planned to meet up. Now we all know why you’ve been so occupied.”

Snickers all around.

“No,” Todoroki mused, “I just met her yesterday.”

He heard a gasp from the other side, “You fell for a girl you just met yesterday? Jesus, she must be a piece of work aint she?”

“Yes she’s quite a smart one, really interesting and has a knack for making me smile? I guess?”

“OH MY GOD CONGRATS TODOROKI-KUN,” Midoriya shouted into the phone and Kaminari probably wafted him away. Was Kaminari putting him on speaker without him knowing?

“Alright, bros gotta help each other. Remember when you helped me out with Jirou? Ya well I’m here for ya now. So describe the situation.”

Todoroki wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and reached to turn the air con on higher.

“So she’s an interior designer. I met her ‘cas she was my patient. I know these type of things are conflict of interest but I feel like it’d be fine ‘cause she didn’t seem like she was gonna come regularly anyway. Figure that part out later. What I’m trying to do is pay her to redesign my whole office and ---“

“WAIT WAIT WAIT. You want to stash out 10k…just so you can meet her again.”

“Uh huh. Exactly—“

“Todoroki are you INSANE?!” That sounded like a mixture of Midoriya and Kaminari now.

He was expecting this type of a response.

“No I’m not insane. I am perfectly fine. I could’ve gone the usual route to ask her for a dinner date or whatever but I feel like she isn’t looking for anyone right now. Or heck maybe she’s already seeing someone. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was.”

“Yes but wasting that much money is not necessary ...Todoroki my dude. Just do it the old fashion way.”

“I don’t want to do it the old fashioned way. I want to see how she truly is in her element. And designing my office seem to be it.”

Kaminari sighed. “Okay then why are you phoning me when you’ve already made up your mind.”

“Because I feel like I need you guys to validate this. I don’t know—“

“You’re a mess Todoroki. This girl must be real special.”

The man pondered for a moment; he didn’t think she was anyone worth getting to know before but from yesterday afternoon onward his opinion had flipped 180 degrees.

“Well,” Kaminari said with mumbling from Midoriya and Tokoyami in the background, “We’re with you all the way then but if you need anything just call us up. Tokoyami also has something to say to you.”

Then came Tokoyami’s unemotional voice. “May the Abyss show you the way, Todoroki.”

The man’s lips curved to a relieved smile.

“Thanks guys.”

Now he just needed to contact Yaoyorozu and get the project started.