IZUOCHA'S LOVE STORIES (BOOK 1)

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE (CHAPTERS 3-4)

CHAPTER THREE

Uraraka is barely awake when her cellphone screeches out its ringtone, demanding attention.

She reaches, fumbles, drops it, before tumbling out of her bed and onto the floor. She groans, swatting around on her nightstand before her fingers hit it, curl around it, and bring it to her face.

She swings at the screen without even looking, bringing it up and snarls, "Katsuki I swear if you're asking for a second-"

"What did Kacchan do." And the voice on the other end of the line has so much venom and bite to it she flinches back, taking a look at the unknown number before bringing it back up.

"Wh-Who is this?" She mutters.

"What did Kacchan do?" And it takes her a moment to put the voice and the face together to get her villain/vigilante Rabbit.

"N-Nothing." She stutters." Wh-" She swallows, composing herself before replying. "How did you get this number?"

Her personal cellphone was known by her sidekicks and her friends only. It wasn't advertised or available or connected to anything concerning her agency, and she couldn't think of anyway that Rabbit could have gotten it.

"Froppy." He replies. "Told her I wanted to take you on a date Friday. She asked to supervise."

Her mind definitely isn't awake enough to process any of those words conjoined together. "What?"

"Froppy gave me your number, said you needed time off. I told her I'd take you out on a date."

"And she let you!" Uraraka's screeching into the phone. "You're a villain! A murderer! A-" She fumbles for more, stalling as her mind scrambles to pull up anything else on him.

"Only killed three people, two of them deserved it. One of them really deserved it. I have ruined quite a few agencies though. They deserved it as well, embezzling money, coverups, briding officials." He hums on the other end of the line. "I'm not quite a villain, Uravity. I'm just not a hero either."

She closes her eyes and huffs. "Let me kill Ts-Froppy. And I'll get back to you on the date."

She can hear the phone being shifted, and a muted, but still loud, "YES!" before he's back on the line, "Uh-yeah-that'd-uh. That'd be great. Thank you!"

"Don't ever call me again at..." She trials off, blinking as she stares at her alarm clock. "4:30. Or I will float you into the sun."

"Can't be any hotter than you are." And the line goes dead as Uraraka's head slumps against the side of her bed.

What did her partner just sign her up for?

She signed her up for a dinner date with what she's going to thus refer to as a villainous vigilante, because anti-hero isn't quite right either.

To his credit.

Rabbit can definitely pick restaurants out, even if it's not her preferred place of choice, and if the fact he had the table waiting with a glass of red wine, and a glass of white on his side was any indication- then it might not be a total loss.

She approached the table, surprised to find him rising, easing the chair out for her.

"You look wonderful Miss Uravity." He informs primly, smiling as she takes a seat. "I'm quite glad I called."

"You don't clean up half badly yourself Rabbit." And she wishes that line was less genuine and more good manners, but it isn't.

Not when the white button up he wears is so filled out, arms flush against biceps, vest tight against a broad chest. He fills out the outfit well, and...