Cradling her empty tea cup, Hina slid open the door to the teacher's lounge. It was late, once again, and she hadn't anticipated bumping into anyone at this later hour. Movement inside and the distinctly bright blonde hair of a familiar teacher caught her attention, and she stopped upon realizing who it was. "Oh, Toshinori. I didn't expect you to still be here this late."
The number one hero looked up at her from his spot on the couch, where he seemed to be poring over something on his laptop. The straw-haired man scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yes, well...I had some paperwork to catch up on and figured I'd stay a little later to finish it."
"Mmm, I know the feeling." She said with a small smile. She was no stranger to staying past class hours for paperwork. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you..."
He stopped her with an outstretched hand, beckoning her back inside when she took a tentative step back out of the doorway. "Nonsense, come inside and get your tea. I'm nearly finished anyway, and some company would be nice."
Hina smiled, and entered the room. The overhead light was turned off, the only source coming from the standing lamp beside the couch that Toshinori sat on. It gave the lounge a cozy and comfortable atmosphere, and shrouded his already gaunt face in more shadows than usual. She made her way over to the tea pot.
"What are you doing here so late? I would have assumed you'd be home by now." He asked curiously, typing a few things into his device while he chatted.
She gave a humorous huff of breath. "Grading and preparing for tomorrow's lesson. I'm actually here late most nights after classes get out. It's nothing unusual for me." She said, setting the water to boil in the pot. The hot plate began to glow as it heated up.
"I didn't realize you put in so much time after hours." He looked up at her with surprise.
Hina shrugged. "It's all part of the job. You get used to it. I think most of us work late at least once a week, depending on the curriculum."
He nodded slowly, thinking about what she'd said. "Sometimes I forget that I'm actually a teacher now, you know. Seeing you all work so professionally and so hard just shows me how much I have to learn about doing it correctly."
"Don't feel too bad. It comes with time...My first year wasn't exactly a smooth process." She admitted, thinking back on a few of her first major mistakes. She checked the water temperature to see if it was boiling. "And I've heard it's hard to get out of that hero mentality once you've lived it for so long. Being the number one hero especially, I can't imagine what taking a step back from that feels like."
His face fell a little at the reminder that he was no longer in his prime, and she winced in regret. "It must really hurt to have to restrain yourself, huh?"
Toshinori sighed in dejection. "Yes...Now that I'm unable to keep my powered-up form for more than about 45 minutes, I can't go out and patrol in my free time like I used to. I managed to do as much as I could with my previous three hour limit, but now that I have the students to think about..."
She watched him stare at his thin and skeletal hands, thinking deeply. The pressure he held over himself was immense, from what she could tell. Having to step back from something he so obviously dedicated himself to doing for years had to weigh on him. The thought of being forced to stop teaching was something that ached just thinking about. It hurt to see him look so pained.
"You've done so much for everyone already, Toshinori." She said, smiling when he looked up at her. "You can't be expected to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders by yourself. The next generation of heroes will come into their own soon enough, so even if you can't be out there all the time saving citizens from burning buildings, teaching those that will come after you is just as important. Use the time you have to make the most of their education is my advice."
Toshinori just chuckled. "You're certainly passionate about teaching, aren't you?" He remarked with a rueful smile, and she returned it wholeheartedly.
"Getting to prepare the students for life ahead of them is my favorite thing in the world. I'm very blessed to have been given the opportunity to work here."
Toshinori nodded, quietly thinking about everything she'd said. Hina used the time to steep her tea bag and waited for the leaves to disperse their flavor. She held a hand in front of her mouth as she yawned.
"Tired?" He asked, starting to type away again at his laptop. She nodded then shook her head to rid herself of the exhaustion creeping up on her.
"A little. With all of the training and grading I've been doing recently, there isn't much time to really get a nap in. I think I'll use this Saturday to catch up a bit." She explained as she leaned against the counter to wait, and his interest piqued.
"Training?"
She nodded, figuring that Nemuri had been right in saying that the staff wouldn't think any less of her if she admitted to more training. They were all so considerate, after all. "Aizawa has been kind enough to offer me training sessions a few times a week to help me get stronger. It's a great work out, and I've been able to develop my quirk further than I have in years."
"Really? I knew you had a mental ability, but I guess I've never asked about it in depth." Toshinori mused to himself, leaning forward a bit from his seat. "Is there anything else you can do besides read minds?"
"Well, I can project my thoughts to others, as you know." She sent to him. "And just recently, I've developed the ability to projects images as well. I can basically alter what someone perceives, sort of like an illusionist quirk, but it's only in their head."
"Could you show me?" He asked courteously but with genuine enthusiasm, and Hina grinned.
Taking a step away from the counter, she changed herself into his own muscled form, flexing her arms as he would normally do. She felt a little ridiculous standing there with her arms to either side, but to him it was as she wanted him to see her. Toshinori nearly choked, blood spurting from his mouth in surprise, eyes widened. The redhead laughed, before stating his infamous, "Plus Ultra!"
"Ahaha! That's marvelous!" He laughed boisterously, inspecting the projection she displayed to him. His smile was mirthful and made him somehow look totally different from the usual sullen skeleton he appeared to be. His eyes were alight with curiosity. He stood from the couch and stepped closer to have a look. "How long can you keep the illusion for?"
"I haven't practiced with it enough to know for sure, but at least a few minutes." She said in his voice, letting him look at her projection for a few more seconds before dropping both her arms and the facade. She stood there with a pleased smile, proud that he'd found it so fascinating. "I'm hoping to put it into a combat scenario eventually."
"I can see how it could be extremely useful for all sorts of situations." He remarked, going back over to his seat in front of the laptop. "With an ability like that, I wonder how I'd fare in a match with you..."
Hina blanched, terrified at simply the thought. "I think I wouldn't last ten seconds."
Toshinori laughed again, amused by her trepidation. "I'm all brawn when it comes down to it. With my condition as it is, I have a feeling you'd stand a decent chance. Don't sell yourself short."
"I should say the same to you." She retorted, crossing her arms. "You may not be in your prime, but you're still the Symbol of Peace. That isn't something to be taken lightly."
He shook his head, still smiling. Their conversation had reminded her of something else.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask how you think your match with Bakugou and Midoriya will go in the practical exams." She mentioned, grabbing her finished cup of tea and deciding to chat with him for a little while longer before heading back to her classroom.
"I'm not going to hold myself back for their sake, even if I do hope for them to pass." He stated.
She shrugged. "Well, of course. We can't simply give them an easy exam because we like our students. But are you sure it would be wise to go all out?"
"We'll also have the weights from the Support department giving us a handicap. I believe they intend to make mine much heavier than the other teachers..." The blonde man mused. "I'm used to using only small portions of my power anyway. There's shouldn't be any worry for their well-being."
Hina's eyes widened and she brought up a hand defensively. "That wasn't what I meant! I know you won't do anything to harm them. I just didn't want you to overexert yourself and decrease your time limit any further..."
"I know." He said with a smile. Toshinori scratched at his face with a finger, his grin turning rueful. "Besides, I don't think I'll have to work too hard to prevent them from passing anyway. Young Bakugou is very headstrong and doesn't work well with Young Midoriya in the slightest. Midoriya may allow himself to lose focus of the original objective if he feels he can change Bakugou's opinion in some way. It's more likely they'll just end up fighting each other."
"Aizawa said much the same thing in the meeting." She sighed, shaking her head. She took large a sip of tea. "If either of them want to be heroes, they'll have to learn to play nice with others they don't necessarily get along with. Bakugou more than Midoriya, but he still has his problems to improve upon too."
"That they do." He agreed, looking back down at his laptop screen.
Hina glanced up at the clock, noticing the time. "Ah, I probably should get going. I'll leave you to your work." She said, rising from her seat on the couch.
Toshinori looked back up at her and smiled. He seemed a little less lonely from when she first entered the room. Perhaps a little less stressed too. "Take a rest when you have the chance. Burnout won't do your training or teaching any good."
"Trust me, I will." She said, smiling back at him as she slid open the teacher's lounge door. "See you around, Toshinori."
He raised a hand in farewell, and she quietly shut the lounge doors behind her. Nursing her tea, she sipped at it as she shuffled back down the hallways to her classroom. Only the emergency lights were left on this late at night, basing the school in pale yellow patches of light.
She stared out at the city from the windows, enjoying the sight of the lights and neon on the busier strips. It was serene, and Hina took in the atmosphere while she could. She really didn't have anywhere to particularly be, but she hadn't wanted to take up too much of Toshinori's time while he was trying to work.
Finishing her tea, she rounded the corner for her classroom and approached the door. She slid it open and went to step inside but was surprised by someone else trying to do the same from inside.
"Ahh!" She cried out, her grip on her tea cup slipping as she jolted backwards. She saw Aizawa's eyes widen in surprise, not having expected her to be there, or not having anticipated her to drop her cup.
She waited for the shatter of ceramic on the floor, but it never came. Eyes glaring red, Aizawa's capture weapon lashed out just in time and wound itself around the handle of the cup, saving it from breaking into a dozen pieces. He lifted it to her face as his hair settled back into place, and she gently grabbed it from the ribbon's grip.
"Thanks..." She muttered, still catching up to what just happened. It had all happened so fast.
"You should keep a better hold on your things." He said with a tiny smile, stepping aside so she could enter the room. The capture weapon gathered itself around his neck again.
"Well, I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here, you know. This is my classroom." She paused, then looked at him." What are you doing in here anyway?"
"Waiting for you. I'd been leaving to try to find you when you came in." He said simply, leaning against the chalkboard with crossed arms as she began gathering her stuff and tidying up her desk a little bit.
"How thoughtful of you. Still intent on walking me home?" She glanced his way, but he only gave her his neutral expression and hummed. She finished zipping up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "I'm actually surprised you aren't patrolling. Don't you normally go out on Thursdays?"
"Normally yes," he said, following her out the classroom door, "but I decided to take the night off for once."
"Good!" Hina smiled, walking beside him in the hallway towards the elevator. "I'm glad you're taking my advice and taking a break. You of all people definitely need one."
Aizawa hummed again, but she didn't mind his apparent silence, content to just keep him company. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked, and somewhere in the building the air conditioner kicked on.
"What do you plan to do in your free time tonight?" She asked, curious as to what sort of hobbies Aizawa kept. What did a man like him do for fun besides patrolling?
For a few steps he didn't answer, perhaps thinking about it. "I'll tell you, if you answer something for me first."
They reached the elevator, and she pressed the button to summon the cabin. It lit up to indicate it was on its way. Hina frowned a little, turning to face him. "Ok...what it is?"
He gave her a strange look, as if searching her eyes for something. Before he'd even spoken, she felt a little vulnerable, like he could see straight into her. Ironic, considering she was the telepath here.
"Do you see me as more than a friend," He asked bluntly, head tilting a little as he watched her eyes widen just a fraction, "or am I misunderstanding how you feel?"
Uhhhhh...
"I-" She started, blindsided by his question. The grip on her bag tightened. This wasn't at all what she'd been expecting him to ask. Her initial reaction was to panic, wondering if this was him ousting her as a creep and that he wanted nothing to do with her again. "Why...are you asking?"
Aizawa's expression remained tactfully neutral, giving away nothing in terms of his inner thoughts. Of course he'd be able to keep himself composed during something like this. She was too scared to reach out her quirk to see what he was actually thinking, as he'd see her eyes glow when it was activated.
"I overheard some of your conversation with Midnight yesterday. It wasn't intentional, but it's not like I can just forget what I heard."
Damn, he probably thinks I'm the absolute worst...
"Ah, I see..." She looked down, feeling embarrassed that he'd discovered them talking about him in such a way. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut. But Midnight was a persistent snoop. "Gome-
"I wanted to hear it from you directly so there isn't any misconstrued information. Rumors can be wildly inaccurate from the truth, you know." He said, not allowing her the opportunity to say sorry. He didn't want her apologizing for her feelings.
She looked at his eyes again which bore into hers. He waited for an answer, both curious and patient. The elevator dinged and the door beside them opened to allow passengers on, but neither turned to even acknowledge its arrival. The door stood open.
He'd given her an out, she realized. If she wanted him to forget the conversation had ever happened, she could claim that he'd misunderstood. He would believe whatever he told her, regardless of his suspicions. If she wanted to preserve the working relationship she had with him, she could just tell him that she didn't-
"I do. Like you, I mean. As more than a friend." She blurted out before she decided to just lie to him. Midnight's advice that one of them had to take that first step floated through her head. Somehow, she was able to say it without looking away from him. "You didn't mishear me..."
"Then in that case," he said, holding out a hand to stop the elevator doors from closing entirely, and they opened back up, "come to dinner with me."
Hina blinked, not giving herself time to even think. "I'd like that."
It happened so fast! I'm I actually just imagining this in my head? Maybe he took my projections from the bar as interest...I mean, they technically were but...wow, this was not how I expected to spend my night.
Aizawa nodded, his tiny smile returning, then gestured for her to enter the elevator first. "I know a little place where heroes aren't bothered. It's small, but the food is good."
"How did you find a place like this?" Hina asked Aizawa, looking around at the tiny restaurant they were seated in. It felt homey with the dim lighting and modest furnishings, just like the owner himself. He was an older gentleman that reminded her of her own father. He gave off that feeling of safety and protection, and had politely ushered them towards a table along the edge of the room.
"Hizashi brought me here once." He said, leaning his head on his hand, eyes tracking the decor himself. "He comes here when he doesn't want to be approached by fans."
"But it's open to the public, right? It's not just for heroes?" She asked, seeing other normal civilians seated in the other seats. They were quiet and barely looked their way at all.
"Yes, but the owner makes it a point to kick out anyone who tries to approach a hero while they're here. He wants us to feel like we can relax without being recognized or bothered." He explained, sipping at his drink calmly.
None of the other patrons seemed concerned that they were both still in hero costume, having gone straight from work to the restaurant. Hina didn't have a problem fielding off fans in the first place, but she knew that there were those fan groups that looked out for obscure heroes to mob whenever they had the chance, simply for the fact that they were considered 'rare.' It was a strange culture.
Eraserhead was one such hero, and she knew for a fact that he had a rabid fanbase of young females that were constantly on the lookout for him in the later hours. She couldn't be sure if he was aware of it or not.
"That's very considerate of him." Hina said finally, turning her attention back to her date of the evening. For a second, she couldn't think of anything to ask, but her curiosity bubbled one to the surface. "So, the exams are in a few days. How do you think the students will fair? Honest opinion."
"I talked about it at the meeting. Weren't you paying attention?" His hair must have been bothering him, because he swiped a hand along the top to disperse his bangs, and she had a hard time looking away from it. It took her longer than she'd like to answer because of the distraction.
"Honestly? I zoned out after a few minutes..."
His eyes narrowed, and she smiled at the expression, finding him cute. He gave a tiny sigh, but explained anyway. "Even with a handicap in place for the teachers, it's been set up to put the students at a disadvantage. Their teams aren't ideal for their quirk types, and in some cases they were paired specifically because they wouldn't mesh well."
"Like Midoriya and Bakugou?"
"At least you paid attention for that long, but yes." He said, ignoring her amusement. "Not only are they trying to pass their exams, they're also meant to learn something from the experience. I think most will end up passing, though."
"You're against Todoroki and Momo, aren't you?" He nodded. "What made you pair them together?"
"Todoroki is very confident in his ability to be a leader, but he doesn't quite know what it means to lead yet."
Hina frowned, head tilting to the side. "How's that?"
Aizawa went on to explain. "In the cavalry battle, he instructed the others to do as he planned, which did ultimately lead to a victory but left little room for the others to voice their own opinions. He didn't allow for the others to contribute much to the plan or think for themselves, probably assuming that he would know best in the first place."
"I hadn't even noticed, but you're right. Hmm...sounds very much like his father." She stated blandly, recalling the last time she'd encountered the number two hero. Needless to say, it wasn't a positive experience. "So, why team him with Momo?"
Their conversation was interrupted by a waitress bringing them their orders. They both thanked her and declined needing anything else. Aizawa turned back to her, breaking his chopsticks apart.
"She seems to be under the impression that her instincts are overshadowed by the abilities of her classmates. She's lost her confidence after the sports festival when Fumikage defeated her." He raised a brow, looking at her pointedly. "Not unlike someone else I know. With any luck, both problems will resolve themselves at the same time."
Hina looked down at her food sheepishly, grabbing her own utensils to begin eating. "It's a work in progress. You've actually done a lot to help. If I can learn to implement my new ability in actual combat with our training sessions, then maybe I'll feel a bit more helpful as a hero."
He pinned her with a stare, holding a sushi roll between his chopsticks. "That's why I'm training you. The sooner you figure out that you aren't useless, the better. Your quirk and your athletic ability give you a great amount of potential. I don't understand how you still think you're beneath the others."
"When your colleagues are All Might and Eraserhead, to name a few, it isn't that hard to fathom." Hina smiled, taking a bite of her food. His kind words stirred something in the pit of her stomach, and she had to resist the urge to squirm in place. "Why are you so interested in helping me train? I'm very glad that you are, don't get me wrong, but I don't quite believe your reasoning."
Aizawa looked at her, swallowing the sushi he'd finished chewing. "I want to be certain that you can handle yourself with your brother on the loose. You say you're worried about being unprepared, and I can do something to help. It settles my peace of mind. And," he shrugged, reaching for another roll on his plate, "I know the feeling of not being confident with your quirk."
Hina stopped her chopsticks halfway to her mouth, looking back up at him incredulously. "...really? You?"
His brow furrowed. "Yes, what's with that face?"
"I don't know, it's just...you're such a self-assured person. I never would have thought you had confidence issues. Just doesn't sound like you at all. Part of me thinks you're pulling my leg here." She admitted, then took a bite out of her meal.
He quirked a brow. "I'm not. I've just changed a lot since then. High school me had a hard time believing I could be a hero with my quirk."
"But it's so versatile! You can do so much with it, and combined with your capture weapon, you're a very strong combatant." She said, still in disbelief to learn this about him. She was learning more about him in fifteen minutes than the past three years of their time working together.
"I know that now. But it took me six years of training to master my capture weapon. I wasn't combat suited back then, which my classmates were quick to point out." Aizawa told her evenly. "Everyone else had something that could increase their fighting capacity in my year, and compared to that, I didn't see how I could match their prowess."
"But, you made it work." She pointed out, and he nodded.
"That's my point. I trained myself so I could work around my weaknesses, and I became confident in my quirk. There's no reason you can't do the same." His gaze grew a bit softer, and he held her stare. "I don't want you to be the way I was back then. It's not productive and only holds you back."
Hina smiled, appreciative of his intentions. She'd always thought he was attractive, but his willingness to help her so much was just emphasizing his appeal. "Thanks for looking out for me."
There was a small pause in the conversation, and Aizawa narrowed his eyes, uncertain if she would answer his next question. "It was your brother than made you insecure, wasn't it?"
The redhead nodded, eyes falling on to her plate. She supposed it wasn't that hard to figure out, and she figured he'd ask her more about her brother eventually. "After he turned villain, I guess I just lost the perception that our quirk could be used for good. Being on the receiving end of his attacks isn't something I ever want to experience again." She shivered, recalling the way her mind had been picked apart and invaded.
"Daichi wasn't as strong as he is now, so there wasn't any lasting damage like the others experienced." She said, referring to the three comatose patients in the hospital. "But it gave me a shock, and I realized that that was my power too. That I could be doing the same thing to others without realizing it, and it scared me."
"It's not like you were using it to pick apart a civilian's mind. I know you weren't going out with the intent to violate people." Aizawa reasoned, but she only shrugged.
"It didn't matter to me. I felt like my ability was no worse than a villain's, poking and prodding around in someone's head. Laying bare their inner thoughts. I felt like an intruder every time I used it to defeat a villain. For a while afterwards, using it made me feel dirty and sick. It was around that time I started fading away from the public. I stopped doing patrols."
"That's why you never trained your quirk to develop more abilities? You were afraid of doing something like he did." He guessed, and she nodded.
"I didn't want to be anything like Daichi, no matter how unintentional it might have been."
They'd both finished with most of their food. Aizawa leaned his elbow on the table and propped up his head. "So, why'd you take the teaching position at UA if you were so afraid of hurting someone?"
Hina crossed her arms and put them on the table, leaning forward a bit. "It had been a year or two after Daichi was arrested, and I wanted to do something good for my family name. I didn't want it to only be associated with a villain.
"When Nezu came asking for me to teach the Life Skills course, I thought about it and felt like it was a good way to start putting forth something positive to my name. I wanted to be proud to be a Hitagawa again."
He nodded, listening and watching her intently. There was something that he'd always wondered about. "How did you end up capturing your brother anyway? You've never gone into detail."
"It's nothing to boast about. I can't even really claim that I put him away..." She admitted, shaking her head. "I just got lucky. Mr. Brave showed up while we were fighting and kept him occupied so I could restrain Daichi with quirk-suppression handcuffs."
Hina sighed sadly. "It was how I knew what had caused their injuries, back at the hospital. Seeing Mr. Brave as one of the victims, I knew Daichi probably came around looking for some payback at the very least, for helping me arrest him."
"Mic said you didn't know why he turned into a villain." The erasure hero mentioned, trying to get the full picture. The more information he had about what had happened, the better he would feel preparing her to face him eventually. Her expression turned desperate.
"I don't. Nothing pointed towards it. I have good memories with him as a child, and he didn't cause trouble any more than a regular kid would. He talked about being a hero when he grew up all the time to our parents. But when they died, it was like a switch just flipped. I can't explain it...I still wonder about what happened, or if there was anything I could have done to prevent it."
"There's no use thinking about that." Aizawa pressed. "It's in the past, and it sounds highly unlikely that you were the cause."
Hina grew quiet, finally looking back up at him and smiled. "You're very kind, Aizawa."
He said nothing, but met her gaze for a few moments with his neutral expression. She couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. Just as she could have sworn she saw his eyes dart down to her lips, the waitress approached their table and broke the moment.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" She asked, and but Aizawa shook his head.
"Just the check."
The air was warm, and their walk home was comfortable. Hina wasn't sure how appreciative he'd be with her linking her arm in his since they were in public-she didn't peg him as the PDA type of person anyway-so she just walked beside him, holding onto her bag with a smile. The night owls were out and about, and they crossed paths with several other couples enjoying a night in town.
Passing the main streets of the city, their path took them closer to the residential side of town, where there were many fewer people walking about. It gave them a bit of privacy.
They neared her apartments and she chuckled to herself. "So, do you take all of your dates to that place? It's quite cozy."
"I don't date." He said evenly, glancing her way. "So, no."
"Come on," she teased, briefly brushing her fingers under the scruff of his chin, "not even occasionally? With a face like that I can't see how you wouldn't get asked out."
His head shook, looking annoyed and all but ignoring her compliment. Maybe he just didn't know how to respond. "It's troublesome, but it happens."
"See? I knew it." She stated proudly.
"They get turned down. I don't have the time or patience for what they normally look for anyway." Was his reply.
"And what is that?"
His stare was hard again. "A hero to attach themselves to just for the ability to say they're dating one."
Her apartment building came into view, and she smiled, hoping for a better note to end the night on. "Well then, I must be very lucky to be asked to dinner by the Eraserhead, crusher of women's hopes."
"More nicknames?" He grumped, exhaling a long-suffering sigh. "It's a wonder you still know my actual name."
"You secretly like it." She accused, and he only narrowed his eyes, saying nothing. Her smug smile widened. "I'm taking that as a yes. For someone with no time, you sure do spend a lot of it with me. If you actually hated it, you would've ditched me ages ago."
They stopped near the entrance to the building and he looked down at her from his taller height, bringing them closer than she ever remembered being. His eyes were still tired, but there was something soft behind them that she couldn't quite interpret. "You're worth making time for."
The sincerity of his statement was what made her speechless. She doubted anyone had ever outright told her something so endearing. That fuzzy feeling returned to her stomach. Glancing down at his lips, she decided to listen to what the little voice was telling her and do something impulsive, and lifted herself up on her toes to close the distance between them.
The kiss was soft and small, and she pulled away after only a moment. There was a brief flicker of concern, wondering if he'd be upset by what had just happened, but that softness in his eyes hadn't disappeared, and his eyes were intent on her own lips for a moment before flicking back up to her eyes.
"You certainly know what to say to a girl, Aizawa." Covering up her blush, she smiled and tilted her head. "I hope that...we can do this again?"
He hummed his agreement, letting her step away towards the door to the building.
"Thank you for dinner. I'll see you in the morning." She said, giving a small wave before disappearing from sight.
Inside, now that he couldn't see her, she placed her hands on her cheeks and broke into a wide smile, struggling to process everything that had just happened. Trying her best to keep her excitement in check, she wandered to her apartment and flung herself into her bed, relishing this feeling that something good was brewing from this.
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