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"Hey Amara! Play music to me with the band, please." "Hello there, Y/n. Are you feeling alright? You've not been feeling the best for the past few days." 
                          
Currently, Y/n was laying down on the worn-out but still comfortable couch, legs spread out all over it. And in the middle laid Y/n, clutching tightly due to her everlasting pain. 
                          
The unbearable strike of pain went through Y/n's chest once again, causing her to grit her teeth even harder than before. 
                          
"Are you sure Y/n? Let me get you some pill medication for yo-" "No it's fine. Could you guys please leave me alone?"
                          
All of the robots nodded in understatement, turning away and walking away from the lounge room into the kitchen.
                          
"Dang, it hurts..." 
                          
In desperation, Y/n started applying more pressure onto her chest, the pain not going away. As she started thinking about ways to get her mind off things, a thought came across her mind.
                          
"Yiorgos, give me my diary!" she yelled across the room towards where the masked robot stood.
                          
Soon, Yiorgos came with the prized possession laying on his hand. Y/n beat-down mood suddenly uplifted, instantly sitting up.
                          
"Thank you!"
                          
Y/n was quick to over the many pages she filled in the past two weeks, all talking about her experience with her new friend.
                          
Today I met someone, he's quite the angry type.
                          
Bakugo told me about his friends today, he seems to care about this "Shitty Hair" person.
                          
Although he never told me, it was clear he was crying today so I made him a gift.
                          
At all of the incoming memories, a brief smile played across Y/n's lips. Soon, she came to the page filled with her favorite memory yet.
                          
Today, I completed my new invention and showed it to Bakugo. We were flying and suddenly, he fell which was goofy but concerning. In the end, I ended up holding him in my arms.
                          
The memory still hadn't stopped playing repeatedly in Y/n's head. However, unlike the many times after reading it, warmth started spreading out across her cheeks at still faintly remembering how his sturdy figure felt against hers. 

                          
Y/n, now forgetting the continuous pain in her chest, clutched onto her couch pillow, squealing into it in the process. At the sudden realization, Y/n slapped her hand onto her mouth, e/c eyes widening.
                          
When had her admiration for the hardworking boy turned into something more? When had she started observing every moment of the boy?
                          
It surely should have been more obvious to her, with her pages of the writing of him increased daily, containing more detail on him and what he does, although, was that really because of admiration?
                          
Was the dainty feeling she felt in her chest because of these unimaginable thoughts or from the eternal pain from her chest?
                          
'How did it end up like this?' She kept on asking herself. Hell, the boy didn't even know her real name!
                          
Questions kept on racing through her mind, however, she knew she had to push these thoughts aside and focus on the reality of her feelings and situation. 
                          
Y/n couldn't bring to lie to herself, maybe her admiration had turned into something else.
                          
However, she knew better than letting her feelings get out of control. Emotions never helped in her case. So, in conclusion, she had decided to do the thing every logical person would do.
                          
'Ignore it, it will fade away.'
                          
Although Y/n had decided not to lie to herself, was that entirely true?
                          
She went through the pages again, coming to a halt near the start of the pages of the notebook filled with the past memories.
                          
'Ignore it, for his sake...'
                          
And with that thought in mind, Y/n had decided even if her heart yearned for the dainty touch from the boy, for both of their sakes, she once again like always chose to be logical.
                          
Once again, run away from her problems.
                          
Sighing, she placed the notebook back on the bottom of the couch, her arms making their way to her chest, clutching it once again at the constant pain.
                          
She wondered to herself, why had her heart been starting to hurt so much for the past few days? This chest pain had happened a few years ago and it had went away however, this should have gone away by now.
                          
However, she knew, if it may be from the ache she unreasonably got from her chest or at the new discovery of feelings for the ash-blonde boy, either could be the death of her.
                          
She also didn't know that the same ash-blonde boy was laying on his bed, applying continous pressure on his loud pacing lovesick heart because of the many thoughts of her streaming through his mind.
                          
Going absolutely smitten for a girl whose name he didn't even know!
                          
An uncontrollable smile plastered on his warmer-than-usual face, still completely new to the sudden feelings of vulnerability he felt towards the girl.