‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ; 𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓. » 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 ; 𝟷𝟽 𝑦.𝑜 ║ #𝘣𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 + #𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

he doesn't mind the lack of eye contact. who really cares about that anyway? “ . . . maybe, yeah. ”

“ hm, i'm not much of a dancer. ” he shrugged, shaking his head a bit. “ besides, dancing on your own isn't much fun. ”

“ they're all young people. ” he's a dad. that's weird. “ i have a book at home, though. so plenty of entertainment for tonight, hah. ”

“ they're practically kids. ” again, it'd be weird. besides, he's still married. technically. “ . . why aren't you dancing? they seem about your age. ”

text: — i'll be at the home in 15 min. — maybe we can get food ?

text: — oh. well. — why ?

text: — training ? — i'll take you for a meal :) burgers ?

“ fourty. “ he answered, slightly chuckling before taking a sip again. he knows he looks younger. a blessing and a curse. “ reading sounds more fun that just sitting here. ”

text: — around. working. — why ?

text: — sure :) see you soon. and off he goes, to the midoriya home.

text: — sure. — europe.

text: — i'm a freelancer. — back in japan now.

he nods, pulling a novel out of his jacket. “ it's a necessity. or maybe just a dad thing. ”