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Momochi Zara had died in battle; drowned in the sea of Mizu-no-kuni.
As she slipped into the deep blue, she didn't regret. Maybe it was good that way.
Kami had other plans.
For suddenly she awoke again, falling from the sky, in the middle of Mu...
The monstrosity he was presenting right now, was not okay.
Keigo had doubled over with laughter, wheezing, the new shirt clutched tightly in his hand. It was black and at least two sizes too big. Across the chest stood in bold yellow to red letters:
Your favourite #3 H A W K S
(I was pretty certain he owned several of these himself already.)
"Absolutely not" I stated flatly, arms crossed, as Keigo fought for air. "No way I'm wearing your fucking merch, got it?"
"It would be hilarious!"
It took him several more moments to catch himself, and wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes. I kept glaring at him and Keigo giggled. "I know, I know," he waved it off, dropping the shirt back onto the rack. "I'm just kidding. Oh! Let's go over there!" And off he went.
Watching the red wings disappear down the next aisle towards what looked like the store's hat-section, I threw another glance at the honestly disgusting fan-merch, now innocently hanging next to one of those equally atrocious All-Might Motivation ones.
I had meant it, I would never wear anything like that. Checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching, I let out a defeated sigh, grabbed the shirt and stuffed it into my bag anyways.
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Around 7pm, Keigo seemed to be satisfied (for now) with our yield, humming quietly under his breath as we strolled down one of the less busy roads.
"You wanna grab some food?"
"Take-out"
"Sure. Look, over there, that Italian place looks good right?"
I hummed in agreement, eyeing the small restaurant across the street. Wait, is that-?
"Aizawa-san!" Keigo confirmed. There he was, the homeless guy, sitting on a small boot at the window, across from him a man with long, blonde hair. "Oh, that's Yamada-san. I think they're on a date, Sodo-"
"Shit, get down," I hissed, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him behind a parked car. We crouched on the ground, ignoring the looks passers-by gave us. Keigo rummaged through his pockets, before fishing out his phone and peeking over the car's hood.
"Oh my god. Ohhh my god!", he whisper-screamed. "I think Aizawa is blushing!" He seemed to zoom in before snapping several quick pictures. "Aren't they adorable?"
"He's gonna kill you," I reminded him as Keigo slid back in beside me. He swallowed audibly, then nodded.
"Yup, he will, let's go."
As quickly as possible, we stole down the street, heads low to avoid attracting attention. Several corners later, we leaned against a wall, no sound to be heard but our breathing.
I cleared my throat quietly. "Text me those pictures later?"
"'Course, man"
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Later, after dinner, I was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up, polishing a kunai from the stack next to me, when Keigo sauntered into the living area, coffee, headphones and laptop in hand. He dropped into the arm-chair, rested his feet next to mine on the coffee table and hummed contently.
"Thanks for today, Sodo."
"Fuck off." Sure thing.
He understood.
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Hey, y'all, how's life?
I'm in the middle of my summer vacation right now, so this is a great time to actually complete things, for example this special I was really excited to make. Can you believe the last Special I posted was the 1k Reads one? That was just seven chapters ago! Yeah it's insane, and I'm really, really grateful this story is working out this well (even tho my update schedule is absolute crap, I'm so sorry!!)
So I hope you enjoyed this lighter chapter, with some extra Zara-Hawks dynamics. I also got something else for you.
--> " Watching the red wings disappear down the next aisle towards what looked like the store's hat-section, I threw another glance at the honestly disgusting fan-shirt innocently hanging next to one of those equally atrocious All-Might Motivation ones.
I had meant it, I would never wear anything like that. Checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching, I let out a defeated sigh, grabbed the shirt and stuffed it into my bag anyways. "
Fun, right? Here's some fanart of her wearing it!
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(She wears it as pajamas sometimes)
--> "Bitch- Are you crying?!" "No...?" "Oh my god" "Shut up!"
This was really cool to make, I think I forgot how much I enjoy drawing her! She's kind of important for me because 1) Zabuza is one of my all-time favourite characters (and as you can see, she is heavily inspired) and 2) Zara was my first real Anime Oc who made it into a real fic.
Thank you all so, so much for the FIFTY THOUSEND reads on this story. I hope you have an amazing day.
