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The Hero gala.
The only ballroom where all the pro heroes get to gather and meet up
The loud screams of civilians and paparazzi drowned out your thoughts due to how loud they were, Of course it didn’t decrease a bit when you stepped out of the limousine, In fact; the flashing cameras and screams increased the second you were seen
You waved at a few fans and shot a pose or two for the ones with cameras, Sure it was hectic but it was flattering, after all, you’ve been dreaming of this moment for years and this was the first year you got invited to this extravagant ballroom.
You slowly stepped away from the people and began to make your way inside the actual event, Excitement coursed through your veins as all the dreams you had since you were a mere high school student were getting fulfilled with each step you took inside this amazing place
Other heroes talking to each other, laughing.
The beautiful lights all over the ceiling, leaving no corner lacking light.
The waiters shifting around, Handing people drinks and appetizers
And him. Sipping a drink as he leaned against a wall, acting like some sort of Jason Dean (Heathers ref)
Neito monoma, Or better known as phantom thief.
He’s quite the man, That’s how you’d describe him
I mean, You were probably one of the few people here who knew him personally anyways
“Well, Well, Well…Look who it is~”
Speak of the devil, Or just the devil speaking
The blonde man pushed himself off the wall with a hand in his pocket as he sipped one a glass of wine, that smug smirk you knew very well still attached on his face, as if it was stuck like that forever
“Did you miss me, My dear? Or were you too busy thinking about me to realize that you missed me?”
He added, His attitude didn’t change much either.
The thing is, You two were rivals of some sort, Not arch enemies, not buddy buddy either
Friendly Rivals. That’s how you two always kept it as
You tease him, he teases you
You cry, He tones down the dramatics
He gets mad, You make him laugh.
That’s how it always was with you two.
Some sort of silent connection between the titles of rivals and friends
“Ha! Is someone projecting?”
You said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips, almost matching his
“Projecting? Mmm, You’re hilarious (Y/n).”
He retorted back, That smirk quickly shifting into a grin as he took a sip of the wine
“I know I am, That’s why I always had more friends than you growing up, Ones who laughed with me, not at me”
You say, crossing your arms and tilting your head
“Ha ha! You really are funny~..But putting this sweet rivalry aside, How have you been?”
Neito’s tone softened when he asked, His eyes darting over your body, not in some lustful way or anything, But to capture this image of you in his head to compare it to how you used to be
Even though Neito’s eyes didn’t give off lust, you felt a slight shiver down your spine at the feeling of his gaze on you, but wanting to ignore it and play it off as nothing, you let out a small breath, thinking of what to tell him and what not to tell him
“..Well, if you’re asking in a friendly matter, I’d say I’m doing well, But if you meant the question..I’d say that I am in need of a twenty year long vacation away from every soul I know”
You spoke with a chuckle, giving his shoulder a soft pat as the sound of your chuckle rung in his ears
Oh how he missed that sound…
“That’s unfortunate~..I was thinking that you and I could catch up a bit but it seems that your needs for a vacation exceeds such unimportant matters like catching up with an old rival” He replied dramatically, Putting a hand to his heart to emphasize his point
And when you laughed at that too, He let out a chuckle as well and took the last sip of his wine, He was about to speak again until someone called out for his name
“..Well, I guess the Phantom thief is needed somewhere else for now..I’d love to continue this nostalgic chatter when I get released from the confines of the non-familiar conversations” He said, reaching out to grab your hand and pressing his lips against the back of it, Shooting a wink at you in the process before letting go and leaving to chat with the caller of his name