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Kurogiri could tell something was up with Tomura. He wasn’t acting right. He was sitting at the bar with his chin on the counter and his hood covering his head. He wasn’t off playing video games or spouting off angry phrases. It was definitely unusual.
“Tomura,” Kurogiri called attention to his ally as he wiped a glass with a clean towel. “Can I get you anything?”
Tomura made a muffled groaning sound. “No.” He mumbled, tilting his head to press the side of it to the bar counter.
“Are you...alright?” Kurogiri pressed, still curious about Tomura’s behavior. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“I don’t know.” Tomura said, staring off at the wall. “I don’t know what this is that I’m feeling. Its pissing me off that I don’t understand it.”
“What happened then? Maybe if you recall the events that happened, you’ll know why.” Kurogiri explained and waited for the other to either get frustrated or start talking.
Tomura slowly lifted himself from the counter and propped himself up on the back of his hands. “You know the shopping center I go to for video games?” Kurogiri nodded. “There’s a bookstore there too. A girl works there who was buying the same game as me one time.” Tomura paused to scratch at his neck. “Every time I pass the bookstore, I see her. And I feel strange. And I don’t understand why I feel strange every time I see her.”
If it was physically possible to, Kurogiri would have sweat dropped. He held back a sigh. Clearly he understood the issue this boy failed to realize.
“Tomura, do you play games where there is romance?” Kurogiri asked the grey-haired male.
Tomura thought for a moment before responding. “Yes, I think so.”
“Romance is not just in games, Tomura. It can happen in real life. Maybe that’s what you’re feeling.” Kurogiri told him.
Tomura bit his bottom lip. “Ah...but that’s a bit troublesome. There’s no time for romance.” He gave Kurogiri a bothered look. “But I want this feeling to stop.”
Kurogiri pitied him. There was nothing he could do for him. He couldn’t explain Tomura’s feelings to him. It was not something he could teach.
Kurogiri grabbed a pen and paper and quickly scratched something down. He slid the paper across the counter to Tomura.
“Go find that at the bookstore for me. Purchase it with the girl. Talk to her.”
Tomura pinched the paper between two fingers and examined it. “Why do you want a book about-”
Kurogiri’s mist body flared wildly. “Shut up and go get it!” He yelled, cutting of the other entirely.
Tomura muttered curse words and death threats as he reluctantly got up and headed out. Hands shoved in his pockets, he made his way to the shopping center.