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Aoyama was very accustomed to hearing things he shouldn’t, while he was travelling in the walls of the dorm. He heard Asui and Uraraka every wednesday night. He heard Tokoyami watch his hello kitty episodes in the wee hours of thursdays. He knew that Midoriya would swear at his hero movies when he thought no one was awake. The walls might be soundproof to average ears, but not if you were in them. He knew that Momo liked horror movies and Jirou would only put up with them because it meant that she could cuddle Momo if she felt scared. He knew Kirishima listened to Ariana Grande, and Aoyama had discreetly left him a few cds.
In short, tonight was not any different from the others. Fridays were always the days Midoriya and Bakugou hung out after class in Bakugou’s room to train his quirk and study. Aoyama wondered why they didn’t talk to their other friends, like Kirishima or Todoroki. Tonight, as he was listening, he realised the reason they kept to themselves on friday nights.
“And here you can actually see the part where Death Arms tried to stop me, which most footage doesn’t show. I think it’s because this angle is also not good for you-
“I can see that, freckles,” Bakugou sounded like he was grimacing.
“Fre-freckles? That’s new, Kacchan! Does this mean you think we’re really friends again? Oh, I wonder-” Midoriya’s rambling was cut short by what sounded like a scuffle. Aoyama shuffled closer to look through the vent in the ceiling, and was almost sorry he hadn’t thought to look earlier. The boys had probably been lounging on Bakugou’s bed, watching the video of them--what that was, Aoyama was going to find out-- but it seemed like Bakugou had suddenly tackled poor Midoriya. They were in a tangle on the floor, Bakugou’s head locked between Midoriya’s thighs. Midoriya was struggling to keep a sparking hand away from his groin, and didn’t seem to notice the other one creeping up his torso until-
“bwaahahHHahahahahHAHaah- Kacchan! That-ahahshhahhah- ticklesdaasashahaha!”
“GOTCHA, FRECKLES!” he roared and muscled out of the headlock only to wrangle Midoriya into one for a noogie. At this point, Midoriya was red in the face, wheezing, and mostly in Bakugou’s lap. The noogie stopped, the arm relaxed. Midoriya was impossibly redder in the face as he realised the position he was in. Bakugou was quick to shove him off, with a grunt of
“Fuck outta here, go help with dinner or something, nerd.” If it were possible, Bakugou was blushing, curling his legs into his abdomen in an almost defensive posture. Midoriya scrambled up, grabbed a handful of papers off the bed, and sped out of the room. Bakugou was getting up, but Midoriya speedwalked back in and grabbed something he had forgot.
“Get out, freckles! I got shit to do!” Bakugou was back to fetal position, but he had shifted enough that Aoyama was able to see why. Midoriya scrambled back out, apologies spilling everywhere, and as soon as the door shut Bakugou let out a breath he had been holding. He reached down, and cupped his groin, groaning.
“Fuckin nerd always gets me so damn riled up and does he notice? No, but I get all fucked on him and then I’m stuck with this bitch being all ‘ooh is now the time to show how awesome I am’ and I have to make it go away cause otherwise it’ll be weird as hell. How do I get rid of the problem the nerd caused? Huh? I think about him and jack off to that shit. God, I'm so fucked up.” Aoyama was quick to retreat, he always left his classmates alone for their, ahem, personal time, but he did see Bakugou pull out a pillow and pull off his pants. Aoyama was quick to drop back to his own room, three floors below. Then, once safely in his room, and after checking in on Midoriya, who was muttering about Bakugou’s behavior, Aoyama turned on his heel and walked directly over to the girl’s side of the dorms.
Mina was the creator of the ‘gossip girl’ discord, which included all the girls, himself, and somehow Shoji. The only reason he didn’t take his new find directly to the discord was because he wasn’t sure that Shoji needed to know just yet how sexually repressed Bakugou was. Mina’s door was open, Jirou was strumming a guitar as Momo painted Mina’s nails a bright purple.
“Mes cheries, I bring news. And you might want to put down what you’re doing so you don’t drop anything when you hear what I just heard.” Mina squealed, sitting up on the bed. Momo dutifully capped the bottle of polish, and Jirou just scoffed, continuing to strum a vaguely familiar tune.
“Bakugou is, as we speak, jerking off to the thought of Midoriya.” Aoyama sat down on the carpet, running his hands absentmindedly over the plush fabric. Mina choked, Momo squealed, and Jirou struck a discordant note.
“WHAT!?” Mina was bouncing up and down, and Momo was beginning to bounce too, while Jirou set the instrument to the side and looked like she was about to cry.
“Also, he mumbles to himself just like Midoriya does, which is how I found out. They were doing their normal, ‘will we, won’t we’ kind of dance with the studying and the wrestling and somehow Midoriya ended up in Bakugou’s lap.” Mina was dutifully recording this new piece of information, she liked to keep tabs.
“So, before all this sitting on his lap and Bakugou whipping out his dick to the thought of his rival/friend, Bakugou called Midoriya ‘Freckles’ which is so freaking cute, mes amies, I was surprised Midoriya didn’t combust on the spot.” Aoyama was smiling, waving his hands and smiling.
“OH MY GOD FRECKLES!” Mina was shouting, and because the door was open, Hagakure rushed in, Kureiburu in tow. Kureiburu looked around like a caged animal, and sat stiffly on the carpet, close to the door. Hagakure bounced straight onto the bed and into Momo’s lap.
“As I was saying, Midoriya was in Bakugou’s lap, and suddenly they both got really quiet, and I swear I saw Bakugou blush, and then he was pushing Midoriya out of his room and curling up like this-’ and Aoyama demonstrated the position’- and guess why he was being so defensive with Midoriya still in the room?” Aoyama paused for suspense, enjoying the shining eyes of his captive audience.
“His genitals might have been hurt in the wrestling match earlier?” Momo offered, and Jirou looked at her like she was the most beautiful idiot in the entire world.
“He was hiding his Baku-blush??” Hagakure supplied, and Mina nudged her the notes.
“He was hiding a boner! He got all excited and he couldn’t tell his precious ‘freckles’ cause that would ruin their rivalry!” Mina crowed. Aoyama clapped and cheered, sparkling everywhere.
“Exactly, ma cherie! And get this, after Midoriya left, redder than Kirishima’s hair, Bakugou starts muttering!” Kureiburu scoffed, looking uncomfortable.
“He’s always muttered, we all have. We picked it up from my dad. I guess you all just haven’t heard Katsuki do it that much.”
“Well I just heard him mutter about busting a nut to the thought of sweet Midoriya. If that isn’t a game-changing piece of info, then I don’t know what is, mon ami.” Aoyama paused for dramatic effect. Mina was sparkling at an intensity to match his own, Hagakure and Momo were bouncing, and Jirou had handed the guitar to Kureiburu. Kureiburu strummed the same tune Aoyama had heard Jirou picking at earlier, and then they started to sing, in clear english.
“Well maybe there’s a God above, but all I’ve ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. It’s not a cry you can hear at night, it’s not somebody who’s seen the light, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah,” they passed the guitar back, and moved to get up. Hagakure pounced into their lap, effectively foiling their escape from the conversation. They squeaked, and started to pet what was probably Hagakure’s hair.
“Tooru, don’t jump around like that, I gave you a concussion less than three hours ago and Chiyo can only do so much for bruising of the brain.” but they smiled down at the girl in their lap anyways.
“Who’s Chiyo? Is she new?” Mina was back to having painted nails, and Jirou was stumbling through the words that Kureiburu had sung.
“Oh, yeah, y’all call her Recovery Girl. I met her a few years ago on one of my missions, and she’s been like an auntie since, always checking in around the holidays and asking after my parents-”
“Missions? What missions? Is that where all your scars are from?” Hagakure was faceup in their lap, and Kureiburu was fiddling with their hands, where her hair might be.
“I’ve been working in the private sector these last couple years, but when I first got a license I got contracted by the government and passed around like a blunt between the CIA, the feebs, and the marines. Speaking of missions, I’m supposed to start one next week for an agency here.” Aoyama realised that the fiddling was actually braiding, like what Momo was doing for Mina’s riotous mane. Kureiburu was so much more than what they seemed. Strong, scary, already at pro level, and so much joie de vivre still in them, even after everything they had already been through. Not to mention they could see Hagakure’s physical form, and they were a better fighter blindfolded than most of the class on a good day.
“Can you tell us what the mission is, Ameimoya? Or is it top secret? Oh, I guess it would be top secret.” Momo put in, sounding vaguely disappointed.
“Actually, I can tell you since the fuckin fedboys haven’t sent the NDAs yet, but you have to promise to keep it hush hush, capisce?” they said, leaning in conspiratorially. Everyone perked up, leaning in, wanting to know what could be so secret that ‘fedboys’ hadn’t already sent them legally binding documents.
“My mission is,” they paused for dramatic effect, eyes glinting dangerously, “to be a regular student! Have a few months of normalcy before I go back to my job.” Kureiburu leaned back, reaching for a comb on Mina’s dresser, and began to work through some knots in Hagakure’s hair.
“Aw, boo! I thought it would be something cool!” Mina suddenly sat up, looking concerned, “wait, a few months? Are you not staying the whole year? I want you to stay the whole year!” Kurei laughed at the pouty expression on the pink girl’s face.
“I’m staying the whole year, babe, it’s fine,” and they clapped a hand over their mouth.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call-”
“YOU CALLED ME BABE!! I'M IN LOVE! THANK YOU, GOD!” Mina screeched, wiping away fake tears. Kureiburu laughed, snorting, and would have probably doubled over if not for the girl in their lap. Wheezing something about ‘force of habit’ Aoyama was too busy trying to get their attention, see if he could be called babe by this sweet, scarred student, maybe be blessed as well. Their phone chimed, suddenly, and started buzzing with an incoming call.
“Who is it? Is it one of the boys? Or some friends from back home? Who?”
“Who would call rather than text? Mina, it’s most likely friends from the states.” Momo was so pragmatic. Kureiburu shushed them all, and answered the call.
“Hey babies, how are you?” That was Japanese, but also half English. The people on the other end laughed, a high chuckle, high giggle, and some lower snorting. One of them answered, and Kureiburu cursed loudly. Aoyama caught a bit of a sentence and something about good morning. Mina jumped onto their back, and Kureiburu squeaked again.
“Hi, hi, hi, hi!! I’m Mina!” She shouted into the phone, Kureiburu cringed a little. Aoyama scooched closer, he wanted to see who was calling them at this time of night, or probably, morning. They seemed to sense that, and turned a scratched screen towards him, on it were two video screens, one showing a girl who seemed to be glowing faintly, and the other showing a boy’s forehead and the ceiling above him. The girl wasn’t facing the camera, but the other video jolted down to show the boy’s whole face (were those--tusks?) and he waved. He asked a question, something about saying something. Kureiburu turned red and shook their head. The glowy girl laughed enthusiastically, and gave him the thumbs up. The other voice, with no video, sounded like they were laughing again. The next thing Aoyama heard, over Kureiburu’s groaning was one phrase in badly accented Japanese. “My dick is big!” Mina, leaning on Kureiburu’s back, toppled forward into Hagakure, who was still in their lap.
“What did that boy just say to you, Ameimoya?” Momo was either going deaf or didn’t know the word. Aoyama wasn’t sure if his jaw was on the floor of Mina’s room or the one the floor below. Jirou was red in the face, and Hagakure was chatting animatedly with the phone, which Kureiburu seemed to be translating. Something about American school.
“Yao-momo, I say this with the utmost respect for you and your perky lesbian ass, what my asshole boyfriend said was, and I quote, ‘I have a larger than average penis’. Which is the only thing he knows how to say in Japanese. He was probably trying to embarrass me but joke’s on him, I already embarrassed myself calling Mina babe.” Aoyama managed to pick his jaw up off the floor, and he was immediately gesturing wildly for the camera to be aimed at him. He sparkled brightly at the camera and the tusked boy said something, which made Kureiburu laugh.
“He says he would clap but he’s holding his phone in one hand and a wad of toilet paper in the other.” Aoyama could hear the video-less voice groaning, and the glowing girl was wheezing. Mina was still mostly in Kureiburu’s lap, though she was much quieter than normal.
“He’s calling you from the toilet??” He could hear the boy saying something about a “good one,” and a number. Kureiburu spoke back, but not in english. The boy responded, laughing, in the not-english, the videoless voice complained.
“My boy, uh, has very few physical boundaries.” They responded, finally.
“Moya! What were you just saying? That wasn’t English,” Mina sounded pouty.
“Ouai, it wasn’t French either, although, I think I may recognise it. It’s Slave, non?” Aoyama was French, he knew what French was. He knew what other European languages sounded like, even if he only spoke two of them.
“Huh? What’s surabu? Is that what you were speaking in??” Mina was back again, eager to learn now that it wasn’t required.
“Babe, bro, Mina, It’s a family of languages. Slavic is the english way of saying it, the french way is Slave, and in Japanese y’all say Slavic. My boy’s from that area so he grew up speaking the language we just used, and I learned it to make fun of him. Which I now regret because he’s still so much better at insults that use swears.” Kureiburu shook their head, seemingly parroting the conversation back to the phone, from which there was more of that harsh language and laughter.
“Slavic? Cool!” Hagakure seemed to be sitting up more, and suddenly she shrieked, and looked like she was trying to climb out of Kureiburu’s lap. Mina shrieked too, but she leaned closer, like she was trying to see something on the screen better. Aoyama understood the whole conversation now, because it was in french. Kureiburu was saying not to scare their new friends and girl on the other end was laughing manaically and talking about marking territory, which made no sense. Aoyama was quick to ask his question in french, to make sure he heard right.
“You’re marking territory?”
“Wait there’s somebody with you who speaks french? Hi new friend! Don’t touch my precious babe and I won’t fly halfway across the world to fight you!” Aoyama felt only mildly intimidated by the threat (he watched Kureiburu during training, saw what they were capable of, and wondered if their loved ones were just as powerful).
“Do you seriously think so little of your dear that you can’t even trust them to be safe?” he shot back, facing the camera now. The girl straightened, and Aoyama came to the sudden realisation that the girl wasn’t glowing, but she did have huge fiery wings that were.
“I’m their impulse control, I’m just keeping their head on their shoulders.” She shot back, and then she was saying something in english about leaving.
“What just happened.” Jirou was watching the whole exchange, and her gaze was trained on Aoyama now, to see if she couldn’t wring some answers out of him.
“Oh my girl just said be nice, cause she’s the only thing keeping me functioning safely, and then she said if y’all weren’t nice she’d fly all the way out here to fix that.” Kureiburu was suddenly saying goodbyes to the girl with wings, and the video stopped, and disappeared. The people on the other end were asking questions too, maybe they didn’t speak french either. Kureiburu laughed and said a few words that had the boy laughing and the other voice complaining, and seemingly turning their camera on. Kureiburu turned bright red, and pulled the screen close to their body.
“I uh, I think--I’m gonna, uh, go,” they said, and stood up, took two steps, and shut the door behind them. The rooms in UA were soundproofed, but Aoyama could’ve sworn he heard cursing and then cooing on the other side of the door. Jirou promptly turned red, cleared her throat loudly, and began to play a riff. Aoyama stood up, brushed off his lap, and sparkle-waved goodbye to his friends. Stepping out of the door, he smiled to himself, and bustled down to the kitchen to see if he couldn’t help with the dinner preparation. Kureiburu was no longer outside the door, he was about to go look for them, they had seemed sort of flustered. Then he heard crashing from the kitchen and a yell that sounded distinctly like Bakugou. Apparently they were having some kind of noodle for dinner, although the name sounded very much like Italian. Aoyama sighed, and resigned himself to setting the table.
Mina found herself sitting at her dinner table, watching as cooking mama Bakugou set a steaming casserole dish in front of her. He had served the bakusquad’s unofficial table last, before he pulled off the oven mitts and the apron that read ‘kiss the cook’. Kureiburu seemed to have disappeared after they’d left her room, while they were still on call with their partners. Probably having some sexey times over the phone, if the look on Kureiburu’s face as they left was anything to go on.
As the steam cleared, Mina saw an oily topping of cheese, under which was apparently their dinner. Kirishima said his thanks, smiling his huge shark smile, as Bakugou handed him a slice of the cheesy food. Mina could see something that looked like tiny donuts spilling out, covered in a green paste. It tasted like cheese.
Kureiburu appeared out of nowhere twenty minutes after Kaminari was clearing the last dishes, and Bakugou wordlessly handed them a plate. They microwaved the plate of cheese noodles for sixteen seconds, but they stopped the microwave at the last second. Kaminari must have said something, but all Mina managed to catch was Kureiburu looking sheepish and saying “sorry, I just really don’t like the beep sound,” to which Mina felt she could relate.
Friday night meant movie nights. Tokoyami was usually the movie master because he actually stayed impartial when everyone fought over rom-coms or action or horror. Tonight, he turned wordlessly to Kureiburu, who was about to sit down on Todoroki. They probably noticed, but chose to ignore their avian classmate in favor of properly settling in Todoroki’s lap as he loosely wrapped his arms around his friend. They turned to Tokoyami finally, and said simply, “I left my copies of Lord of the Rings down here the other night, we can watch those. I even added Japanese subtitles.” and they said nothing more, tucking into their reheated dinner.
Midoriya started giggling to himself. Kaminari looked intrigued, he was always one for foreign films. Bakugo groaned loudly and started complaining as soon as one of the discs was in. “thats the wrong one, birdbrain, you want the green case, and the disc that reads one, you dumb shit.” he had clearly come in contact with these movies before. Momo was whispering something to Jirou on their loveseat and Jirou was smiling like Momo had hung the moon. Mina was feeling warm fuzzies and watched from the side of Kirishima’s head as the movie began to play. The opening music put her instantly at ease, and she was halfway on the way to sleep before Gandalf had even gone to meet Bilbo.
She was roused almost immediately by Kureiburu mumbling all of the english lines and she watched as they hid a smile in their bowl. And then Mina heard them grumbling a little before they turned to Bakugou with what was clearly a “switch seats with me” motion. Bakugou, to his credit, only raised an eyebrow before moving from his own seat next to Sero. Kureiburu got up, but moved towards the kitchen instead. Likely looking for snacks, just like everyone else was munching on. Bakugou hesitated only a moment before dropping heavily into Todoroki’s now vacant lap. The other boy only grunted, and turned his head away towards Midoriya who was just on his left, probably soaking up the warmth that his fiery side radiated. Midoriya was, unfortunately, very invested in what was happening on the screen, grimacing slightly as Bilbo hesitated to give his nice gold ring away. Mina didn’t know why he was giving it away, and she was confused as to why he seemed so possessive of a tiny trinket. It had been from one of his adventures, yes, but he could probably get more. Mina heard Bakugou chuckle darkly as Kureiburu returned with a hunormous bag of corn chips. He was signing something at his cousin, what looked like scratching his chin but with the back of his hand, and then Mina watched, incredulous as Kureiburu shook their head and moved their hands together, like two peace signs kissing, the bag crinkling under their arm, their smile wide and toothy. Bakugou immediately went red, and looked like he wanted to say something, but just then the movie transitioned to a party scene and whatever he had been about to whisper was drowned out by music. Midoriya seemed to have caught the tail end of the signed conversation, and was also red, he glanced to his right, to Todoroki, who was watching the party scene with open fascination. Mina realised absently that Todoroki had never seen a real party, just whatever boring business functions his shit father had forced him to attend. As she watched the screen, where two characters were discussing fireworks very seriously, she resolved to throw Todoroki a proper party.
Kureiburu was struggling to open the chips they had brought over. Mina was momentarily distracted by two of the hobbits onscreen, who were sneaking around Gandalf’s fireworks. Gandalf caught them only after they had managed to set off a huge golden firecracker that shaped itself into a dragon. Mina did hear a muffled “what the-?” from the spot next to Sero, on the other side of her Kirishima body pillow, but then Kirishima’s quirk activated and she was immediately on alert. Kirishima was bristling, and Mina was pretty sure it wasn’t because Todoroki had offered Bakugou a chip which Bakugou had eaten straight out of Todoroki’s hand without question.
“Where did you pull that out of?” Mina was suddenly very interested in what was happening on the other side of her body pillow that had turned it into a rock. She peered over broad shoulders and red hair, to curly blue hair and a knife opening a bag of chips. It almost didn’t register with her that Kureiburu had pulled out a knife until they were flipping it closed and putting it back in their ear. Oh my god earring knives I want twelve, was Mina’s first thought. Her second thought was out loud, even if it was technically a whisper.
“You can’t have weapons in the dorms! You’ll get detention, and your items confiscated-”
“Mina, you say we aren’t allowed to have weapons in the dorms, but they let you carry those guns around? Damn,” and then they winked, and held a finger to their lips. Mina blushed deeply. It took her a full minute to focus back on the screen in front of her, as the class laughed at what Bilbo was saying, apparently insulting his relatives. Mina laughed along. She watched as Todoroki moved over, taking Bakugou with him, leaving just enough space on the couch between his warm left side and Midoriya, who was muttering only a little, he seemed to know the english lines too. Bakugou was too busy watching Bilbo talk with Gandalf about the nice gold ring to notice Todoroki making beckoning motions over his shoulder toward Kirishima. Kirishima was probably bright red, but the lighting was dim so they could focus on the colors of the screen. Mina patted his shoulder and mouthed a ‘use protection!’ at him as he shuffled awkwardly to the space he had been given. Midoriya didn’t even notice as he sat down, and only really noticed when he reached to where he thought Todoroki’s bowl of chips was and his hand met Kirishima’s leg, dangerously close to his crotch. He made a tiny eep sound that was drowned out under Gandalf being angry for some reason, and reached further across Kirishima’s lap to reach the chips. Mina heard Kureiburu laugh just next to her as they signed something like ‘ok’ breaking apart and then dusting off their shoulders. Midoriya was definitely red. And then, so was Mina, as Kureiburu reached a hand out, watching her, offering a space on their side and enough room to stretch her legs out on the rest of the couch. She was feeling bold today, however, and moved almost completely into their lap. Kureiburu offered her some chips. Mina was too busy soaking up their warmth and watching as Frodo traveled through farmer Maggot's fields to leave the shire. Kureiburu produced a blanket out of nowhere, throwing it over themself, Mina, and Sero on their other side. Mina felt an arm gently wrap around her waist, protective and warm. After a few minutes watching the movie, and right around meeting Strider, Mina leaned back against Kureiburu’s chest, yawning. She could feel them stiffen behind her a little bit, but thought nothing of it.
It was about halfway through the movie, and the fellowship was trying to enter the Mines of Moria. Mina’s butt was officially asleep and she was soon to follow. Preemptively, she adjusted herself, curling into Kureiburu’s shoulder and turning her body away from the screen, just for a few minutes of butt relief. She was pressed right up against them, almost chest to chest. She was dozing off, when suddenly the movie changed to louder music and shouting. She was turning, could feel Kureiburu shifting too, probably trying to get a better look at the screen, when she realised Kureiburu had lied about the number of piercings they had. Mina was suddenly more awake, no thanks to Gimli wailing on-screen. The movie was currently the chaos of Gandalf finding the last note from the dwarves, and Legolas and Aragorn barricading the door. Kureiburu’s arm was still wrapped around Mina’s waist and as an arrow punctured the door and Legolas said “Goblins,” Kureiburu’s arm tightened, as if on instinct, drawing Mina further into their body. Mina felt like her face was on fire, and she could feel two piercings Kureiburu had neglected to mention earlier.
Kureiburu kept Mina close to their body for the rest of the movie, and Mina was finding it hard to focus on being sad about Gandalf falling or Boromir’s death when she was being cocooned in warmth that smelled faintly of vanilla and rain. Sero had been right about them having more body fat, and Mina was suddenly wishing she had had more time to explore her sexuality in middle school, because there was no way she was fully straight when faced with this, whatever it was that she was feeling. She’d kissed boys and girls at middle schooler parties before, but thought nothing of it. Now she was wondering how those silver hoops would feel against her own lips. She blushed deeply, glad that the credits were rolling now and her skin was naturally bright pink. The music wasn’t loud, but Mina swore that she felt Kureiburu’s chuckle from the depths of their chest before she heard it ghost by her ears. Mina shivered, more awake now. From what she had seen the last couple of days, Kureiburu was very perceptive. Considering that Mina had discovered the as-yet unmentioned piercings, she got the feeling that she had been partially the cause that they were prominent.
If she really pushed her luck she could probably get Kureiburu to notice her own interest. Then again, they might already know, based on the way they were draped over her back, teasing the couch of boys just opposite them, careful to keep their voice low and rasping. Mina yawned, fainting fatigue, knowing it wouldn’t fool Kureiburu, but hoping that they might get the message. Mina spared one glance around at her friends, finding that Momo and Jirou were already asleep, spread eagle across their couch.
She remembered suddenly the cold fire in Kureiburu’s eyes as they made contact with hers during training, and the feeling of earth shattering hopelessness and paralysing fear that washed over her. She remembered that her eyes had widened and that she had whimpered a little in her throat, she watched the fire in those cold grey eyes flash hot for a second, she thought she saw something like hunger. She hadn’t been paying attention then, but if Mina looked back, she remembered seeing the faintest outlines of something through the padding of Kureiburu’s sports bra.
She could see that the couch where Kaminari and Shinsou were cuddling on was moving ever so slightly, and she watched as the blanket over Kaminari’s back was shifting, almost imperceptibly. Those sly dogs, going at it right in the middle of the movie night! She could sort of see Shinsou patting Kaminari’s hair, whispering things to him, when the poor blonde ducked his head into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, Shinsou glanced around, caught Mina’s eyes, smiled languidly, and reached his hand under the blanket, presumably to grab Kaminari’s ass. Mina flashed a wink and then leaned into Kureiburu’s neck, breathing them in. They didn’t so much as flinch, conversation not wavering in the slightest. Although now that she was paying attention she realised why.
“Okay but there’s no physical way Gandalf could have survived that fall!” came Midoriya’s strained voice. He was clearly putting his all into this argument.
“He’s fucking magic, you Deku!” This was not a new argument for bakugou.
“Okay according to Tolkien himself, Gandalf is pretty much a god. It makes total sense that he survives the fall and fights the balrog, aka Lucifer! Tolkein and CS Lewis were on some christianity horseshit and that’s made clear by the fact that their self-insert characters are all-fucking-powerful and also gods who defeat a demon-shaped entity!” Kureiburu sounded like they were spouting nonsense, but Todoroki was nodding and he seemed to understand.
“JRR Tolkein and CS Lewis were both very focused on the idea of fantasy that still fit within the Biblical ideals of right and wrong, dark and light. CS Lewis was more obsessed with the actual idea of christian faith however, and he wrote many essays on being a critical christian more than he ever wrote actual fantasy.” Todoroki was apparently also spouting nonsense. Kureiburu just made a sweeping gesture (and probably a face too, though Mina couldn’t see it) as if to say ‘see what I mean??’ Bakugou just grunted and Midoriya seemed frustrated, but he stopped talking, instead opting to sign. Bakugou laughed harshly at one of the things he had signed, and Kureiburu just sighed, shooting back in Japanese. “Hey, at least he’s less oblivious than Katsuki. Dumb motherfucker knows shit all about interpersonal relationships.” and then they made a complicated series of signs before putting their hands down, seemingly noticing Mina for the first time. Bakugou was fuming on his couch, and Mina giggled as she imagined steam shooting from his ears. Midoriya on the other hand was looking at Bakugou with more than a little fear and even more surprise. Todoroki was oblivious and being asked to teach Kirishima the English for some of Boromir’s lines.
“Hey babe, you ready for bed?” They smiled sweetly, petting Mina’s hair gently, using dull nails to scratch at her scalp. Mina was melting into pink goo in their hands and she could feel something like a purr resonate in their chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Give me a second, and I’ll walk you home.” from what Mina could see of the other couch, Bakugou was making horrible kissy faces at Kureiburu and Todoroki was doing his best to teach Kirishima part of Boromir’s monologue from the middle of the movie. Midoriya was probably trying to help but he was mostly just staring at the side of Kirishima’s head and smiling. Then he saw Bakugou making kissy faces and turned beet red. Bakugou saw his reaction and laughed. Kureiburu flicked a finger at Bakugou’s laughing form, deftly scooped up the chips, blanket, and Mina, and moved to the kitchen. Sero called a joking “Consent is sexy!” after them, and Mina could feel Kureiburu tense, at that. She was still tucked into their body, and because she felt like she could get away with anything tonight, she wrapped her arms and legs around the front of her new interest. Kureiburu’s hand, which had been supporting her back, moved to support her body lower, as if on instinct. Mina relished the feel of a strong hand grabbing her ass, and hummed her approval directly into Kureiburu’s ear. They dropped the chips, walked out to the common room, threw the blanket somewhere, and then walked toward the stairs. Mina was focused on running her hands over the scars she could feel on their back. She heard at least one wolf whistle follow them, but she was too busy inspecting a tiny freckle beneath Kureiburu’s ear. She wanted to kiss it, suddenly, and, emboldened by the firm grip on her butt, she did. She heard Kureiburu’s breath hitch, and was reminded that they were still in a staircase. She no longer cared. Purple nails found blue curls, gently tugging. She peered up at Ameimoya, saw their pupils blown, saw that same hunger she thought she had imagined on the training field.
Ameimoya slammed her back against the wall, and as if to assuage the pain, kissed her gently, sweetly. Just a press of lips to lips. Mina found she didn’t mind a bit of pain. She gripped their hair tighter, closer to the scalp, and leaned forward to connect again. Ameimoya met her halfway, kissing her gently. Mina was much appreciative of the gesture, the deference to her own level of comfort. She bit down. Ameimoya gasped into her mouth, and kissed her harder. Mina opened her mouth, experimentally, and suddenly there was another tongue, tracing her teeth. She pushed back, groaning, sucking at a lip, biting, using her own tongue in ways she hadn’t considered before.
Ameimoya outright moaned into her mouth when she brought a hand down from their hair and began to trace the hidden piercings. She could feel them, rocking, could feel them grabbing handfuls of her ass and just playing with it. When they bit down, sharp canines, gentle tongue, soft lips, those damn hoops. She felt herself gush, just a little bit. Ameimoya clacked the post in their tongue against her teeth, gave her one last lingering kiss, and dove into her neck. They were licking something, kissing it, sniffing it? Whatever, Mina was officially hot and bothered, so she couldn’t be bothered to care. They paused, pulled back, and Mina had a moment to appreciate how gone they looked. Pupils blown wide, eyes hooded, flushed red and swollen lips, which they licked, slowly, the piercing in their tongue making a lazy line across their mouth. Mina’s mouth watered, and oh, she was definitely turned on now, she could feel her panties soaking. Ameimoya inhaled, maybe intending to kiss her more, but they stopped, smirking. Something about that smile made Mina’s insides flutter, and she was suddenly very aware of how in public they were and that she absolutely could not jump Ameimoya’s bones here because they might make a mess.
“My room. Now.” she punctuated these with kisses. Mere pecks, really. Ameimoya only smiled wider.
“Of course baby, I can feel how eager you are. Can smell that sweet scent.” here they licked their lips again, faces so close together that Mina’s lips were wet now too. They leaned in, closer, lips just gently brushing the lobe of her ear. “Can’t wait to taste more of you, baby.” Mina groaned, tried to muffle it, and found lips against hers again. Ameimoya swallowed her groan, and her whimpers as the hands that had been on her ass gravitated to her thighs.
Ameimoya swung her away from the wall. Mina, in her infinite wisdom, dropped her legs, pulled their head back down to her level, and kissed again. She bit, this time, and from the hand on their chest she felt their heartbeat skip. Then, she turned, holding their hand, their gaze, and smiled.
“Come on,” she said, hoping it sounded sexy. Ameimoya was clearly convinced. They followed after her four flights all the way up to her room, though there was a detour on the third floor landing, and one of those calloused hands slipped beneath her shirt, just gently tracing the lines of her hips as they kissed. Mina broke away again, pouted, and ran the last two flights, hearing echoing laughter follow her. Yeah, Mina was in for a great night.