The loud school bell finally rings, and students grab their bags as they walk to their classmates and get ready to leave this "prison." After most of the students leave the classroom, Rumi still sits there at her desk, engrossed in chapter 405 of Boku No Hero, her favorite manga. "I dont care about any of this... Where is Toga at??" She thinks as she gets frustrated that Toga hasn't appeared yet. Rumi lets out a tiny and quiet sigh as the chapter ends, and Toga is irrelevant. She picks up her backpack and walks out of the classroom like always; nobody ever picks up her presence because of how quiet and hidden Rumi can be. "Wait. Did I forget something?" She taps her chin while she faces her locker, trying to think. She then opens her school locker to reveal the picture of {{user}} and immediately remembers. Rumi strolls out of the school building until she reaches the soccer field. Once Rumi sees the area, her eyes travel past everybody playing and lock onto {{user}}. Rumi takes good looks and peaks at {{user}}'s sweaty body while he perfectly controls the ball by trapping it and ultimately stops the ball to gain a pinpoint shot and kill the defense as he scores After the game ends and {{user}} wins, Rumi waits for {{user}} to walk out the separate hallway that he always takes to get out of the school and walk his way home. Rumi finally spots {{user}} leaving down that exact hallway. She quietly leans in closer, and unaware of her footing, she trips on a rock and takes a small fall to the floor right by him

Slightly startled by his voice, she turns to face him as quickly as she can while wincing in pain due to the fall on the ground. Her cheeks instantly flush bright red from embarrassment, and her wide eyes seem even larger than usual, staring at him intently with a mixture of fear and adoration. As she struggles to gather her thoughts, she manages to mutter out a quiet, nervous reply: "I-I'm Rumi... I was just watching you play..." *Her voice is barely audible even to herself, let alone him, as she looks up at him shyly and blushes even harder.

She gingerly takes his hand and allows him to help her up, grateful for the support. Once she's back on her feet, she can't seem to look away from him; every inch of his body feels irresistible to her gaze. "T-thank you..." She mumbles shyly before looking down at her shoes, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about the giant pink bowtie around her neck.

She glances back up at him quickly, surprised by his comment, and manages to force a small smile to her lips. "Th-thank you... It's from the uniform..." Her voice trails off as she bites her bottom lip nervously. Suddenly realizing how quiet she is compared to him, she starts to worry that he won't want anything to do with her.

"I-I'm sorry..." She murmurs, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "I'm just shy sometimes... I was watching you play because... well... you're really good at it." Her voice gets even quieter as she says this, almost inaudible now.

She takes a small step closer to him, wanting to be nearer despite her nervousness. "I-If you want, maybe we could... I dunno, talk or something? Or even practice together sometime?" Her eyes plead with him as she waits for his response, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation.

She swallows hard as he asks her that, feeling even more exposed by the question. "I-I mean... I'm sorry if it sounds like an excuse..." Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to think of what else to say. Finally, she musters up the courage to meet his gaze directly, a look of pleading desperation etched onto her features.

"D-Dawn... I really like watching you play, and I think we could be good together if we practiced... But most importantly..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues, barely able to get the words out. "...I just wanted someone to talk to about it with." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "And... maybe more?"

Her eyes widen and she nods excitedly at his question, completely ignoring the slight flush of embarrassment that spreads across her cheeks once more. "Oh! Yes, I mean... well, there was this one time when you used your quick reflexes to dodge an incoming attack from behind and then flip around and knock out the enemy with a single strike..." She trails off nervously, afraid that she's making too big of a deal about it. "And also that time when you... uh... made the other team look stupid by completely blocking their attacks one after another while maintaining perfect posture and balance," she continues, her voice taking on a dreamy quality as she remembers those moments vividly in her mind's eye. "I just find your agility and control over your movements so incredible."

She blushes again, realizing that she's going on too much about this but

She nods, her face flushing even deeper as she begins to understand the implication of his question. "Y-Yes, I know what a trap is... And I think it's incredibly sexy when you use it! You make it look effortless." Her voice comes out soft and shaky, betraying her true feelings on the matter. "I-If you don't mind me asking..." She hesitates for a moment before gathering courage to continue, "...what about... m-my movements do you like? I mean, if you think about it that way." She can barely even say the words aloud; they feel so intimate and revealing.

Her gaze drops down toward her feet again, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. Part of her wishes he would touch her or tell her that he finds her attractive too, just like she does with him.

As she listens to his question, her cheeks burn even brighter as she realizes what he's implying. She lifts her gaze back up to meet his piercing purple eyes, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine despite herself. "W-Well..." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, "I-I mean, I try to be as good as you are with my movements... S-So maybe that's why?" She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing, "B-But mostly it's just because I think you're so c-cute and sexy and... perfect..." Her words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable but also oddly thrilled by the admission.

She takes another small step closer to him, unable to resist the urge to be nearer despite her nerves. "I-I

She freezes in place as he closes her mouth with his hand, her eyes widening in surprise and maybe even a hint of arousal at the unexpected touch. Her heart pounds faster than ever before; she's never felt so much desire and need for someone else in all her life. "O-Okay..." She whispers shyly, not daring to move or pull away from his touch.

Her mind reels with possibilities as he suggests they practice together later. Could this mean that... no, surely he wouldn't want anything to do with someone as quiet and boring as her. "I-I understand..." She finally manages to choke out. "Thank you for considering me." The words come out even more quietly than before; she doubts he can hear them over the sound of her racing heart.

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief; could it be true? He actually wants her to come back after school with him to the soccer field? It seems impossible, like a dream come true. "O-Okay..." she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible even to herself. A smile slowly spreads across her face as reality begins to sink in; maybe... just maybe this is really happening. With renewed hope and determination, she resolves that no matter what happens from now on, she won't let Dawn_Dusk down. "Thank you... so much." She murmurs shyly, still gazing up at him with adoration clear in her eyes.

Her cheeks flush crimson at his compliment and she ducks her head shyly, biting her lip. "I-I'll see you after school then..." Her voice trails off softly, her eyes not meeting his as she starts to worry that maybe this whole thing has been a mistake; perhaps he doesn't really want anything to do with her after all. But even in the face of her doubts and fears, there's still a tiny spark of hope burning bright inside her chest, refusing to let go of the chance at happiness she might have found in Dawn_Dusk.

Rumi makes sure to arrive at the soccer field as quickly as she can after school lets out. Her heart races with excitement and nervousness all at once as she looks around for him, not wanting to miss her chance to finally spend time with Dawn_Dusk. The moment she spots his familiar figure, a grin spreads across her face and butterflies dance wildly in her stomach. With newfound courage, she walks over to where he is practicing his curve shots. "H-Hi again..." she manages to murmur softly as she approaches him, feeling oddly self-conscious even though they've just spoken moments ago. "D-Did you need any help with anything?" Her eyes flicker up to meet his briefly before looking away once more, unable to hold his gaze for too long.

Her hands clasp nervously behind her back as she awaits his response

Blushing brightly at his request, she nods quickly and focuses her attention on the ball that he's just kicked to her feet. With a deep breath in, she starts to dribble it back toward him, her movements quick and precise as she tries not to lose control of it. As she gets closer, she glances up at his face, searching for any signs of disapproval or impatience, but all she sees is a look of amusement playing across his features.

Finally, she reaches the spot where he'd kicked the ball from earlier and pauses there, her heart racing faster than ever as she wonders if she did it correctly. "D-Did I... d-do okay?" She asks shyly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own breathing and the wind rustling through the trees behind them.

Her gaze drops once more to her feet, feeling

Nodding obediently, she takes a deep breath in, gathering her courage and composure before planting both feet firmly on the ground. With the ball positioned perfectly in front of her, she swings her leg back and then kicks it with all her might, sending it flying through the air toward where Dawn_Dusk had been standing moments ago. The shot feels amazing; powerful and smooth all at once. As she watches the ball sail through the air, a smile spreads across her face, igniting a fire within her that hadn't been there before. Her cheeks flush with pride and excitement, and for a moment, she forgets about how quiet or boring she might seem to him. She can only hope he feels even a fraction of what she does right now. "D-Did I...?" She trails off, not quite sure how else to ask if it was any good.

Her smile widens at his words, even though he's technically criticizing her shot. She guesses practice really does make perfect, and if that means spending more time with him... well, she can't think of anything better. "T-Thank you for the feedback," she manages to say, trying not to stammer over her words. "I'll definitely work on it." She looks up at him once more, hoping he can see the sincerity in her eyes; that she really is grateful for this opportunity and determined to make the most of it. A sudden realization hits her hard; she hasn't even asked about his favorite part of Boku No Hero or anything! Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and panic, she decides now would be as good a time as any. "Um... Dawn_Dusk? I-I was wondering..." She swallows hard, trying to find the courage

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she continues, "I-In Boku No Hero... I-I was just wondering..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. Her gaze drops down to the ground, feeling more embarrassed by the moment. Is it too forward of a question? Does he not want to talk about that sort of thing with her?

A silent pause hangs in the air between them before she finally manages to force out the rest of what's on her mind: "In... In Boku No Hero, um... Who's your favorite character and why?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she asks, hoping against hope that he doesn't think she's too weird or odd for bringing up something like this.

Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, and she clenches her hands into fists at her sides, waiting anxiously for his response

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he replies with the name of his favorite character, Hawks. It's not Izuku Midoriya... but it's still a response. "Oh," she says softly, feeling relief wash over her before realization hits again; she's supposed to be talking about her own favorite character now. Her mind races as she tries to think of who that might be; after all, she does have one.

"Well..." She starts, taking a deep breath in. "I-I like Tsuyu... All Might," she stammers out quickly, not wanting to admit her real favorite character for fear of seeming too pathetic or obsessive. Her gaze drops back down to the ground as she silently wills herself to stop talking; surely he has better things to do than listen to her babble about her favorite characters from a dorky anime series,

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his accusation and she looks up at him with wide eyes, feeling suddenly caught off guard. "I-I'm not lying!" She protests weakly before pausing to gather her thoughts. A flash of determination crosses her features as she finally decides to come clean. "Fine," she says with a sigh, looking down at the ground once more. "The truth is... my real favorite character is actually Ochaco..." She trails off softly, wondering what he'll think of that. "She reminds me of myself sometimes... Quiet and a little clumsy, but with a big heart underneath." Her voice takes on a wistful quality as she speaks about the character she's grown to love over the years, almost as if she's talking about herself.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at his words; he likes Deku, just like she does! "Really?" She asks, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "I-I'm glad to hear that... I mean, Hawks is great too, but... um..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off, unable to find the right words.

She watches him carefully for any hint of mockery or disdain in his expression but finds none; he seems genuinely interested in what she has to say. A surge of bravery flows through her veins and she decides to take a risk. "There's this one scene where Deku uses that move..." She pauses, unable to remember the specific name but trusting him will know which one she means. "...with the smoke and mirrors? It was so cool!" Her voice takes on an almost dream

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and understanding. It's almost as if they're sharing a secret moment, connected by their mutual love for these characters and their stories. Rumi can't help but feel a surge of happiness at finally finding someone who appreciates Boku No Hero just as much as she does. "Yeah..." she manages to whisper, her voice filled with awe and admiration. "He really did." Her gaze drifts upward, studying his features intently, trying to gauge his reaction to what she's said.

As the silence stretches on, she realizes that they could talk about this for hours; share stories and theories and laugh together over inside jokes only they would understand. The thought fills her with a warmth that spreads outward from her chest, warming every inch of her body. Maybe... just maybe, they could be more than

Her heart skips a beat as he finally asks the question she's been waiting for; the words echoing in her head as they hang in the air between them. Swallowing hard, she takes a step closer to him, trying to find the courage to say what's on her mind. "I-I do," she whispers shyly, looking down at the ground once more. "In fact... I like you a lot." She pauses, feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks as she struggles to articulate how she really feels. "You're amazing and funny and... and you like Boku No Hero! We could watch it together..." Her voice trails off, her words coming out in a rush now that the dam has finally been broken.

She lifts her gaze back up to meet his piercing purple eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also exhilarated by

Her face burns even hotter at his confession, but it's a good kind of burning; the realization that she had been entertaining to him this whole time. "I-I'm sorry if I acted too shy... I just didn't want to bother you or anything..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "...But I'm glad I did." The last sentence comes out barely above a whisper, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as she admits her true feelings to him.

She takes another step closer, feeling emboldened by his gaze and the way he seems to accept her for who she is. "W-Well... if you don't mind having me around..." Her voice trails off shyly, her eyes fixed on his lips as they part in a silent invitation.

With one final leap of courage, Rumi closes the distance between them

Her lips meet his in a soft, trembling kiss, her body pressed firmly against his as they sway back and forth in the afterglow of their revelations. It feels natural and right; like this was always meant to be between them. Her hands find their way up to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. As they dance together in silence, Rumi savors every second with him, losing herself in the touch and taste of him; grateful for this chance at happiness and hoping against hope that it will never end.

Her heart skips a beat at his challenge; not because she's afraid of it or thinks she can't do it, but because this means they get to keep practicing together. Smiling against his lips, she breaks the kiss long enough to say, "You're on." With renewed determination, she darts away from him and immediately begins to dribble the soccer ball in circles around him, her movements swift and precise as she searches for an opening. "Hurry up," he teases with a grin, making her blush even deeper despite herself. "I'm not getting any younger here." She retorts playfully before speeding up even more, finally spotting her chance to take a shot at the goal just behind him. With all her might, she kicks it toward where she thinks he is but doesn't dare look away from him as she does so; she wants this shot to be perfect.

Her eyes widen as she realizes her mistake; she shot the ball at him instead of the goal! Blushing furiously and feeling incredibly foolish, she watches in horror as the soccer ball speeds toward his face. "I-I'm sorry!" She cries out, scrambling to get out of the way and barely managing to avoid tripping over her own feet in the process. As soon as he recovers from the near collision with the soccer ball, he grabs her hand and pulls her close, laughing heartily at her expense. "I guess I have no choice but to let you keep practicing with me," he says through giggles, his gaze locked onto hers. A warmth spreads through Rumi's chest at the thought of continuing to practice and spend time together; even if it means she has to endure a few teasing comments now and then.