Random Chance

                                    

                                          
Thursday was the day that Izuku and Mina decided to go on the date they had discussed, both having caught up on as much of their work and revision that they could leading up to this point, which they could use for a break in their constant studies and just enjoy themselves for a while. They had agreed to meet at about six in the evening, which was far later than they normally met up, only really separating from one another at all to change into more comfortable and fitting clothes.
                          
Neither of them were particularly bothered about doing any of the traditionally accepted activities that went along with dates, so neither of them planned to dress up formally or particularly neatly either. Things came as they came, and mostly at Mina's persuasion, they would normally just walk around the city until they found something that appealed to them.
                          
This time around, Izuku had said that he would call round for Mina at her house, his logic for doing so being twofold. Reason one, it would give Mina an additional hour to get herself ready which, if she was sensible, she could use to study some more before they went out. She needed every moment she could get. Were it not for the fact he also wanted to take a break and wanted to spend time with her, he would have refused the date until he was convinced she was completely studied up on everything,
                          
The second reason he gave was that he was abnormally sure if they left from his location, they'd run into Bakugou, which right now, neither of them had the energy or willpower to deal with. Stress from exams was enough, the last thing either of them wanted to deal with was his literally explosive temper. Just the risk was enough to make Mina agree.
                          
These days, she was convinced that she was a step away from scarring the blond Explosion Quirk user.
                          
Mina hooked one of the bands that usually went around a person's wrists around her right horn, the purple beads quickly retracting on the elastic and tightly fastening themselves around the extremity. She'd done this a few times before back in middle school when she and her friends went out, sometimes with ribbons and once with a flag that they had equipped to her for sports day. It wasn't unusual for her to do this with her mutations. Her horns weren't unusual, at least not to her. In the rare moments in which she did worry about them, she didn't consider them much more than visible bone. And at all other times, they were a part of her anatomy, and she felt no different between accessorising her wrists or neck like she did her horns.
                          
She didn't bother with makeup either. There was literally no point, her skin complexion made most traditional uses of the stuff completely ineffective. Pink, as it turned out, didn't help too much when a lot of makeup was either red or pink, didn't go with pink, or just straight up didn't show up against her skin. That last one was partly due to her Quirk, her body secreted Acid at will, but the effects could sometimes linger which messed with chemicals. Sort of like wet paint in a sense. She had ordered some specially designed stuff in the past, balanced and altered especially to suit her, but that was far too expensive for her to bother doing it again. Clothes and the likes, necessities, that was one thing. One could get alterations done cheaply for mutant types, but for things that weren't essential to living, such as cosmetics, they cost dramatically more.
                          
She just went with what she naturally had, and what she had was a large, expressive wardrobe filled with all sorts of unique and colourful clothing. She selected out a bunch of clothes before shifting through them. It was practically summer at this point, so the weather was warm, even in the later evenings, but once the sun finally set, it took the temperature with it, and it would become far colder. It wasn't anything Mina couldn't handle though, so as she enjoyed doing so, she planned to dress light.
                          
Scanning through her clothes, Mina flipped her way past brightly and dimly coloured shirts and pullover jumpers. She thanked God that Izuku was the same as her in that he disliked formal attire for something like a date, because the number of neat dresses she owned was pretty disproportional to the ones that were more expressive and colourful. Now brightly coloured, expressive and beautiful ones, those she had a number of. Nothing too expensive or anything like that, just eye catching ones and ones she thought looked beautiful.