Koda stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and made her way through the crowd. She had lost sight of her friends and began to worry a bit. Would you stop that? Always worrying. Worry, worry, worry! That’s all you know how to do. Koda criticized herself. She shook her head.
Koda reached into her bag and found Absol’s poke ball. She tossed it down, comforted by the familiar friend. Her good hand fluttered down and clutched Absol’s fur, as the pair of them made their way through the club in search of the others. She wanted to see Izuku again.
She felt almost special around him. The whole group of friends made Koda feel strange and new, but Izuku had a different effect. Her heart kicked up a notch whenever he looked at her, yet she felt calmer whenever he was around. She wondered why she always felt the urge to hold his hand, or be hugged by him.
Maybe.. he’d even kiss me? What would that make us? Would Izuku ever date a girl like me?
...
WHAT AM I THINKING?! I DON’T LIKE IZUKU! NOT AT ALL!! HE’S JUST A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE!
Right...?
Koda frowned. She couldn’t understand herself, and she couldn’t find any of her friends. Had they left her? No, they wouldn’t do that, she was pretty sure.
Koda decided to just get a drink and wait at the bar. They’d find her, and she needed to clear her mind. She sat at a barstool and ordered one of the stronger drinks. Koda had never drank before, but she figured she’d be fine. A little wouldn’t hurt!
She was wrong.
Only two drinks in and Koda felt warm and fuzzy. She wanted to dance with Izuku, and laugh with her friends, yet she had no idea where any of them were. Again, she looked around, speaking to herself in quiet, slurred Spanish.
“Dónde eres mi amigos? me dejaron, apuesto! qué grosero. Dónde está Izuku? Quiero ver su cara, Él es muy guapo.”