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Mina's favourite colour is pink.
Kyōka's not sure why that surprises her, considering her hero name is Pinky and her hero suit has been at least 95% pink since their second year of high school, also given the fact that her general complexion is pink—
Well, she really should have known, anyway. She shouldn't have had to find out because a seven year old with wide magenta eyes and gyrating pigtails had walked up to them and said, "Ms Pinky, my name is Mawari Asuka and you're my favourite hero because you're pink, and that's my favourite colour!"
"Oh my god," Mina exclaims seriously, "pink is my favourite too!"
The girl is probably bordering on too big to be picked up anymore, but that doesn't stop Mina from scooping her up easily. She sits her on her shoulder, next to her bulging bicep, which she flexes for a photo. Kyōka, on camera duty, tries not to focus the picture on the muscle. It's a challenge.
"What about you, Ms Earphone Jack?" Asuka asks, taking her phone back from Kyōka when photos are done. "Is pink your favourite colour, too?"
"Uh." She knows she's going to get this wrong. She's terrible with fans in general, but kids in particular are tricky. "Not really. No."
Mina drops her a look, but Asuka just blinks up at her owlishly. "What? Why not?" she asks, like she can't fathom why anyone's favourite colour wouldn't be pink.
Kyōka coughs. "I dunno. It's kind of… garish, isn't it?"
"I don't know what that word means," Asuka says, while behind her Mina places a hand over her heart and drops her jaw like she has known no greater offence. "But why wouldn't you like pink if you're dating Miss Pinky?"
"Yeah!" Mina exclaims.
Kyōka swallows. "I don't not-like pink. It's just. Not my favourite?"
"Well, that's stupid," Mina says seriously.
"That's okay," Asuka tells Kyōka earnestly. "Everyone has different favourite colours. Pink is still the best, though."
"Fuck yeah, it is!" Mina cheers. And then catches herself. "I mean, uh, heck yes, it is!" She laughs uneasily and scratches at her undercut. "Anyway, squirt, you should be heading home now!" And she sends Asuka off with her trademarked cry of THINK PINK!™ before whirling back around to Kyōka. "You don't like pink? What the fuck!"
"I dunno," Kyōka says, continuing on their way back towards HQ. "It's just. Like. Pink , you know? Fake. Like Barbie. And strawberry milk. Sugary enough to give you a migraine."
Mina leaps on her and Kyōka is shrieking even before her earjacks get tugged on.
"You take that back! "
Mina's beverage is pink.
She swills it around in a wine glass while she levels Kyōka with a deadpan stare from across their table in the Twin Heroes Hero Agency cafeteria.
Kyōka picks at her sandwich and tries to mirror back a look of the same fierceness.
"Whoa, whoa, what's all this?" Kirishima cuts in, dropping his tray onto the the table with a loud clang and taking up a spot beside Mina, Bakugō sliding in on his other side.
Kaminari shuffles up on Kyōka's side, as close to her as is physically possible, only because he knows it annoys her. "Are you drinking strawberry milk out of a wine glass?"
Kyōka sighs. "Yes, she is."
Mina smirks. "Yes, I am."
"That's so cool! Kacchan never even lets me touch the wine glasses at home. Or buy flavoured milk."
"Is this some kind of fight thing?" Kirishima asks. "Because those stares are deadly."
"Kyōka says she doesn't like pink," Mina tells them.
"I never said—" Kyōka tries.
"Dude, you don't like pink? You are dating the anthropomorphised concept of the colour pink!"
"Denki, babe, simple words, we're with Kirishima, remember? He doesn't understand big words."
"I resent that, Bakugō, but it's fair because I really don't know what anthromoporphisised means. But, anyway, how can you not like pink? Pink is like, half my wardrobe."
"Only because you didn't separate your whites from the rest of your laundry," Sero chimes in as he arrives, stepping over the bench with his spider legs and taking a seat next to Kyōka. "Which, need I remind you, was red."
Kirishima ignores him. "Are you telling me you don't like my fashion choices, Jirō?"
"Yes."
"Ouch."
"You look dumb. Pink's dumb. The only one who looks good in pink is—"
Mina takes a huge mouthful of her milk, filling her cheeks like a pufferfish, and then sprays it all across the table at Kyōka, though Kirishima and Sero get reasonably doused too.
"I just washed these last week—"
"You're so lucky we're not lactose intolerant—"
"I don't think that's how lactose intolerance works—"
"I WAS GONNA SAY YOU!"
"Aw, babe, but I think pink suits you quite nicely as well!"
Mina's mouth is pink.
Well, of course it is, all of her is pink. That's kind of her Thing.
But it's extra pink tonight, lacquered in a shade of fuchsia that's been driving Kyōka crazy all evening.
And as soon as the agency's Christmas gala is over, they have night patrol too. Great.
The evening wear comes off, swapped for hero costumes, but the lipstick stays on. At least, until Kyōka burns through the fuse on her self-restraint.
Then Kyōka has her up against a wall in some shady downtown alley, hero duties taking second priority to the much more urgent task of sucking the pink right off of Mina's lips.
"It's been a while since you haven't been able to wait till we got home," Mina laughs lightly, the sound as light and crisp as bubblegum smacking. She has her arms around Kyōka's neck, fingers in her hair. "What brought this on?"
Mina tastes like lipstick, a dark chemical taste that lingers on her tongue and teases at every corner of her mouth. Kyōka thinks she might be getting high off it. "Pink," is all Kyōka manages. "So fucking pink."
"You like it? I bought this one for you," Mina says, voice low and quiet between Kyōka's own panting. Mina looks up at her, eyes wide and innocent but mouth looking like a sin ruined right. There's lipstick everywhere—her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck.
Kyōka doesn't reply. Can't. Just runs a thumb through the blossomy mess of her girlfriend's lips and tips her jaw back so she can kiss her again.
She can feel Mina's smirk against her open mouth. "I knew you'd come around."
Mina's hero costume is pink.
And Kyōka's got the same costume designer who is of the opinion that if they're gonna be fighting together so much now, they should have some matching accents. Mina's utility belt and boots get a new black leather makeover, and she rocks it.
Kyōka's still trying to get used to the sudden bubblegum shade all of her own hero accessories have taken on.
She has to admit, though, they do look good together—like a matching set: fighting crime, kicking ass together.
She'd appreciate if Mina would appreciate that fact some other time, though.
"Kyōka, babe, check us out!" Mina exclaims from a nearby electrical goods store window, where an odd fifteen or so TVs are broadcasting them, in their black and pink glory, battlingsome winged Nomus in the city centre. Live.
Kyōka swipes at a frosty exhale one of them sends at her with a sonic boom from her boots. The ice daggers shatter into slightly less threatening snow shards. "That's great, babe, but I'm kinda busy! You wanna watch your six or nah?"
"Nah, I know you've got it."
Kyōka rolls her eyes but takes out the rocky-looking monster with a kick to the back of the head. It takes a tumble and drops like a tree and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get back on its feet, leaving Kyōka to deal with the other three who have finally seemed to piece together the idea that attacking her all at once would be a more effective strategy than the one-by-one thing they were doing before.
"Your quads looked great in that shot."
Nomus are stupid as shit, but three-on-one is still kind of...
"Mina—"
Disadvantageous.
"I'm gonna have to find that one on YouTube later."
She really is trying not to panic as they all close in on her, but one of them licks its own eyeball and she's close enough to see its saliva string out some eyeball juice and that's enough to have her freaking out.
"Mina!"
But Mina's already there, she always is when she needs her, fast as sound on her acid spills. It doesn't take long between the two of them, fighting back-to-back and hand-in-hand. They make a great (if very pink) team.
Mina's bedroom is pink.
Kyōka lies in the bed—pink, of course—and watches her get ready for the day. She's appearing as a guest lecturer today at a nearby university, giving a talk about the utilisation of emitter-type quirks in rescue responses. Even with the undercut and the Barbie-pink pencil skirt, she looks professional. And very hot. Kyōka doesn't know how she does it.
"Why is pink your favourite, anyway?" Kyōka asks lazily, voice muffled a little by the pillow she's got herself propped up on.
"Pink?" Mina hums thoughtfully at herself in the mirror as she twists her hair up into a classy looking knot on the top of her head.
Kyōka almost misses her answer, too busy drooling at the sight of Mina's shoulder muscles working beneath the white cotton of her shirt and the undercut that appears when her hair gets tied up—
"Because pink's strong." She takes a bobbypin out from between her lips and uses her teeth to pry it open before slipping it into her hair.
Kyōka's arms go weak and she slumps into the mattress.
Mina, oblivious to Kyōka's distress, continues. "It's just like... Pink doesn't give a fuck what others think, y'know?"
"That's pretty punk rock," Kyōka manages to reply.
Mina hums again. "It is." Her attention now turns to footwear. She's got a pair of shoes in each hand and seems to debate them internally before settling on the pair of modest pumps. That are pink. Kyōka would roll her eyes at the colour choice if she could tear her gaze off the swell of Mina's ass in that skirt. She slips into them and taps the heels on the floor a few times before turning and striking a pose for Kyōka. She pops a hip and Kyōka thinks her eyes mirror the motion. "How do I look?"
"Like I can't wait for you to get home."
Mina's face breaks into a wide grin, and there's a definite edge of cheek in her voice when she comes over to kiss Kyōka goodbye and tells her "Patience."
She spritzes herself with some of her favourite perfume and then twirls out of the room, leaving Kyōka in a cloud of the smell that she could only ever describe as pink.
Mina's blood is purple.
And it's another of those things Kyōka should have already known about her girlfriend.
But she didn't.
Until now.
"Oh my god," Kyōka is saying. She's trying to stem the flow of it. She's probably crying.
"I know, it's a shocking shade, right?"
"Mina, it's gonna be okay, Kirishima's calling an ambulance right now!"
"Kinda looks like grape soda?"
"You're gonna be okay and we're never drinking grape soda ever again!"
"Didn't we have a guy in our first year class called something about grape soda?"
"If your last words to me are about that fucking grape in a diaper, I will murder you."
Mina snorts. It sounds painful. But she's smiling when she reaches with one hand to cup Kyōka's cheek. "You are so romantic."
"Not as romantic as you saving me just now." She means to laugh, but she chokes instead.
"Close though..." Mina insists, her eyes fluttering against the weight of her fatigue.
Kyōka tries not to think about the stickiness on her fingers as she presses her own palm over Mina's knuckles and threads their fingers together. "I know. Just stay awake, Mina."
Mina's hospital room is pink.
Almost as pink as her bedroom at home.
Midoriya hasn't put Kyōka on patrol since it happened, so she's there as soon as the call comes in that Mina's woken up. And whenshe arrives, she still has to wade through a pool of pink bouquets, balloons, teddy bears, and Get Well Soon cards to get to her pink girlfriend in the middle of it all.
"Well, now I feel stupid," Kyōka says as she comes to the bed, gesturing with the pink roses in her hands.
Mina laughs. It's a sound more like glass bells than her usual bubblegum-smacking giggles, but it's pretty all the same and Kyōka feels some of the worry go out of her just from hearing it. "Yours are the prettiest flowers I've got in here, don't worry," she assures Kyōka in mock-seriousness as she sweeps a few of the cards off the table by her bed. "You can put them here, right by me," she says, nodding at the newly-evacuated space.
Kyōka does so, and then sits on the edge of the bed, pulling out her next gift. "I also brought you this, because I know how much you hate hospital food."
Mina's eyes immediately well with tears and she flings her arms around her. "Kyōka I love you so much you are my absolute favourite person in the whole wide world."
"I know, I know." She pats her on the back clumsily, one hand occupied with a bottle of strawberry milk. "Just please don't spit this one all over me."
Mina doesn't, and Kyōka is so relieved.
Kyōka watches her girlfriend all the rest of the day, and through months of recovery afterwards. She keeps getting presents of flowers and bears and balloons, and, of course, they're all pink. But somehow every new pink petal makes the smile on Mina's face a little truer, gives her some of her own pink colouring back. Even on the hard days, any pink gift is met with a joyous exclamation of, "Pink is my favourite!"
And slowly Kyōka starts to smile when they get pink things too. They remind her of Mina and make her feel brave.
Kyōka's girlfriend is pink.
She kicks ass and takes names and fastens a lesbian flag around herself like a cape when she kisses Kyōka at Pride.
Kyōka buys her a pink engagement ring—a pink stone set in a rose gold band—and proposes to her in front of a pink sunset.
And on their first shift after they get back from their honeymoon, Kyōka spots a familiar face in a crowd across the street.
She takes off at a run to catch the little girl with magenta eyes and gyrating pigtails.
"Ms Pinky! Ms Earphone Jack!" she looks positively delighted to see the two pro-heroes again.
"You were right, Asuka-chan. Pink is the best colour. Pink is my favourite, too."