Futaba Sakura tapped endlessly on her computer for another day. Normally she would browse various sites and forums, but a boy had caught her attention and made her do otherwise.

He was a boy who worked at LeBlanc, for free. "Why does he do that?" Futaba was in no way blind to the harsh reality that money means in the world. "Let's follow him...." Futaba said to herself as she hacked into city cameras and followed him.

Futaba did nothing but sat in silence as she followed him. He went into a home and she couldn't do anything more. He did seem very happy and glad to return home though.

"Hmm. I have Sojiro to worry about, I can't be worrying about a random boy." Futaba wrote off (Y/n) for a few weeks, until he caught her attention yet again.

She looked at his smiling face through a camera and felt her face heat up. Her heart speeding up also confused her.

"What is this feeling?" Futaba asked herself as she hacked into his phone. "I....have to text him."

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"I am Alibaba, and you have stolen something." (Y/n) read to himself as he stopped and thought. "I don't think I have Alibaba." (Y/n) texted back, putting his phone in his pocket.

He expected it to be a few hours before he would get a response. He had a small grin on his face as he read the messages. "You have robbed me of my free will, and you must pay as such." He read aloud. "How have I robbed you of your free will? I have never done such a thing." (Y/n) texted back as he asked Sojiro if he could step outside.

"Go for it (Y/n), you already give me more than enough help, take a break for once." Sojiro chuckled as (Y/n) nodded and stepped outside of LeBlanc.

"Go back inside (Y/n), I have to see you as I text you." (Y/n) got another message from Alibaba. "So you're smart, like really smart. Well, as long as you don't hurt Mr. Sakura, it's fine." (Y/n) texted then reentered the store and sat down, to grab a few odd looks from customers, but nothing to stir any trouble.

"Good. Now as I was saying, I believe you have stolen my free will." Futaba grinned as she texted (Y/n). "I can't see how though. I don't have crazy things like those Phantom Thieves." (Y/n) texted Alibaba back. "You explain it to me." (Y/n) received another text. "Whenever I look at you I don't want to look away, but something is wrong because my heart speeds up and I get hot. I believe you have taken my free will when I look at your face!"

Futaba stared at her computer screen, to see (Y/n) looking at his phone. She was then caught completely off guard when he looked to see the camera she was using. "You have a crush on me..?" He mouthed to the camera. Futaba's face erupted in a massive blush.

"C-Crush?! I don't know about all that!" She texted him. "Hmmm, I see.... Can I see you?" (Y/n) texted her back. "In a few days, we can talk at LeBlanc then."

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After a few more days of texting, and (Y/n) was sitting by himself at LeBlanc. He thought about Alibaba, and he could sense Alibaba was a girl. "I can't really be too confident about anything, Alibaba seems like a shy girl though, so flirting will be the best option. " (Y/n) thought as a short orange headed girl walked into the small shop.

"I wonder what I should say to her-!" (Y/n) was completely caught off guard when the short orange-headed girl sat in front of him.

"You're Alibaba?" (Y/n) asked, being incredibly caught off guard by the cute girl. "Mhmm." She said as she toyed with a napkin.

"What's your name?" (Y/n) asked as Futaba looked up at him, her face was covered in a blush. "It's Futaba Sakura." (Y/n) smiled and grabbed Futaba's hand. She was surprised and let out a little noise of shock, but didn't pull her hand away. "Well Miss Futaba, Let's hang out." (Y/n) got up out if his seat, and walled out of LeBlanc. He gave Futaba just enough time to get out of the door without getting smacked by it.

"I'm not ready for a final boss yet...." Futaba seemed to be murmuring something to herself, but (Y/n) picked it up. "Well, don't think of it as the Final Boss, How about a tutorial boss?" (Y/n) suggested with a grin.

"I like the idea of that." The two walked alongside one another and talked about many different subjects, with games and computers staying in the forefront.

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"So what am I supposed to do?" Futaba asked Makoto, Haru, and Ann. 

"Do you like him?" Ann asked the obvious but important question.

"Well, of course, I do! His handsome face and wonderful voice, with his wonderful sense of humor and his incredible look on situations, alongside with his..." Futaba rambled on endlessly, the three girls all looked at each other and smiled.

"Why don't you say that to him?" Haru asked her teammate. "Well I would, but every time I want to, his handsome smile stops me in my tracks, like I'm inflicted with Paralysis!" Futaba exclaimed.

There was a faint silence, the three girls thinking of what to do. "What does he like?" Ann asked.

"Well he likes.....I.....don't know...." Futaba was just struck with silence. "I don't know what the boy I like likes...Did I do something wrong?" Futaba asked her friends, tears brimming her eyes.

"Nope, you didn't." Haru said confidently. "He cares more about you than himself, he would rather talk about you than himself, that's good." Haru reassured.

"However, you should ask him what he likes, then be smooth and ask if he likes you." Ann suggested for her friend.

"I agree." Makoto backed up both of her teammates.

"I mean-!" Futaba jumped when she got a text message from (Y/n). She knee because the text sound was so much different compared to all of her other ones.

She picked up her phone in an instant and looked at the text message. It read, "Would you like to go out for some Ramen, I'm starving and wanna talk to youuu!"

"Of course lol, You want me to meet you there?" Futaba responded.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa there girl, what's going on here?" Ann asked as she slid over and looked at Futaba's phone. "Hey, Show me what he looks like!" Ann demanded, but Futaba was paying her no mind as she bounced in place, waiting for (Y/n)'s response.

"Psh Nah, I can't have the Futaba (L/n) going out on her lonesome, I'll come pick you up in an hour." Futaba looked at her phone and turned into the equivalent to a tomato. "I don't just like him, I love him!" The girls were very surprised at Futaba's sudden declaration.

"Well, we have to get you all dressed up!" Ann suggested, which Makoto and Haru also offered to do.

"Guys, it's a nice gesture, but we're going out for ramen. Speaking of which, If I don't come back, it's because I died of blood loss." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out just what Futaba meant.

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The eating of ramen was chill and fulfilling, and Futaba had one goal the entire time, tell (Y/n) her feelings.

The small date ended, and (Y/n) was dropping Futaba off. "May I have a goodbye kiss?" (Y/n) teased Futaba. He only did it because it was fun to tease her, and because he actually did legitamently like her.

He closed his eyes and prepared for a kiss, and expected the same thing like always, to hear her stuttering over her words and for him to allow her to go back home, without any signs of any kisses.

"This silence is odd, why isn't she scurrying away like normal?" (Y/n) thought, right before his question was answered.

Futaba's lips landed smack dab on top of (Y/n)'s. It was only for a moment, but (Y/n) was genuinely shocked.

Futaba then ran back to her home, and left (Y/n) standing by himself. Before he chuckled to himself, he heard a loud squeal. "I did It! I beat the boss!" Futaba yelled as (Y/n) chuckled and made his way home.

"I did too."