unOrdinary: The Loyal Kingsman

Chapter 17: Poker Night

I was sitting behind the table, sipping on my Taro Boba. Remi's late. No surprises.

'Where can she be...?' I looked around.

"Aoi!" I look towards the direction of the sound and see Remi running up to me, "Hey. Sorry, I'm late. Got caught up on something."

"Huh, you have an ability that can make you move quicker, yet here we are." I smirk.

She arch an eyebrow and point a finger at me, "Don't make me poke you."

I got the message and shut up, "So, what do you want?"

"Eh. Just a soda." She shrugged.

"Aight, what kind of soft drink."

"What." She looked.

"It's basically soda." I shrugged.

"Why not call it soda?" Remi ask.

"Because why not?" I looked.

"Just call it soda."

"... No" I furiously sip on my boba.

"Aoi." I felt a light kick from her end, "Call it a soda."

I lightly kick her back, "No."

"Yes." She shocked me with her foot which made me yelp.

"Fine... You're so sensitive to the simplest things." I waved a waitress to our table.

I felt another shocked and I glared at her.

Remi just smile at me innocently, "What's the matter Blueberry!"

'She did not just called me...' I glared at her.

"Lightning PinkQueen!" I retaliate.

Remi made a fake gasp, "Aoi! Why so blue?"

"... I regret dating you."

"Oh poo." She stick her tongue out, which made me laugh.

"What would you like to have?" A waiter walk up to us, smiling.

"Oh, just a Finta." Remi smiled.

"Alright, we'll be right back in one second." The waiter's eyes glow.

"One sec-" A drink appeared in front of Remi.

"Oh snap," I said wide-eyed.

"Nice." Remi smiled, "Thanks"

"No prob." The waiter flash a smile and sped off.

"Fast guy." I slurped on my boba.

"Mhm." Remi looked at me, "So, Aoi. Tell me about yourself."

"Hm? Nothing much." I shrugged, "I just moved into my godfather's house so I can go to school here. Nothing to special."

"Ah. Who's your godfather?" Remi tilt her head.

"Midoriya Greene." I answered casually.

Immediately, she spat out her drink and coughed violently, "G-Greene?"

"Yeah." I looked at her confuse, "Why sound surprise?"

"He was one of the teachers at Beacon High!" She looked at me wide-eyed.

"Oh." I mentally slap myself, "D-doy."

"What's your godfather like?"

"He's pretty chill. He taught me various martial arts to protect myself from High-Tiers."