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“Hi, I’m lesbian!”
“I thought you were American.”
With the response that left the pink girl’s mouth Camie realised three things:
One, she had found a new kindred spirit. Looking at Mina Ashido was like looking into a mirror- a goddamn, rose-tinted mirror.
Two, she really was a lesbian.
Three, this babe was gonna be her bride.
Really it was Bakugou she had to thank for this fated encounter.
'Yo Cam, since you’re over this side of the country, come in to dorms ‘n’ shit and we can train. I’ll beat your ass.' While Bakugou wasn’t the master of tact, he had made a compelling argument, so here she was at the gates of U.A., meeting the notorious Bakusquad for the first time.
Or at least, meeting them in body. Her spirit had ascended with that last exchange.
Camie became aware that everyone was looking at her expectantly. Shit, she'd zoned. Um, fuck, how long had it been? Eight seconds? Forty?
"Lit,," she managed. Like most of her problems, there was only one thing to do.
Camie proceeded to dab the fuck out.
On the bright side, the action elucidated a snort from the flamingo goddess herself, the sound of which cleared Camie's skin, watered her crops and singlehandedly paid off her student loans. Nice.
Bakugou seemed to sense the conversation was getting nowhere.
"Aight fuckers, roll out, let's get back to the common room before Deku does and take up all the couches."
"Hashtag Occupy," Sero murmured as they started walking.
This drew sniggers from the group, but Sero turned to Denki accusingly.
"Dude, do you even know what the Occupy movement's about?"
Denki paused, then grinned. "Nah man, I'm just conforming to social pressure because my limited intellectual capacity frequently positions me at a disadvantage in conversation. I'm a textbook people-pleaser with underdeveloped cognitive resources, and my only defence mechanism is base-level humour. Carry on."
At this Bakugou snorted a little.
Sero let out a sigh. "Well played, my friend."
"On a real though I said dumb shit and then Jirou realised I needed to be educated. Bless my girlfriend I love her."
"We know Kaminari."
"I really care about her."
"We know Kaminari."
"I'd love my girlfriend too," Camie murmured, not loud enough to be heard.
"What?" called Mina from the other side of the group.
"What."
"No, but you-" Mina stopped, thought, then kept walking, stopped, thought. She looked over.
"I thought you said you loved your girlfriend too rip."
Uhhhhhhhh.
"Nah fam, I'm single, tingling, am ready to pringle," Camie giggled, trying to hide her awkwardness.
Fuck.
Mina snorted again, and it was the sound of angels.
"Big mood," she called back.
Hooo boy, she was good. Hoooooo boy. Uhhhhhhh.
The silence became less awkward after a while, and with Mina chatting away happily to Kirishima Camie was able to sneak a few cheeky glances (read: stare like a goldfish) at her fine, fine profile. Her cheeks pinched up in dimples when she smiled, and she laughed unapologetically from her chest. Mina had this unmistakable spring in her step, bouncing in rhythm as she walked, pausing occasionally to make grand gestures to punctuate what she was saying. Her hair tangled around her horns in the light breeze, and the way the low sun cast across her turned her skin almost vermillion.
Holy fucking SHITBRICKS she was gay.
"Hey, you should really stare at Pinky some more, it's not nice to ignore people like that." Bakugou's voice materialised by her ear.
"Gah!"
"Yeah, you're that fucking obvious. Holy shit, I thought Kaminari was bad with pining, but this is a whole new level."
"I'm not-"
"Bullshit."
"Fuck fine you're right I'm a Useless Lesbian what do I do dipshit?" Camie shot back with a fierce whisper.
"Beats me."
"Bakugou you have a boyfriend you must know sometHING."
At this, Bakugou sighed. "I pined until I didn’t think I could pine any longer. Then I did."
"Did what?"
"Kept fucking pining, what do you fucking think. Eventually he caved and asked me out. I won."
She shouldn't have been surprised.
"You… won."
"Yes, I won the pining game. I'm not a fucking quitter like some people."
"So then…" Camie continued, "should I just… pine?"
"I don't fucking know, you do you dumbass." These were Bakugou's sage words of advice. Aight.
Camie was saved the time it would take her to think up a snappy comeback, because they arrived at the entrance to the common room.
Denki was first in, and he let out a shriek of delight when he saw Jirou nestled in a couch. Ignoring the fact that she was literally plugged into her computer, he screamed out "WIFE!" and flung himself on top of her. The poor girl jerked alert in shock, then closed her eyes and let out a sigh of mild exasperation as she shuffled over so her boyfriend could snuggle next to her.
Sero plonked himself on the second couch, but when Mina went to join him he hissed at her and made the sign of the cross with his fingers. "Not todAY, SATAN."
"Fuck you too then, Buzzfeed Nifty," she responded cheerfully, and settled by herself.
It seemed like there was history there, but Camie decided not to ask.
Bakugou literally threw Kirishima onto the last couch, where the two began an intense wrestling match for over-arm rights.
Camie was left trying to decide how best to play off standing awkwardly for a whole conversation, but Mina cooed from her side: "Don’t be a stranger babe, come nestle against my bosom like bosom buddies do~"
Now, she'd like to think she didn't rush over- took her time, gave nothing away. But damn bitch, Camie would've made Sonic proud with her speedy-needy.
'Fuck, play cool,' she told herself sternly. Mina, true to her word, grabbed Camie and tugged her over so her head rested against her chest.
Uh. Camie short-circuited. She was floating on a cloud, resting on the best tiddy pillow in the country, nay, the world. Lord, it was so soft. She could smell the girl's flowery perfume, mixed in with the smell of warm bodies after a long day. When Mina spoke, Camie could feel the vibrations, low and gentle, against the back of her neck. Uhhhhhhhhh.
She became aware that the room was silent. That probably meant
"UHhHHhhhhh…"
She shot a pleading look towards Bakugou, who rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, Shiketsu's campus is cold like a bitch. Cam still wears crop tops in December though, believe that."
She made a mental note to thank him later. She chuckled. "A hoe must hoe."
"TEAch me your hoe ways, he cried~," Mina sang gleefully.''
Without even thinking, Camie continued. "But the hoe master did not answer, she just-
"-kept, on, hoeing!" they finished in unison.
"Holy shIT!" Camie screeched, while Mina roared with laughter.
Sero sniggered a little.
"Hey Mina, looks like you've found the one," he called over. Mina seemed to smirk, but Camie found it hard to tell over the heat rising in her neck. Shit, what to say what to saY what tO SAY
Bakugou scoffed. "I mean, she's found the lowest common denominator, that's for sure."
Mina pulled off her shoe and threw it at him.
"Why are you booing me, I'm right," he yelled back, as the shoe bounced off a distracted Kirishima.
Sero spluttered as Kirishima sat bolt upright in confusion. "Why is there a shoe?" he murmured. At this, Sero dissolved into cackles.
"Oi dipshit, that's my boyfriend you're laughing at."
"Shit dude, my bad," Sero managed through his wheezing.
The banter continued in this manner, Bakugou yelling and everyone laughing. Camie stopped listening however, because at that moment Mina began running her hands through Camie's hair.
Fuuuuck. It felt good. Mina's fingers traced patterns across her scalp, swirling and brushing and combing. The sensation was delicious, and Camie had to fight to hold back small hums of pleasure.
"Shit babe, that feels hella goooood~," she murmured inadvertently. The hands stopped.
Shit, she'd just said that out loud. Uhhhh.
Fuck.
Then she felt Mina's chest shake up and down, and realised she was chuckling. The swirling resumed.
"Babe that's gay."
"Mmmhmmm," Camie hummed. Her filter was reaaal low with those fingers. Hmmmmm fingers. Uhhhhh fuckkkkkkk. This was good shit.
Without really meaning to, Camie rolled over onto her side and let Mina's fingers trace her forehead, humming audibly now. Pink hair tickled her nose, so she started rolling it around idly in her finger tips. The fingers stopped again, and Camie looked up to see Mina a little bit still, eyes slightly wider than usual.
Camie stopped immediately. "Shit fam, sorry! Boundaries, I get it."
At this, Mina shook her head.
"Nah man, just felt so good I stopped functioning for a second. Carry on."
Oh, okay. Okay then.
"That's pretty gay fam," she hummed as she let Mina's locks tangle around her fingers again.
Mina didn't protest, she just purred and lowered her head a little more so Camie could reach.
Aight, for whatever it was worth, it was time to bring out the big guns.
Camie drew back, and Mina squeaked reproachfully.
"Nuh-uh babe, it ain't gonna work if we do it like this." Camie pulled herself from Mina's chest and instead settled down next to her, and gently pulled Mina onto her lap.
Mina sighed appreciatively as Camie began playing with her hair again. She swirled her fingers through waves of bubblegum pink, admiring the way they shimmered in the flickering light of the woodfire. Mina hummed, and her eyelashes fluttered in blissful comfort, the corners of her mouth tweaking up a little further.
"There there~," Camie crooned gently, enjoying the fact that she could make the other girl so happy. "Relaxxxx."
Mina closed her eyes and breathed out. They were quiet for a few moments, and then came her voice:
"Two girls, chilling on the sofa, fingering each other 'cause they're defs gay~"
Unable to hold in her laughter, Camie shuddered and cackled- she could feel Mina doing the same- at least, until Mina rolled onto the floor and dragged her down too. With a small cry, Camie toppled over, and there they lay, clutching each other and laughing hysterically. The group just looked at them, not really surprised at the development.
Camie paid them no heed, she was too busy how bangin' Mina looked lying next to her, eyes glittering with tears of hilarity. Her whole body quivered in fits of giggles, and she smiled as big and wide and unapologetically as the moon. Camie beamed back, and before she could think she leaned in, face inches away from Mina's.
Mina didn't move to close the gap- instead she looked her dead in the eye and whispered: "Yo, let's make out."
Camie didn't have to be told twice. She sat up so fast she felt mild vertigo. Mina grabbed her hand and started tugging her towards the elevator.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow, to which Mina managed to yell back "she's bunking with me tonight lads" before the elevator doors could shut.
If they'd been paying any attention, they would've heard the collective cheers of the squad on the ground floor.
But they weren't paying attention.