It was the end of the school year and they gave us the paper that asked us what occupation we wanted. "A hero I guess." I muttered writing it down before giving it to the teacher. I was packing my stuff up as someone walked up to me. I looked up to see a familiar shade of violet eyes. "ITS YOU!" I pointed at the tired looking kid. He looked at me and blinked owlishly at me. "(L/N) (F/N), " I started holding my hand out. "Shinsou Hitoshi," He stated his name before shaking my hand and walking away. I floated after him smiling and started asking him stuff.
"What's your quirk? Do you have Gucci? Shit, fuck I'm gonna be yeeted out the house if I'm not back in time. But here's my number." I quickly wrote my number down and shoved it into his hand before running off.

I got home and sighed, "Hi Mom, hi Dad." I didn't get a response and sighed knowing they're at work. I went up to my room and did my homework before laying in bed with clean clothes and scrolling through Instagram. Before a message popped up and I clicked on it confused.

???:
hey

gucci is only for memers:
¿h3ll0?

???:
is this the dude that that keeps on running?

gucci is only for memers:
are you that purple haired dude?

kid that needs 100 hour nap:
yeah

gucci is only for memers:
cool cool so wanna hang out sometime bro?

kid that needs 100 hour nap:
friday? after school at like 4 at the park

gucci is only for memers:
ok good les do that shit bro

kid that needs 100 hour nap:
is kermit okay?

gucci is only for memers:
nO.