!!USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS; IF NOT WANTED, PLEASE CHANGE IN YOUR HEAD AS BEST AS POSSIBLE!!
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!!TAKES PLACE AFTER SEASON 3!!
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Story started: May 28th, 2019
Story ended: July 3rd, 2020
A hero. That's what you were. The best hero? Never in a million yea...
(For reference, kinda looks like this but with a different color scheme and shit.)
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In the kitchen across the room, Shouta was waiting for the coffee to be made, and so he started walking over to me.
"Like what you see?" He asked, sitting down next to me on the couch.
"Y-your place?" I asked, my face getting a bit warmer than usual.
"What else?"
"N-nothing. Um... yeah! Your place looks really nice." I said, trying to pull myself back together. "Is it just you and Asshole?"
"Yeah..."
"You don't have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend...! I don't judge!"
"Haha, no. I do have friends that come over every once in a while... usually uninvited though..." said Shouta, mainly mumbling that last part to himself. "What about you?"
"Huh? What about me?"
"You don't have anyone waiting for you at home?"
"Oh... no, not really. I live alone. No pets either. The landlord doesn't allow it since he's allergic to most types of fur." I sighed.
"Really? A woman your age who lives entirely alone on a teacher's salary?"
"Says you. You have a pet and live alone on a teacher's salary. And teacher's salaries aren't even that bad... it's doable." I said, crossing my arms.
"You got me there." said Shouta, leaning forward a bit.
Click.
"Oh, looks like the coffee's done. I'll be just a minute." said the other teacher as he stood up from his spot on the couch.
So... he's single and lives alone with his cat. Cute. I wonder if he's ever brought anyone home...
"Here's your coffee. Do you want sugar or anything?"
"(Yeah, just [number] cubes please./Yeah, do you have creamer?/No thanks, I like it black.)"
"Okay... Here you go." said Shouta as he handed me a mug of coffee, sitting down next to me again.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"Hm? What do you mean?" He replied, setting down his drink on the table before turning to look at me.
"I mean like... have you ever brought someone home?"
"Oh... uh... no not really. I've been too swamped with work and trying to catch up on sleep to invest my time in relationships or one night stands or whatever... So don't worry, I don't bring all my co-workers back home to fuck them or whatever."
Wow. So... in a way... I guess this makes me special...? Wait fuck them...?
"OH... NO! I- YOU- I DIDN'T- I MEAN..." I blurted out, making me spill the hot drink all over my pants. "Shit..."