Meanwhile, Nensu was just washing her hands, after having to use up her time on taking a break. As soon as she was able to dry her hands, the hair-differing teenager looked at herself in the mirror, and went through her mind of how good the date was progressing; so far, so good. She knew it was going to take time for Midoriya to get used to such things, but once more, Nensu had the patience of an owl, whose willing to even wait forever ‘til she could do anything else that involved such close intimacy. 

All-the-while, the girl smiled to herself, as she thought on that discussion she had with Midnight. Was a spark, possible? Yes, it could, and this very day proved that what was unfolding, was genuine yet full-fledged. To get her mind straight on the order, it was Izuku Midoriya, who brought her out of the abyss, into something they were willing to experience together. 

Internally, Nensu was proud of his courage, and his own kindness was reciprocated, once she accepted to such an arrangement. So, here they were.

Just as she was leaving the restroom, the teen managed to catch sight of the green-haired boy sitting, but he wasn’t alone. She figured that it was perhaps a friend, but as they walked closer, there was something in the air; a spine-tingling feeling that told her, that something wasn’t right. To see the tears building up in her companions, and the bony fingers wrapped around his neck, a chill went down her spine, and her eyes widened - especially after this individual managed to turn his head to face her. 
“Um, may I ask you to let go of him?”
This man was familiar. [i]Very familiar...[/i]