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Nosiga Tokoyami is not a small man. He’s broad chested, tall, and thick with muscle beneath his feathers. He’s used to people telling him they envisioned a skinny twig of a bird when he gets described to his prospective clients, but that’s not him. Nosiga isn’t a push over, he takes care of his body just like he takes care of his mind. He lives healthy for his wife and his son because he wants to be around them as long as possible. So he stays in shape.

But Enji Todoroki is a giant when he stands next to Nosiga, and the man oozes a thick kind of distaste that is textbook ‘bad time.’

Did the man eat bricks for breakfast? Jesus.

They drop the few inches to the ground as his quirk deposits them outside and Nosiga imagines a cartoon crater beneath their feet. Thankfully he has enough common sense not to look down and embarrass himself.

Enji barrels into a conversation as soon as the wind blows over them.

“Why are we outside?” His voice sounds like a bark. “What was going on with my son? He’s never looked like that before.” There’s a rumble of warning in Enji’s voice that makes Nosiga want to roll his eyes. Years of working with children and young adults alike has beaten that habit out of him though.

“Well, we have to talk, Enji.” It’s not a need, they have to. “Shouto looked to be having the beginnings of an anxiety attack when he caught sight of you, but I know he’s going to be fine. His support system was right there.” Enji looks like he’s about to splutter, so Nosiga pushes forward. “Did you know that in the paperwork your daughter wrote up when you granted her custody, it said that you’re legally required to attend at least one session with me a month? Regardless of if Shouto is present or not?” He sees the startled confusion on Enji’s face despite the fact it hasn’t moved. Maybe he’s frowning instead of scowling? Enji just has one of those faces.

Again, years of practice lead him to know this.

“You didn’t read the contract?” Nosiga reaches up and rubs at his beak. Of course Enji didn’t read the contract properly, why would he? The number one hero is responsible, but the father of an emotionally traumatized teenager?

God, he could just punch this idiot square in the jaw. He’d probably break his hand, but it would feel so good.

“I assumed Fuyumi informed me of everything she wanted in her demands.” The way Enji says demands makes Nosiga’s feathers rise. It takes everything in him not to screech like the bird he resembles. This man is vile, but he’s not the worst that Nosiga has had to face off with. Enji had enough sense to give his son up, to realize he was on the threshold of losing him to something far greater if he kept going the way things were. “If this is going to help Shouto through his little problem-”

A sharp gasp cuts through the air before a voice rings out. “Oh go fuck yourself.” Nosiga jumps, and Enji does too. They both turn and stare at the blond woman on the steps, Mitsuki Bakugo in fact, as she clenches both her fists. “Little problem? Little?” Her voice doesn’t rise, but her gaze does darken and her palms begin to glow.

Nosiga takes a step back.

Just in case.

“I don’t think my sons life is any of your-” Enji is cut off as Mitsuki lets out a cruel bark of a laugh. She stomps forward, barely coming up to Enji’s collar bone, but she stands her ground.

Nosiga isn’t very close to Mitsuki, but he’s met parents like her before. People think Hero’s move heaven and earth, but Nosiga knows that people like Mitsuki will move galaxies.

“He stopped being your son the instant you laid a hand on him the first time.” She points a glowing finger at Enji and Nosiga sees tears forming in her eyes. “You don’t beat your kids to make them stronger, you don’t-” She takes a sharp inhale and her finger curls into her fist. “There’s a very, very thin line between discipline and abuse. I worry every day that I’ve crossed that line with my son, every fucking day! But Katsuki talks to me, he trusts me to be around him when he’s at his lowest, to be around his friends.” There are tears falling freely down her cheeks now, but her fury hasn’t let up. “Shouto is one of them, one of his closest in fact. I love that kid like he’s my own, I’ll protect him from anyone that tries to hurt him, even if that someone if you.” Her hand is glowing a little less, but it’s still making Nosiga nervous.

He’s heard stories about Mitsuki from Shouto. According to him, this woman could take down a building by flicking her finger, even though her quirk is supposedly only glycerin sweat.

He’s starting to believe what he’d only assumed were tall tales of an idolizing teenager.

“Can you name any of Shouto’s friends?” Mitsuki asks when a silence starts to stretch. Her arms cross over her chest when Enji doesn’t respond. He just stares blankly at her and clenches his fists at his sides. “I can name them.” She practically spits it. “I can tell you his favorite color, his favorite food, what song he hums when he’s content! I can tell you what his laughter sounds like, and it’s sad and hurt and it shouldn’t be. I can tell you what sounds cause him to panic, what smells ease his headaches. I know what movies make him cry and that when I hug him he makes this terrified sound like the world is going to shatter around him if I let him go too early.” Mitsuki wipes at her cheeks. “I could go on and on about that boy and I’m just his friends mother.” Her voice rises just a bit on the end, but then she seems to catch herself. Her hands brush off the front of her apron.

“He has to be-” Enji is cut off before he has a chance to get another word out.

“He’s sixteen!” Nosiga flinches at the pure, boiling atmosphere that wafts off Mitsuki. “He’s a child, not a fucking robot. He deserved to be loved, to play in the rain, splash around in the mud, scrape his knees and get kisses and bandages with hearts on them, he should have been allowed to laugh freely. He needed you and you turned your very presence into a weapon against him.” She pokes one finger against Enji’s chest and Nosiga flinches. Part of him thought Enji would go flying into the atmosphere. “Did you know he has PTSD? At sixteen? Did you know you’ve fucked up your son so much that I’ve had to hold him while he tries not to curl into the fetal position because of the sound of fireworks outside this New Year?”

Enji looks sick to his stomach now, his face beginning to pale. Nosiga swallows and steps forward, a hand on Mitsuki’s shoulder when he sees Enji’s fists unclench. Things... are sinking into his head now.

Nosiga’s presence at Mitsuki’s side seems to ease whatever train of thought she was going on. She doesn’t move her glare off Enji though.

He speaks into the quiet between them. “I... don’t believe having you here is good for Shouto’s mental health, not yet at least. I say this as his therapist first and foremost, mind you. I can keep in contact with you through my office and let you know when his appointments are so you can work around them, and I can update you on his progress and let you know when he’s ready to see you, but...” Nosiga tries not to sigh, “Shouto is… it’s a wonder that U.A. is letting him stay here. If he were my son, I’d be taking him out of this school, out of this life.” Maybe this is pushing a boundary that shouldn’t be touched. Maybe this is unprofessional. “But by some grace of god, being a Hero is what Shouto wants to do.”

Mitsuki lets out a snarled huff. “You stay the fuck away from that baby boy. Be a hero, save the world, do your bullshit, but if you go anywhere near Shouto-”

“You’ll what?” Enji has been mostly passive this entire time, but the threat makes the top of his hair spark to life. The flames crackle and make the courtyard around them glow. Despite the physical temperature warming around them, there isn’t any metaphorical heat to his words. “I’m not intimidated by you, I-” He’s cut off again, but this time it’s by Mitsuki’s laughter.

“Me? Fuck no, I won’t touch the number one hero.” She sneers as she says it. She makes the words feel rotten against Nosiga’s feathers. “No, if you go anywhere near Shouto before he’s ready... he’ll be the one that cuts you off. Whatever relationship you’re trying to reforge, whatever forgiveness you’re trying to earn back...” She shakes her head and her lip curls. “He’ll disappear from your sight in an instant. I know that much about him, and he won’t let you get anywhere near him.”

Nosiga offers her a smile when she turns to him, her own hand placed over his and her posture that of someone who could care less about the raging inferno behind her. She wipes her face one last time and shakes her head. It almost looks like she hasn’t been crying. A few eye drops and a glass of water and she’ll be perfect as rain.

“Fumikage’s a great kid, Tokoyami. He makes the boys laugh, you and Yukita did a wonderful job raising him.” She takes a step away before turning sharply on her heel. “Go patrol a wall or something you burnt old rag.” Both her middle fingers stand proudly before she dismisses them and stomps back inside.

Another quiet settles deep before Enji coughs.

“.. Who was she?”

“Mitsuki Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo’s mother.” Nosiga shrugs. “Her son gets his attitude honest.”

Enji nods, now looking at his feet. “I’ve met her son, in passing at least, I...” He swallows and Nosiga can hear it. “Does he really have PTSD?”

Nosiga nods. “As well as a severe panic and anxiety disorder, but I think it’s calming down. He refuses medication for it.”

“… Fuck.” Enji shuts his eyes and clenches his fists again. “I’ll… be in touch.” He walks away without another word.

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Yuga’s got a flare for the dramatic, he’s had it since birth. He knows it’s justified since both his parents are runway models, attitude and flare are all he knows. Because of that though, people tend to treat him like a pariah. He’s flamboyant so they assume things and write him off before getting to know him. Yuga’s learned to lean into the stereotype to an extreme, and a part of him knows that’s unhealthy. The act has started morphing into his personality and it’s… not good. But if people are going to be cruel over how he acts, he’ll trick them all and make them think he’s everything they exaggerate about him. It’s an unhealthy way to spite people, but it’s what he’s got.

In the beginning, not a day went by that he didn’t adore the way he lived, but lately he’s been having trouble summoning the coy smile he wears as easily as his eyeliner. He thinks that’s all because of Mashirao Ojiro.

Yuga doesn’t blame him. After all, it both is and isn’t his fault that Yuga caught feelings.

Mina notices his drop in mood, but so do Rikido and Izuku. They’re his absolute best friends next to Mashirao, but that relationship has become… strained. Mashirao notices that he’s sad, but he… he thinks it’s because of a boy. Which, it is, but… he doesn’t connect the dots because he’s denser than his mothers attempts at cooking. Spending time with Mashirao sucks for him because on Mashirao’s side, nothing has changed. For Yuga, though, everything is different.

They’re still best friends who confide in one another, who talk about their crushes and exhaustion from training to be a hero, but now it tastes bitter. Mashirao talks about his girlfriend Kendo and Yuga... tries to stop talking about his crush, only telling Mashirao that, ‘He’s taken, it’s not right of me to feel like that anymore.’

Mashirao is an idiot. And yet, Yuga still has a crush on him. Try as he might to kill it.

“Yuga!” Mina bounces over to him during the dance, giggling under the glittering lights that frame her pink hair in blues and purples. Her boyfriends are over on the dance floor, swaying as a slow song plays over the speakers. “Yuga, sweet heart, come dance with me.” She offers a hand, a bright grin on her face and her highlighter perfect. He’s glad she found a color that compliments her skin tone and matches her half tux.

“You plan to steal me away from Rikido so quickly?” Yuga teases, scrunching his nose at her as they both lean in for cheek kisses. Behind them, their friends rumble of a laugh echoes before his gentle hand settles on Yuga’s shoulder.

“Oh no you don’t, you leave me out of this. Go on and dance, just save me the next slow one. I’ll get us drinks and a table.” Rikido laughs again and Yuga feels his smile ease away from coy to genuine. God but Rikido is a good man. Why couldn’t Yuga catch feelings for him instead? At least then rejection would be justified.

“See, it’s the perfect time to dance with your future wife.” Mina’s already pulling Yuga away from Rikido. He laughs and throws a wave over his shoulder before they find a spot that isn’t horribly crowded. There are students from all the courses and grades here, so space is a little tight. He’s never had a problem with keeping Mina close though. She’s not his type, mores the pity, but honestly she’s his as much as he is hers. Whatever they are to one another, it’s never needed a name other than what they already call it.

Mina presses tight to his chest for a hug, then they both relax and sway to a song neither of them recognize. It’s… strange, but not unwanted. She always knows how to cheer him up with feather light touches and the settled smell of daffodils.

To think that he’d contemplated not going to this dumb dance. He’d have missed out on how beautiful his friend is under all this lighting. He’ll have to get out his phone later and have her do an impromptu photo shoot.

“The jacket suits you.” Yuga decides, fixing Mina’s lapels and then twirling a finger around her curls.

“So does yours, sweetie.” Mina fixes Yuga’s cuffs in turn and they both end up giggling. “I’m so glad you came out of your room, you’ve been curling in on yourself like a turtle for weeks now. I was about ready to drag you out by your highlights.” Her eyes glitter, golden and black and comforting. She really is stunning.

Yuga lets out a bark of a laugh anyway. “You wouldn’t dare.” He teases it, and Mina smiles before stepping back to twirl him. They both laugh because it’s awkward and messy, but they’ve done this before in the quiet of his room, just the two of them. He settles back into her arms and gets comfortable, scanning the room out of habit.

Right up until he looks over her shoulder and sees Mashirao dancing with Kendo. There’s the softest, sweetest smile on his face that matches Kendo’s wistful gaze. Their outfits don’t even match and yet somehow they look perfect together. Like the poster children for a heterosexual happy ending.

He must tense up because Mina stops them right there on the floor and looks over her shoulder. The quiet between them builds until puzzle pieces seem to fall into place and her hands tighten on his jacket. She looks back and Yuga sees it. It’s not pity on her face, it’s painful understanding.

“Oh… oh Yuga, you caught feelings.” She’s maneuvering them off the dance floor without another word. “For Mashirao? He’s so...”

“Kind to me,” Yuga cuts off anything she might have said, “and attentive, and he makes me laugh, and brings me peppermint oil for my stomach when he thinks I’ve overdone it at practice. He’s trying to learn French for me, and Mina he’s horrible at it but he keeps trying. He keeps encouraging me to go after the guy I like and he doesn’t...” He can’t finish. Falling for Mashirao is his biggest regret.

Mina pulls out the chair at the table Rikido’s saved them and Yuga sits down with a thump.

“Ahh,” Rikido sounds like a wise old sage, “I know that look. You’ve figured out who he has a crush on.”

“You knew?” Mina would normally sit on Yuga’s lap, but she gives him space and pulls up a chair beside him. “What am I saying? Of course you did, you know everything about everyone’s relationship even before they do.”

Yuga snorts. “She’s got you there.” He tilts a hastily grabbed drink at Rikido’s pout before taking a sip. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s endearing.”

“Years of practice watching you weirdos go about your crushes.” Rikido mutters, though it’s lighthearted. It’s one of his favorite jokes and it makes all of them laugh.

“Anyways.” Mina’s hands clap together. “We need to get you someone to distract yourself with so you can get over Mashi and go back to your bright, wonderfully obnoxious self.”

He loves Mina fiercely. “I’m not sure it works like that, my darling dearest.”

“It absolutely does,” she argues. “Because it’s that, or I drag Mashirao’s ass out back and kick him until he cries.” There’s a fire in her tone that says she probably isn’t joking. “I love the boy but he had to have known. I’m pretty oblivious, so I’ve got an excuse, but him? He’s just being an ass.”

“Relationships don’t work like that, Ashido.” Rikido explains with the sigh of the long suffering. “You can’t force this. If Aoyama doesn’t want to go on an impromptu blind date then… then all we can do is be here for him until the feelings pass.”

“Ugh, feelings.” Yuga mutters before footsteps approach. He looks up to see Sero and Kaminari pulling out chairs to sit close. They settle and pass over greetings, so Yuga returns them. “I’m surprised you two aren’t out there dancing even more.” He watches the way Kaminari smiles and leans into Sero’s open arm. His corset vest tenses as he sighs.

“We wanted to make room for Katsuki and Eiji.” Kaminari says before pointing into the crowd. It’s another slow song, one that’s mostly done on the piano with a backdrop of violins. Who on Earth is doing the set list for this party to have slow songs so early on?

Yuga sighs as he watches the adoring look in Kirishima’s eyes as they sway together, his cheeks flushed. Bakugo’s utterly smitten despite looking cranky, but everyone in class 1-A has long since figured out that his face just looks like that.

He glances to the side and catches sight of green, unruly curls. Yuga can’t help but gasp, a hand going to his mouth before be elbows Mina. She turns, then muffles squeals behind both her hands. They hold each others at the arms as they watch Izuku and Todoroki weave through the crowd, sticking close through the thick of it while holding hands.

“Oh good, they didn’t chicken out.” Rikido says fondly. “I’m glad they’re-”

“Well if it isn’t Class 1-A’s reject table!”

Everyone groans and rolls their eyes as a chair is pulled from another table and turned to plop down in the only space left. Neito Monoma sits, but right away Yuga can tell something is off about him. His normal competitive edge isn’t there, it’s just… words spoken on autopilot maybe? He knows the feeling, knows the way it looks on a person.

“Fuck off, Monoma.” Mina mutters, not bothering to look over at him. “We all have dates, you’re the only one who came here stag.” She smirks to herself. “Pretty sure it was ‘cause Kendo turned him down.”

Yuga eyes the suit Monoma wears instead of giving in and teasing with his friend. The fabric is dark, almost similar to his hero suit but edging more toward navy rather than black. His tie is a pastel blue with dark navy stripes that run horizontal across the trim. He’s also got a single white flower pinned to his lapel, a snowdrop with a gold tube to keep it in place. Monoma at least has the decency to look good, despite being a pain in the ass. His cuff links match the snowdrop.

“There’s nothing wrong with going stag and you know it.” Monoma counters. “But there is a problem with your friend dating Kendo out of the blue like that.” Sero groans and pushes his sleeve up to expose his elbow. Kaminari leans as far back in his seat as he can while Mina begins to snicker. “I’m not a fan of mixing our classes, but I-” Sero yanks some tape off his elbow and reaches over Kaminari to slap it on Monoma’s mouth.

“Literally no one gives a fuck but you.” Sero states as they make eye contact. “Now, I don’t care if you sit with us, but that’s up to them and your attitude. Stop being a bitch baby, or walk away. Understood?”

A few seconds go by before Monoma huffs through his nose and nods. They all relax again before watching the teen tug at the corner of the tape on his face. He flinches when it doesn’t come off right away. Sero’s tape is notorious for being difficult to remove from skin.

“It’s not going to… oh for heavens sake.” Yuga pushes up from his seat and walks around the table as he digs into his back pocket. He pulls out a spare alcohol wipe and makeup remover packet. Both tiny and made ages ago by Momo. “Come on, water will only help so much, this will be better. I’ll take him to the bathroom.” He holds out his hand and watches the way Monoma eyes his manicure pointedly.

There’s a weird silence before Monoma takes Yuga’s hand and pulls himself to his feet. They make eye contact for a moment, just a fleeting second, and then look away from one another. Something felt… strange. But not bad.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Mina asks, her hands glistening with sweat. She’ll melt Monoma’s hair off if she hears him start any more shit.

“Oh stop fretting, I’ll be fine.” Yuga waves her worry away and starts walking toward the bathroom.

Monoma doesn’t let go of his hand.

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“So, are we dating?” Kendo asks after Mashirao spins her once and brings her back to his chest. Her dress is a beautiful coral color and the light curls in her hair take his breath away.

“I… do you want us to be?” Mashirao can see her blush even though the lights are dim. How had he gotten so lucky to be dancing with such an angel?

When had he fallen so hard? For a long time he’d thought that impossible, growing up he just… hadn’t felt that spark all the books and movies had talked about when you make a connection with someone.

Then he’d gotten to know Hagakure… he’d thought…

But she deserved better, she has better in fact. Better for her at least, someone who isn’t… wired so strangely. Watching Hagakure get so close, then letting her slip away so he could focus on his Hero studies… maybe that had been a mistake. He should have handled it better, should have talked to her properly.

But he hadn’t.

That’s in the past though, she’s with Shoji and he sweeps her off her feet. Literally and figuratively. Mashirao had been hurt, but he’d turned his focus toward training, on strengthening his moves and mind.

And then Kendo had started joining him in the gym. They both moved together through yoga poses, talking softly in the empty room. Her laughter is like a fluttering in his chest, her nose scrunching when she smiles, cute dimples showing up on her cheeks. Before he can help it, he realizes that she takes his breath away.

Mina and Yuga are sympathetic, but they seem too caught up in their own relationships. Mina with her boys, Yuga with… whoever it is Mashirao still has to beat up for turning his best friend down. He still hasn’t put two and two together yet, but he will one day. Whoever this guy is he sounds like a real jackass, despite Yuga’s insistence that he’s a sweetheart.

Yuga is his best friend, even more so than Mina. Mashirao does whatever he can to keep that genuine smile on Yuga’s face instead of the coy fake one he wears as if it’s natural. He’s sure it’s just an act, just like he’s sure everyone in their class is plagued by some kind of depression. Fuck the fake smiles are everywhere.

Well… except maybe Sero. But who the fuck knows what goes through Sero’s head.

Still, he starts to learn French to make Yuga laugh and so he can speak it with someone other than Todoroki, and he learns Capoeira so he can keep up with Mina because fucks sake the woman has thighs made of pure muscle and getting kicked by her is like being nailed by a truck. Also she enjoys the dance, it’s a lot of movement that gets her off her feet and lets him practice existing with his tail.

He talks to them both about Kendo and how she’s shown interest in learning French and Capoeria with him! So he drags both his best friends to meet his crush and they get on like kindling under a bonfire.

And then Yuga pulls him aside and tells him to ‘Follow his heart,’ and Rikido tells him something similar and…

He does.

He asks Kendo out and she says yes, and their first date turns into their second, and their third, and then their fourth. Now they’re dancing together and Kendo’s looking up at him with beautiful teal eyes that sparkle like gems. Everyone says they’re dating, that they’re a couple, but they haven’t put it to words yet. Not until now.

“I mean,” her voice has laughter in it, “I won’t say no if you asked to be my boyfriend.” She shrugs. “Everyone thinks we’re dating anyway, so why not?”

His heart flutters and his breath hitches as he bites his bottom lip. His grin spreads.

“Alright, Itsuka Kendo, will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?” When he asks it, he can see Kendo’s face turn red before she shakes her head. It’s not a no type of shake, it’s a ‘I’m flustered’ shake.

“It would be my honor.” She states, then reaches up to spin him. He lets her, laughing as he’s pulled back in and then dipped in her strong arms. Fuck. She’s so stunning. “You’re so cute when you smile like that, has anyone ever told you that before Mashi?”

Mashirao laughs when Kendo lifts him back up. “Nope, you’re the first.” The song ends and the music starts to pick up, changing tempo to something bouncy and full of energy. “You’re beautiful though, so being cute next to you is the least I can do.”

Her laughter fills his chest with butterflies.

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“I could be sleeping, or fuck, hanging out with Gen Ed while I still can. They’re ditching early to order take in. I could be in front of a large screen getting fat off poor mans dinner.” Hitoshi mutters as he lays his head on both arms against the table. “I didn’t have to come out here, I could have just… not gotten out of the dorm.” Beside him, Kuroiro laughs and rubs his back. It’s strange, but not unwelcome. Class 1-B isn’t as touchy as 1-A, but there are a select few that bridge that gap with brute force. Most of 1-B have crowded him at one point and accepted him, even if he isn’t officially in the Hero course yet.

Komori hums and slides a plastic cup across the table. “Water?” She asks, one of her eyes peeking out from beneath her bangs.

“Yeah, why not.” Hitoshi takes the cup but doesn’t drink it. He slides it back and forth between both his hands. “I’m so bored, why can’t I just go back to the dorms?”

“You promised Kinoko you’d dance with her, and Testutetsu if we ever find him.” Kuroiro reminds him. “And you can’t dance with Kinoko until after Fumi does.”

“Yeah yeah, and he has to dance with you before her, I know.” Doesn’t mean he has to like it. “At least you guys have a system.”

Komori giggles behind one of her gloves. It has mushrooms painted on the bows atop her wrists. “He’ll be back from the bathroom soon.” She shrugs and the ruffles on her sleeves make a swishing sound. “At least we’re not bad company?”

Hitoshi looks up and offers her a genuine smile. She’s not wrong. “Better than Neito is right now.”

“Is he still bitter?” Kurorio asks, frowning. “I thought you said you two were fine, that you had everything handled.”

“We are fine, and he’s not bitter. He’s just... hurt.” Hitoshi admits. “It’s… weird? Not in a bad way, I mean I walked here with the guy and he’s surprisingly tolerable once you get passed his obsession with being the best, but… seeing him cry changed everything.” Komori makes a pained sound and scoots closer.

“He cried?” She sounds sad. “He seemed so upbeat when Kendo turned him down, I thought he was fine with it.” Her fingers dance over her bottom lip. “Oh, should we go find him and check on him? I’m worried, he’s not as strong as he plays himself up to be. He’s a softy. We should look for him!”

“Nah.” Hitoshi waves her worry away. “Neito’s impulsive, but he’s also smart. He’s not going to put himself in a bad situation where-”

“-He’s sitting with some 1-A students.” Kurorio cuts in.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Hitoshi sits up, ready to march over and save his dumb idiot friend, but stops when he watches Neito take Aoyama’s hand. Even from across the room he can see that little sparkle of intrigue and wonder. Also there’s... tape on his face? “… You know what, that’s somehow worse.”

“What’s worse?” Tokoyami asks, arriving just in time to block off Hitoshi’s view of Aoyama tugging Neito into the bathroom.

“Cross faction romance.” Kurorio says with the heaviest of smirks Hitoshi has seen on him yet.

“Disgusting.” Tokoyami leans down and rubs his beak against Kuroiro’s cheek. “Shinsou, are you dancing with us tonight?”

Hitoshi blinks in shock. He’s still not used to 1-A talking to him unless it’s Midoriya or, heaven forbid, Kaminari. But then again, he supposes everything has to shift eventually. “Just with Komori, maybe Tetsu, but then I’m going the fuck back to bed.” He reaches up to rub at his cheek.

“Ahh,” Tokoyami nods, “so you’re free then?” He holds out a hand, which Kuroiro takes as he stands. “Watch our girl.” Komori blows as raspberry at them both before they walk away.

“They’re so mean to me.” She whines.

“They’re not,” Hitoshi mutters back. “All three of you are happy and in a comfortable polyamorus relationship. You’re just being a baby.” Komori snorts at him and bumps their shoulders together.

“You could always date one of us and join in.” She teases. It’s their little inside joke, never serious. Were it anyone other than Hitoshi she wouldn’t make it, but she knows that he’s ‘open to anything.’ Just not the thought of dating his friends or their boyfriend.

“Not into girls or goths.” Hitoshi mutters, elbows thunking against the table.

“You’re a little into goths.” She argues, fingers lifting and demonstrating her point as she pinches the air.

Hitoshi just grunts at her and lifts the water to his lips. “If I admit to that, you'll try to hold it against me later.” He sips the water, bored and ready to surrender himself to his sheets. Komori just laughs and leans against his side, the two of them looking out onto the dance floor to watch Tokoyami and Kuroiro bounce around together.

They’re both startled when Denki Kaminari rushes up to the side of the table and slams both his palms flat to the wood. Ashido, Sero, and Rikido are trailing after him.

“Hitoshi!” Kaminari beams at him and little crackles of electricity trickle over the boning of his corset. “You made it!” Fuck, he sounds so fond.

“Oh, it’s Hitoshi now?” Komori whispers behind her hand. Hitoshi elbows her.

“What do you want, Kaminari?” His clipped tone does nothing to dissuade Kaminari’s smile.

In fact, it seems to double it. “I thought you weren’t coming, I was looking forward to seeing you but then you said no. But now you’re here, so come dance with me!” Kaminari holds out a hand, his nails covered in glitter.

Hitoshi sighs. “I can’t, I’m holding down the fort.” He throws an arm around Komori’s shoulders and pats at the ruffles of her sleeve.

She scoffs and shoves him off. “Oh my god, go dance with the little goth boy.”

“I’m not a goth boy.” Kaminari argues with a pout. “I’m punk rock.”

“You’re a little goth, honey.” Ashido states as she presses a kiss to his cheek, then rubs away her lip gloss. He laughs and shakes his head before turning expectantly to Hitoshi. Who is blatantly ignoring the pointed look Komori is giving him. Ashido perks up and hurries to sit in Kuroiro’s vacant chair. “I’ll keep her company.”

“Yes!” Komori actually pushes Hitoshi to his feet. “Go dance with the man.” She shoves him with her deceptive strength and Hitoshi, somehow, remains upright and fully composed.

There’s no getting out of this. Komori sees right through him. How dare she.

He takes Kaminari’s hand and lets himself get dragged onto the dance floor.

“You look nice!” Kaminari shouts over the music.

“Yeah, you too.” Hitoshi shouts back, then lets Kaminari crowd his space before giving up and dancing. He tries not to flinch when hands settle on his hips, eyeing the curious way Kaminari moves in.

‘Is this okay?’ The music drowns out Kaminari’s voice, but Hitoshi can read his lips. Without thinking, he pulls Kaminari closer until they’re pressed flush against one another. He can feel Kaminari’s pulse against his skin quicken, taste the electrical hum on the air as he nods.

Shit… his is into goths.

Chapter Text

This is a date, there’s no dancing around it. Izuku Midoriya is on a date with number one in his class, and he’s trying very hard not to fuck it up. Though he honestly doesn’t think he could even if he tried, Shouto’s only got eyes for him and it’s… a little nerve wracking. But also good, oh it’s so good.

With everything that’s led him up until this point, Izuku still finds himself pinching the inside of his wrist to see if he’s dreaming or not. Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and pull One For All into his palms just to remind himself that he’s not in an elaborate coma.

In the beginning he’d told himself that Hero work came first. Training, studying, those were what he needed to focus on.

But then he’d made friends.

Real friends!

Now his priorities have shifted, or maybe just been added to. He went from being convinced he was unloveable, to flirting just to see how it felt. Now he’s standing in the doorway of the dance hall and staring at the glitter and streamers floating around everyone. Spotlights sway across the floor, purples and blues flickering in and out as they dance across dresses and tuxedos.

“I’m nervous.” Shouto admits. “I’ve never been to a dance before.”

Izuku blinks once, then squeezes Shouto’s arm in his own. “I’ve been to one or two, they weren’t anything like this.” He’d also gone to those alone, staying for about ten minutes to get pictures to pretend he had a social life for his mother. Now he won’t have to pretend, now he… he won’t have to sneak out and spend hours in a library waiting for the dance to end before his mother comes to pick him up.

“I trust you to take care of me.” Shouto decides as he takes a step into the hall. Izuku smiles brightly as they enter a small crowd near the door, then slip through to find a table. There are little placards on them that you can flip to say ‘Occupied’ or ‘Unoccupied’, and Izuku thinks that’s a little silly.

At least he does until he sees Momo and Ochako flip a placard close to them, dumping their purses and drinks on the table before running into the crowd to bounce around to the upbeat music.

His chest feels light as he watches Tenya reach out and take Ochako’s hand, spinning her once as her skirt twirls out to make her look like a Princess in a fairy tale. Tenya’s looking at her like she’s a Queen, and when she stops and rests one hand on his chest, he sighs.

“Look at them, they’re so cute.” He mutters. Shouto leans over until he sees Ochako and Tenya swaying together while everyone else jumps and bounces.

“Look over at Momo and Kyoka.” Shouto points at the two girls as they crowd into each others space. They’re laughing and Momo has her hands on Kyoka’s shoulders, Kyoka’s on Momo’s hips. Their height difference makes it awkward, but they work with it and look delighted.

“Oh no they’re so cute.” Izuku says wistfully. “Do you want to dance too?” He turns and, despite the dim lighting, can see Shouto blushing.

“Yes.” He laughs a little as he says it, reaching down to squeeze Izuku’s hand.

“Let’s go, we can ask to join their table later!” Izuku wastes no time in pulling Shouto to the dance floor. His shoulders and hips sway, hands lifting up near his shoulders as the beat becomes a physical presence that surrounds him. Shouto looks nervous at first, but Izuku takes both his hands and swings his arms from side to side. That makes Shouto laugh. The tension cracks and he closes his eyes, crowding close to Izuku as they bounce on their heels and move with the music.

When Shouto opens his eyes, Izuku trembles. They’re still holding hands and it makes him blush, but it’s… really sweet. They could be sharing oxygen they’re so close.

“Deku, you made it!” Ochako nearly bumps into them when she dips Tenya. He looks up at them, practically horizontal at this point, and waves. He looks weightless in Ochako’s arms, but they can both see she isn’t using her quirk to hold him like that. She’s just buff.

“Todoroki, Midoriya, I’m glad you two are having fun!” He laughs when Ochako pulls him back up and they turn so they’re facing each other. “Is it alright if we dance with you as well?”

Izuku laughs and feels himself trying to vibrate out of his skin. His friends want to dance?! He looks over at Shouto and sees the same kind of excitement bubbling under that small smile.

“Of course!”

They dance for what feels like hours before Ochako admits that her feet hurt. Tenya nods sharply and offers to carry her to the table, but she laughs brightly and waves him off.

“No, it’s fine.” Her voice is so fond. “Deku, Todoroki, come on.” She takes both their hands and leads them to the table. Izuku takes a seat and his feet throb, but it’s worth it when Shouto sits next to him and leans against his shoulder.

“I’ll get us drinks.” Tenya states before planting a gentle kiss to Ochako’s head. Her whole face lights up red as he leaves.

“He likes you.” Shouto states despite the fact Ochako is hiding behind her hands.

“I like him too!” She whines through her palms. Izuku laughs and leans into Shouto as much as he’s leaning into him.

“Good, you’re cute together.” He decides. Ochako splutters and giggles.

Soon enough Momo and Kyoka join the table, along with Tsuyu, who is ‘without a date’ but ‘just here to have a good time.’ She ends up close to Ochako and the two hold hands atop the table.

Conversation floats around them and Izuku joins in on occasion. At some point Shouto slips his hand into Izuku’s and they sit like that for a while, laughing and talking about nonsense as people go back and forth between the dance floor and their seats.

Izuku watches Kacchan spin Kirishima around the floor when they pass by, the two laughing and moving gracefully despite how awkward they’d been earlier on in the night. He can see that Shinsou is back on the dance floor with Kaminari, and that’s probably the third time tonight that’s happened. They’re very close, and he can see Ashido and Sero looking over fondly at them from time to time as they talk to Tokoyami and two of the students from class 1-B.

Sato has been on and off the dance floor, dancing with anyone who looks like they’re lonely. He leaves more people with smiles than anyone else could, and that’s a power all in its own. He hasn’t seen much of Hagakure and Shoji, but they’re on the other side of the hall. They swung by once when Kacchan demanded a dance with Hagakure, and Shoji had almost collapsed next to Tokoyami a few tables away. Even with his mask, Izuku can tell he’s smitten.

“Hey, has anyone seen Aoyama? I just remembered he wanted to dance with me at some point.” Izuku asks suddenly.

“Hmm? I saw him when he first got here, he was with Sato.” Momo says as Kyoka fixes her dates hair to get it off her neck.

“What about recently?” Izuku looks around and catches sight of Sato, waving him over as he weaves through the crowd with a laugh. By the time he gets there, Tenya has brought food back to the table and everyone is snacking and kicking shoes off.

Sato walks up and laughs when he’s immediately offered a cucumber sandwich by Shouto. “Thanks, I’m working up an appetite.” He admits as he takes the napkin. “What’s up?”

Izuku picks up a macaroon and pokes at it. “Have you seen Aoyama? You came with him, but I haven’t seen him in… a while. It’s not like him to just… not be in view.”

Sato’s face falls into a frown. “I… I haven’t seen him since he left with Monoma earlier.”

Izuku drops his macaroon.

“He left with Monoma?” Shouto sounds as scandalized as he possibly can, and Izuku can’t help but laugh as he scrambles to pick up his treat. “Do we have to send out a search party?” Sato laughs.

“They’re in the bathroom getting Sero’s tape off Monoma’s face.” Sato explains. “I’ll go check on them, don’t worry.” He pops the sandwich into his mouth, then walks toward the bathrooms. Izuku huffs. Something seems off, but Sato’s completely capable. So is Aoyama for that matter.

His distress must come across loud and clear though, because Shouto gets to his feet and pulls Izuku up with him. “I want to dance.” He states. Izuku laughs and takes a big swig of punch before following after Shouto.

It’s not a slow dance, though they’ve had plenty of those tonight. Still, they crowd into each others space and Izuku closes his eyes when the music fades out and gets softer until it’s practically a waltz with a thrumming beat. Shouto’s arms wrap around his shoulders and Izuku swallows. His own hands settle on Shouto’s hips and he looks up, staring at turquoise and gray eyes that twinkle in the light. There’s a dusting of glitter over both of them just from being in the room, but it highlights Shouto’s cheeks.

They sway for a while, Izuku’s heart pounding in his chest.

Is it inappropriate to kiss someone on a first date?

“I’m having a lot of fun.” Shouto admits. “You’re wonderful.” Izuku opens his mouth to say ‘Oh same,’ but nearly jumps out of his skin when a hand taps his arm. He turns and laughs when he sees Kirishima and Kacchan grinning at them.

“Hey, can I steal a dance?” Kirishima asks as he holds his hand out to Shouto. Izuku laughs and easily transfers Shouto into Kirishima’s arms. They spin and the slow dance turns into a silly spin around the floor where both of them are laughing. Izuku watches them and sighs. Shouto’s so pretty when he smiles.

“Did you want to dance too?” Kacchan mutters. Izuku looks over at him and hesitates, then shakes his head no.

“I’m alright.” And he is. He doesn’t want to dance with Kaachan, so he doesn’t mind stepping off to the side with him while they watch their dates fumble through awkward steps. Izuku laughs when Tokoyami walks up and easily cuts in between them with the help of Dark Shadow. Now it’s Kirishima dancing with Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow dancing with Shouto. Who has thrown his head back in a laugh.

It’s wonderful, and Izuku loves watching them fumble around the dance floor. It gets even more silly when Hagakure and Sato show up. Though Aoyama is still nowhere to be seen, Sato doesn’t look worried.

Hagakure spins Shouto across the floor, and he in turn dips her. Her high heel lifts into the air and the little rhinestone buckles glitter. Her laughter is sweet and carries over to them. Shoji joins Izuku and Kacchan and they watch the group pass each other around for a few more dances before Kacchan pushes off the wall.

“Can I dance with your boyfriend?” He asks Izuku point blank.

Izuku lets out a shrill squeak. “He’s not my boyfriend!” He covers his face, skin too hot to even bother denying he’s blushing.

“You sure?” Shoji asks, sounding genuinely surprised. “I could have sworn you two were together.”

Izuku squeaks at him instead of responding properly.

“I’m going to go dance with him.” Kacchan states before moving over to the floor. Izuku watches at first from behind his fingers as a new song starts, slow and one of the ones to wind down.

Kacchan offers his hand formally to Shouto, who breaks away from Sato and bows to Kacchan, then takes his hand. They dance fluidly, like they’ve been doing this their entire lives. It’s elegant and graceful to a degree that takes Izuku’s breath away. By the time they finish, he’s not the only one that’s started staring. They bow to one another one more time, then Shouto breaks away from his group of friends and hurries over to Izuku to take both his hands.

“Hello my friends boyfriend.” Shouto states as he nods at Shoji.

“Hello my girlfriends stoic friend.” Shoji states back in a mocking tone. Izuku can’t help but laugh as Shouto pulls him onto the dance floor for one last dance. They spin around together for a while before going back to the table.

Everyone is packing up and Tsuyu has Ochako’s heels hanging from her belt as Tenya gives her a piggyback ride.

“My feet are swollen.” Ochako whines. Izuku can’t help but reach out and pat her arm.

Tenya tuts. “I’ll get you back to the dorms and rub them for you.” He’s blushing as he walks with precious cargo.

“You’re so sweet.” Ochako hums, eyes shutting as she relaxes against Tenya’s back. Tsuyu giggles at her and reaches up, holding one of Ochako’s free hands as they form a little trio and head to the dorm.

Shouto and Izuku follow soon after with Momo and Kyoka. The dance isn’t officially over, but they’re all tired and not worried about the rest of their friends at this point. There are enough adults around to keep them safe, and it’s been an adventure of a night. They talk quietly as Momo pulls off her heels and Kyoka takes them from her without being asked.

“I needed that, the whole atmosphere was perfect.” Momo decides, head thrown back as she breaths in the night air. “My feet didn’t, but I did. You’re a wonderful dancer.” Kyoka just blushes and steps closer to her, holding her hand and looking away.

Izuku laughs and gives them some privacy. He can see a few of the adults walking back and forth along the sidewalk, waving to the kids around them. He reaches out, taking Shouto’s hand as they linger at the back of their friend group. As far as first dates go, Izuku is never going to forget this one.

When they get back to the dorm, Tenya lets Ochako down and she kisses his cheek, promising to be back.

“Pajama party.” She states. “Lets get out of this formal junk and make a pillow fort.”

“Hell yeah.” Tsuyu grins and kicks off her sensible flats before ribbiting, then she’s taking Ochako’s hand again. They’re joined by Momo and Kyoka as they all run, giggling, to the girls dorms.

“That actually sounds amazing.” Izuku admits as he tugs at his collar. “See you guys in a few minutes?”

Tenya nods and walks ahead, but Shouto stops him for a moment with a hand on his wrist. Izuku pauses, looking confused for a second before Shouto bends down and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“See you in a few minutes.” Then he runs to the stairwell.

Izuku lets out all the air in his lungs and stumbles to the elevator door still held open by Tenya.

Definitely not going to forget this.

Chapter Text

Somehow, in some fucked up way, Neito ends up liking Yuga Aoyama’s presence. Maybe it’s just a tolerance because they’re both hurting and can see it in each others eyes, but it’s not grating to be around him. So… yeah. That’s as good as Neito thinks he’s going to get right now.

For a while, Aoyama doesn’t say anything as he slowly works the tape off Neito’s face with liberal scrubbing with the alcohol pad. They stand together after Neito pulls out his wallet and small touch up kit he’s been carrying around. His foundation is ruined once the tape comes off, so that has to be redone or his current rosacea will ruin tonight. Aoyama seems content to stand to the side and examine his inflamed skin. His hands are soft when he turns Neito’s chin.

“Your color corrector is garbage.” Aoyama remarks when he picks the tube up and compares it to Neito’s skin tone.

“I know,” Neito tries not to roll his eyes, “but it’s the only one that fits in my kit and covers my flareups. Not all of us can afford high end product.” He sighs and tries to balance out the blotchy redness that’s only been made worse by the tape. It doesn’t work, so he wipes it off. Beside him, Aoyama hums.

“Let me see.” He holds out a well manicured hand and Neito rolls his eyes before handing the kit over. The fingers on his chin leave and Neito pulls out a makeup wipe. He can’t go over this with how red he’s getting, he’ll have to redo it entirely.

Fuck, and it had looked so good when he’d left the dorms.

He scrubs over his cheeks and chin and then works around his eyes and forehead. Aoyama’s doing something beside him, fiddling here and there, and when Neito starts rinsing off his face he can see the flash of a half cape fluttering as Aoyama moves.

Standing up, he takes the scratchy excuse for paper towels they have in the bathroom and dabs at his cheeks. Once dry, he isn’t surprised when Aoyama turns him with a well painted finger and begins rubbing moisturizer on his cheeks. He should swat Aoyama’s hand away, but…

He’s soft and deceptively gentle. Normally people knowing what he looks like under his foundation makes him feel like he’s breaking out in hives, but… Aoyama doesn’t seem to judge him. Which is currently blowing Neito’s mind because he knows for a fact that Aoyama’s best friend is Mina Ashido and that the two of them are the cattiest bitches known to breathe.

“Are you sure you should put anything over this?” Aoyama asks, gentle and curious. “Maybe it would be better to wait for a while?” Neito wants to scoff and tell Aoyama how stupid that is, but instead he looks at his cheeks and around his mouth before sighing. Aoyama brigs up a very valid point. “Besides, if I go back out there right now, I’ll probably end up crying. My eyeliner took too long to be ruined in a single second.”

That makes him laugh. “Why would you cry?” Neito can’t help the scoff that comes out. “You seemed perfectly content at your table.” He wipes up the wet mess on the counter until it’s dry, then hops up and stretches his arms over his head.

Aoyama doesn’t miss a beat. “The guy I have a crush on is dating your best friend.” He says it plainly, like it isn’t ammo.

For some reason… Neito doesn’t want to take the low hanging fruit. He could, it’s right there… but is it worth it?

“You have a crush on Ojiro?” Comes out of his mouth like a sneer anyway. Old habits. They taste bitter.

“And you have a crush on Kendo.” There isn’t any heat in Aoyama’s voice, in fact it’s quiet recognition. All the bitterness seems to blow away and Neito sighs, it sounds as over dramatic as he feels.

“We’re both fucked, aren’t we?” He wonders, staring up at the ceiling and it’s absurd decorations. Not even the bathrooms are safe from this nightmare.

“Absolutely.” Aoyama says it with a laugh though. “If I could turn off my feelings, they’d be gone. No more crush on my best friend, just… no crushes at all.” Neito looks down and offers Aoyama an attempt at a smile.

The other teen looks like he’s fighting to keep that happiness genuine and it’s… surprisingly painful to see. Neito doesn’t know Aoyama well, but he does know that he’s always smiling.

“Oh,” Aoyama twirls a lock of his hair, “but they’re so much fun when they’re good.” He sighs, wistful and sweet. “If I could live in that feeling, just float there for the rest of my life and never come up...” he trails off and lets go of a sad sigh.

Neito doesn’t know what possesses him, but he reaches out and takes Aoyama’s hand. They both stare a their joined palms and blink in surprise. It feels…

Aoyama moves first, joining their fingers before hoisting himself up next to Neito on the counter. They don’t say anything, just sit close while Neito hums and pulls out his phone. He pulls up his social media feed and lets Aoyama lean against his shoulder. They both read through the rolling news, pausing when one or the other will squeeze their fingers.

People walked in and out of the bathroom, several pausing to give them confused looks and to use the sinks at the far end of the counter when both Neito and Aoyama start berating them if they try to leave without washing their hands. At one point, Aoyama rests his head on Neito’s shoulder and twirls another lock of his hair.

“Your feed is trash.”

“And yet,” Neito can’t help his smile, “you’re the one who keeps making me tap through more and more threads.”

“Just because it’s trash doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it,” Aoyama counters. Neito hums in acknowledgment, then startles when the door jerks open hard. Sato steps in and looks like he’s about to bust through a wall with his chest alone.

“Oh! Rikido!” Aoyama perks up.

Neito expects him to release his hand, to jump off the counter and run to his friend and pretend as if none of this ever happened. That this strange… quiet moment between them was never actually anything other than a fleeting glimpse at... something.

But Aoyama doesn’t move away, doesn’t even let go of Neito’s hand or stop leaning against his shoulder.

“There you are, we were worried.” Sato walks over, a gentle smile on his face as he reaches out to pat Aoyama’s shoulder. “You two alright in here? Need anything, drinks, snacks?”

Aoyama laughs and shakes his head, shifting so he’s pressed closer to Neito. “I’m fine, honestly the food here doesn’t look that appetizing.”

“Probably because it’s all appetizers.” Neito mutters. Aoyama snorts and his laughter rumbles against Neito’s side.

“You two, I swear.” Sato shakes his head and reaches over to pat Neito’s knee. It’s strange and foreign, but something about it reminds Neito of the soft quiet he’s already found with Aoyama. The soft quiet that he finds with his friends in 1-B, the quiet he used to have with Kendo. “Why are you lingering in the bathroom anyway? It’s a dance, you two should be out there twirling across the floor like the graceful swans you are, not locked away where people can’t see you.”

More bright laughter from Aoyama. “I do owe you a dance.”

“That you do.” Sato says it with a grin. “But it doesn’t have to be tonight, I feel like you two might want to just head back to the dorms, you look so done.” Something about the way he says that sends a churning inside Neito’s guts. “Wait about… three, four minutes before coming out of the bathroom, yeah?”

“What’s going on?” Aoyama cuts right to the chase, hand squeezing in Neito’s before he finally lets go.

The emptiness against his palm feels jarring.

Sato has on a sad, knowing smile. “Trust me like you always do.” There isn’t room for any kind of argument. “Monoma, did you want to hang out at our dorm tonight? I know our teachers won’t mind, and plenty of the girls are already having a sleepover. We can set up hammocks in the garden or something.”

“Sleeping under the stars? How romantic.” Aoyama slides off the counter and touches the back of his wrist to his forehead. “I see you’re taking Mina’s words to heart?” Neito wasn’t sure what that means, but it makes Sato laugh.

“No, I just know that Ojiro and Kendo are going to the 1-B dorms tonight to watch bad movies.” Well fuck, there’s no way he can go back there now. “Some girls will have the study room, and I overheard the Deku squad talking about the sleepover, but there will still be plenty of places to sleep.” He turns to Neito and smiles. “You in? I’ll make mochi, do you like mochi?”

A lump forms in Neito’s throat.

Class 1-A hates him, and it’s mostly his own fault and the fact he can’t cut his own bullshit out long enough to stop being a competitive asshole. But... they’re also excepting, or… Aoyama and Sato seem to be. Maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe…

“He’ll join us.” Aoyama says it with a shrug. “We’ll stick around for a dance or two more, then head back and set up space in one of the empty rooms. Text me when you get back.”

“Do I get any say in this?” Neito asks as Sato nods and turns to walk away.

“Of course not.” Aoyama scoffs and then reaches out for Neito’s hand again. “You’re stuck with me tonight, bleeding hearts club or what have you.” He shrugs and pulls Neito off the counter. “We can do face masks and eat cheesecake for all I care. I just don’t want to spend tonight alone being sad over someone who doesn’t even know I like him.”

Neito sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes Aoyama’s hand tightly. He doesn’t think, just acts as he brings their joined hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to the back of Aoyama’s knuckles.

“I guess I can spend the rest of the night with you, even if you are 1-A and therefor inferior.” He can’t stop his smile when Aoyama scoffs at him and shoves him in the shoulder. He’s smiling though, so… it’s good. “Let me put concealer on and then dance with me.”

“Okay, I’d like that.” Aoyama smiles and Neito feels something in this new, absurd dynamic between them shift. He’s never… there’s just something about Aoyama. He wants to know more.

Chapter Text

Inko has known Mitsuki since Primary school. The moment they met, the two of them knew they’d be friends forever. They’d decided to raise their kids together, to have a big double wedding with matching Princess gowns, and to always live close enough to be there for each other. Each of them planned their life around one another as they grew, but… things… hadn’t worked out that way.

To start with, they had separate weddings since they met their husbands at different times in their lives. They lived close to one another at first, Mitsuki in a cramped two bedroom apartment across the hall with Masaru, and Inko in her two bedroom with her husbands paychecks keeping her comfortable while he was constantly away for work. They spent a lot of time together, and when Hisashi could be home he would go out of his way to make sure his wife’s best friend and her husband wanted for nothing.

And then Mitsuki had gotten pregnant the first time. Inko had been delighted. They’d planned on how she’d be called Auntie, how they’d turn their office into a nursery, how Inko would babysit every weekend.

But then… that hadn’t stuck. Nor had the second, nor the third. Mitsuki had been so withdrawn that Inko had been genuinely worried for her. She spent her days going over to that tiny apartment to cheer her best friend on, and although it took a year, Mitsuki had eventually bounced back like nothing had happened.

So when Mitsuki got pregnant with Katsuki, Inko was the only one she told for three months out of fear. When she decided to tell Masaru, Inko was there. She’d hyped Mitsuki up, and then she’d stood to walk her into the bedroom and been hit with a wave of nausea so bad that she’d fainted.

And that was how they found out that Inko and Mitsuki were both pregnant.

They raised their kids together up until the boys were four and Katsuki’s quirk manifested. That’s when things got… complicated. They still had their kids interact but it was obvious something had twisted in Katsuki’s sense of self. Then Masaru had gotten a better job and bought Mitsuki a house as a surprise. They weren’t far away, and Inko could still visit whenever she wanted, but life threw several more curve balls at her that made seeing Mitsuki harder and harder.

Izuku being quirkless was one of them, and then her husband having to go to America for work on and off over the years. Things piled up one after the other, and before Inko knew it, Izuku was ready to go to high school and she had gotten a stay at home job.

Izuku was going to apply to U.A. A school for Heroes, his dream come true. And he’d be applying with a quirk?

A quirk!

Her baby boy was going to be the best hero out there! She sort of understands why his quirk had hidden itself when it stored up that much power, but knowing that it hurts him to use makes her wish it would have been dragged out sooner so he could have had a better handle on it.

“Inko.” Mitsuki practically kicks the door in one day. “My son is a fucking idiot and I’m going to throw him out a window. Unless you call dibs, I’ll give you dibs, you won’t believe what our dumb spawn just did.” She’s still got her phone clutched in her hand. She ran three blocks to get here, she could have driven.

Inko had laughed back then, thinking it was a joke, but then she’d looked at Mitsuki’s face and her sweaty, heaving shoulders. Her own phone rang on the table and the world changed once again. Her son had broken himself in an effort to save Katsuki.

And later on she’d learn he’d gotten him back despite the tension that flowed between them like molten lava.

She and Mitsuki are working together to get not only Katsuki the help he needs, but Izuku.

For a while things seem to calm down, but then, out of the blue, as is the way with Mitsuki, she brings over a boy with two toned hair who hides behind Katsuki despite being taller. Inko recognizes him from the Sports Festival and the pictures her son has shown her, but seeing him like this is…

Izuku runs to him and the three boys crowd into the living room to play a board game while Mitsuki whisks Inko out of earshot and into the kitchen.

‘Inko, we’re stealing him. We’re writing to his mother, and we’re stealing him.’

Now the two of them are standing in a hospital hallway outside a door that says ‘Todoroki, Rei’ in block letters off to the side. It looks like the ‘Todoroki’ part has been chipped off and set on fire more than once.

Mitsuki tugs at her own hair, looking to Inko for comfort, so Inko smiles and reaches out to squeeze her best friends hand. Despite having been in contact with Rei for months, they’ve never met her in person. Each of them know her fluid handwriting and sticker sealed letters, her preference for cold foods rather than hot, her allergy to marigolds, but that’s it.

“It’s fine.” Inko whispers. “We were invited, she knows we’re here.” Inko reaches forward and knocks gently. There’s a surprised voice before someone shuffles to the door.

Shouto opens it and his neutral face brightens into a beam of pure joy at the sight of them. “Momma-ki!” He practically throws himself into Mitsuki’s arms. She laughs and swoops him off his feet, spinning him around and squeezing so hard that Inko can hear his back pop. He probably needs that now that Inko thinks about it. All that posture training has to leave him tired.

She looks around Mitsuki and sees a tall woman with long, glittering white hair with a hand to her chest. There’s a slightly confused smile on her face, like she isn’t sure if this is real or not. Inko waves, and that’s when Rei puts two and two together. Her face changes from confused to delighted, and she hurries forward and proceeds to lift Inko off her feet in a hug. Strength runs in the family apparently, and not just on Enji’s side. Rei is lithe but she’s got power in her arms, and she hoists Inko up like it’s nothing. No wonder Shouto’s comfortable with Mitsuki’s hugs.

“You must be Inko.” Rei’s voice is breathy, like she doesn’t use it enough. “Oh, you send me the sweetest things! You’re... Izuku’s mother, right?” She wracks her brain for the name, Inko can see it on her face before she smiles. “Shouto has told me so much about him, and you, come in. Both of you.” She waves both Inko and Mitsuki into her hospital room and sits at her table with a bright smile.

Inko feels heat flood her veins.

This room is too small. There’s not enough life in it, and all the life she can see is new and clumsily put around as if Rei isn’t used to this. Inko keeps her feelings close, smiling as she takes the seat offered to her after Shouto separates from Mitsuki. He pulls up a stool and sits near Rei, and it’s rather comical because it makes him look cramped and short. Rei runs one hand through her sons hair and smiles. He finches at first, but slowly relaxes against her side.

Inko’s chest aches.

“You’re both still sure you want to spend the afternoon here?” Rei asks, already making two plates of cookies with one hand.

“What, we can’t form a mom squad?” Mitsuki teases and she sits with all the grace modeling school taught her. “Of course we want to stay.”

At first Rei looks confused, but then Shouto laughs and she relaxes. She’s taking cues from her son, who barely knows the cues to begin with.

Oh… she’s been cut off from so much.

“Do you have a kitchenette?” Inko lifts up the bag she’d brought with her. It’s full of ingredients and gifts she fully plans on showering Rei with. “I feel like making tea so you and Mitsuki can embarrass Shouto in peace for a while before supper.”

Rei smiles, but it’s sad. “Ah, no. The kitchen is down the hall though, you’ll have to talk to the nurses for the door pass. I… can’t use it without supervision.” Her hands move to the table top and clench once, but then relax.

It’s been ten years since she’s been in this hospital, and Rei acts like she’s made no progress since the day she’d been shuffled in here. Shouto had told Inko that she’s made leaps and bounds, but to not use a kitchen without supervision after ten years?

Inko’s going to commit a serious crime against Enji Todoroki, or hell, Rei’s doctors.

If Mitsuki doesn’t beat her to it.

Chapter Text

“This is, quite possibly, the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done.” Eijiro admits, his face flushing red as Shouto sits in front of him on the couch. Their knees are brushing and their hands are clasped together, but they’re both determined.

“I find that very hard to believe,” Shouto counters with a small smile, “you’re dating Katsuki after all.”

From behind Eijiro, Katsuki grunts and flips a page in his book. “Excuse you, who’s letting you practice kissing with his boyfriend? I could very easily say no.”

“I still say you could have helped me instead.” Shouto counters.

Katsuki responds with a disgusted noise. “You introduced me to your mother as ‘My angry brother’ not even two days ago, no fucking way in hell am I kissing you. Your options are limited. Toru’s not comfortable with it, Rikido doesn’t do kissing, and Fumi’s partners aren’t cool with it. You’re options are Eiji, or oh, right, Eiji.”

“He has a good point, it would be hella weird.” Eijiro says around muffled laughter.

“Quiet you, you’re supposed to take my side. You’re my emotional support teddy bear.” Shouto mumbles, thinking of one of the many jokes Kaminari had shared with him over the break.

“Yeah, but I’m his boyfriend.” Eijiro counters.

Shouto smiles before closing his eyes. “You’re right… I should be doing this with Izuku.”

“Yup.” Katsuki states. “But you had to go and talk to Izuku about wanting to have ‘experience’ when you kissed him for the first time. Now all of us have to suffer.”

“You’re being a whiny baby again. But seriously, I still can’t believe he’s been kissed before!” That comes from across the room. Toru’s in a frilly pink apron as she rolls biscuits at the counter.

Katsuki groans.  This is a long standing argument between them both. “It doesn’t count. We were three!”

Shouto laughs and shakes his head, turning all his focus on Eijiro. “Anyway, I’m ready.” He watches the other teen nod and then surges forward to plant their lips together. It’s short and they pull apart quickly, Shouto mostly startled that he took the initiative.

When they blink at one another, Eijiro laughs. “Oh my god.” One of his hands cradles the back of Shouto’s neck. “It’s like kissing a wall.”

“That’s the entire reason I’m asking you to help me.” Shouto reminds him, trying not to cross his arms.

“Yeah yeah,” Eijiro smiles and leans in to brush their noses together. Despite himself, Shouto relaxes. “Okay, first thing you need to do is stop coming at kissing like it’s a competition. There isn’t a winner.”

“Tell that to my-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eijiro tosses it over his shoulder with a smirk. He looks back to Shouto and laughs. “Okay, lean in, eyes closed. Purse your lips, no that’s way too much.” He laughs again.

Shouto huffs and opens his eyes. “I’m hopeless.”

“You’re not, chill out.” Eijiro is still laughing. “Look, close your eyes, don’t react. Let me kiss you and we’ll go from there.”

“Hey, no tongue.” Katsuki reminds them.

“Katsuki I will fucking kick you off this couch.” Eijiro snarks. Shouto laughs and reaches up to squeeze Eijiro’s free hand. When his friend turns back to him he smiles, then closes his eyes and waits.

The kiss surprises him at first, but Eijiro’s lips are soft and press gently against his own before slowly pulling back around his bottom lip. Shouto gasps through his nose when Eijiro leans back in. When he pulls back a second time, Shouto can’t help but chase him for that soft pressure. A low noise escapes him when Eijiro presses in again, then pulls back suddenly. Shouto’s surprised when pointed teeth nip very gently at his bottom lip.

His eyes snap open. He knows he’s blushing, knows his hands are trembling in Eijiro’s grip, but fuck.

Holy fuck?

He leans around Eijiro and looks directly at Katsuki. “Does he kiss you like that all the time?” His voice wavers, squeaking at the end.

“Oh my god, Eiji, what did you do?” Toru asks through her laughter. “Did you break him?”

“I told you he was a good kisser.” Katsuki mutters, flushing red. He doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading. “Just… listen to his directions, he’s good at this shit.”

“Guys.” Eijiro lets Shouto go to cover his face. “Stop, I’m sitting right here.”

Shouto rubs at his cheek and sits back. “No wonder Katsuki’s always leaving love bites on you.”

“Stop.” Eijiro’s voice squeaks as he whines, and Katsuki barks out a laugh. “Don’t make me regret teaching you how to kiss! I could just tell Izuku to teach you himself!”

“He’s probably just as bad.” Katsuki says, turning another page.

“Don’t discourage him!” Toru shouts, then her voice softens to normal. “Maybe you two should go upstairs, away from us hecklers?” Shouto makes a distressed sound. “I’m just saying, when Rikido and Fumi get back, it could get awkward.”

She has a very good point, but Shouto is scared. If they go upstairs, or even just into a room with a door, it’s going to feel too… intimate? At least with the hecklers it’s keeping him conscious of what he’s doing. He’s always scared he’ll push too far, go too deep. He’s scared that he’ll ruin what he has with Eijiro or Izuku and he can’t lose that.

“It’s a good thing Izuku is such a good boyfriend.” Eijiro says with a gentle sigh. “Otherwise this would be really weird.”

“It’s already pretty fucking weird.” Katsuki argues. “But honestly, if anyone was going to teach you how to kiss, I’m glad it’s Rock Candy.”

Eijiro turns and beams at the pet name, leaning back so he’s crowding over the pages of the book. “Aww, you’re cute. I love you.” He says it with a teasing tone, but anyone within a mile can tell he’s serious.

“Shut up.” Katsuki’s redder than Eijiro’s hair as he pushes him away and jumps to his feet. “Get back to teaching, I-I have to-” He’s saved from his floundering by Toru.

“Katsuki.” She draws his name out with a whine. “Come over here and help me with the yakitori already.”

–--

Kissing Eijiro and kissing Izuku are two entirely different worlds. To start with, kissing Eijiro is sweet and soft, but it soon turns into something clinical. The magic wears off quickly and soon enough it’s just… kissing to learn, not kissing for pleasure. They can talk seriously about the way to move his lips together, when to lean in, when to pull away. It’s a back and forth with a friend he’s undeniably comfortable with.

Kissing Izuku pours heat down his right side in a way that’s never happened before. It’s slow and wet and Izuku kisses back tenderly, as if he’s scared Shouto will pull away. Maybe the kissing is better because there’s mutual attraction, maybe it’s the way Izuku makes this soft, pleased noise when Shouto cups his cheeks and presses their chests together. Whatever it is, Shouto can’t get enough of kissing Izuku, and their first touch lasts much longer than either thought it would.

When it happens, they’re outside. There’s a light sprinkle falling down just beyond the safety of the porch, but the sky remains clear. The string lights Mina brought back with her twinkle in the afternoon sunset, and Shouto still thinks it’s funny that they’re shaped like cupcakes. Their purple light leaves a pretty contrast to the orange bathing the wooden porch.

When the kiss parts, Izuku’s eyes flutter open in surprise. “Oh.” His hands grip tight to Shouto’s shirt. “Hello to you too.” He sounds drunk. Or maybe that’s just what Shouto imagines Izuku would sound like if he were to ever get drunk. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Two weeks was torture without you.” It wasn’t, he greatly enjoyed spending his Vacation with his sister. But he did miss Izuku, and it’s humor he’s comfortable with.

“Uh huh.” Izuku reaches up and tucks strands of hair behind Shouto’s ear. “Are you going to kiss me like that every time we see each other, or was that special?”

Shouto laughs. “If I say both?”

Izuku’s face flushes an even deeper shade than it had been before. “Then remind me to thank Eijiro later.” His laughter is both sweet and embarrassed. “I missed you too. Mom says hi.” Shouto grins and leans in for a shorter kiss, then wraps his arms around Izuku’s chest and buries his face against his shoulder. He can feel Izuku’s fingers brushing through his hair.

“We should get inside, not everyone has come home yet.” Shouto mutters.

“Who’s left?” Izuku asks, still playing with Shouto’s hair.

“Koda, Mineta, Sero, and Aoyama aren’t in the building. But Aoyama’s on campus, just over at 2-B. He’ll probably be back before curfew.” Shutting his eyes, Shouto leans into Izuku’s fingers and hums. “That feels nice.”

Izuku laughs, leaning up to kiss Shouto’s cheek. “Should we go over to 1-B and drag Yuga back?” Shouto shakes his head no, lifting his head an inch or two off Izuku’s shoulder so he’s resting against his fingers.

“Fumi can get him if we really need him. I heard he’s spending time with Monoma.” His eyes open in surprise when Izuku’s entire body tenses and his hand stills in Shouto’s hair. “What? What did I do?”

“Huh? Oh, no! You didn’t do anything wrong.” Izuku smiles gently, nose brushing against Shouto’s before he pulls his hands away and takes a step back. “I’m just worried about Yuga. He’s been spending a lot of time around Monoma… I don’t want Monoma’s personality rubbing off on him.”

Shouto frowns. “I... don’t see that happening.” He contemplates stepping back into Izuku’s space, but instead nods toward the front door. Izuku nods back and they walk the few steps to the threshold. “I may not know Aoyama as well as you do, but he’s one of Rikido’s closest friends. And I know Rikido. If he thought that Monoma was going to be bad for Aoyama in any way, he’d speak up and talk it through with him.” He opens the front door and steps to the side to let Izuku in first.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Once they’re both inside, the lights change from reds and purples to a soft blue and white. The dimmer is set low and curtains are blocking out the thickest light. Tsuyu had come back with a migraine and Momo and Iida had walked around the entire front of the building putting up curtains and checking on their friend as she napped fitfully on the couch. None of them wanted to lock themselves up in their rooms just yet.

They wanted to see each other before bed, their whole dysfunctional family together for their second year. Shouto and Izuku go to one of the recliners and Izuku sits down first, Shouto squeezing in next to him and almost on top of one of his thighs. From the kitchen, they can smell various dishes that Katsuki is teaching Kaminari, Jiro, and Ojio to make. The rest of their class are spread throughout the living room, and Shouto smiles.

He may have spent two weeks with his sister, but now he’s home with his family. His head rests against Izuku’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut. It feels good to be home.

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If one more person asks if she and Uraraka are dating, Tsuyu is going to throw them on top of a roof and leave them there. She’s made it very clear numerous times that she’s not interested in dating. She wouldn’t label herself aromantic, she’s dated before and enjoyed it. Who knows, maybe she’ll date again in the future, but right now she just… doesn’t want to. She and Uraraka are friends. Really... close ones.

“You’re partners.” Sato tells her when they wait out a barrage of hail together on the training grounds. Tsuyu presses closer to Sato’s chest to keep warm.

“She’s dating Tenya.” She ribbits and rubs at her throat. It’s too cold.

“Yes, and they’re a very cute couple. You’re still partners, even he accepts that.” Sato shifts the metal plate over the two of them and lets out a steady breath. “Do you remember the lesson we had on queer platonic couples? That’s you two, at least I think so. You always seem closer than friends to me.”

Tsuyu blinks and opens her mouth, then pauses and laughs. “Oh... wow. We are partners.” She looks behind them and sees smoke in the distance. “I think Todoroki is coming this way, that or Bakugo.”

Sato grunts. “Well if he is, I hope he hurries up. I’m running low on sugar packets.” Tsuyu ribbits again and pulls out two from her utility belt.

“I have a few extra.” She quickly rips one open, then swaps one hand with Sato’s as he takes it and pours the sugar directly into his mouth. It dissolves quickly and she can feel his muscles tense and his body heat surge.

“Why are you carrying sugar packets on you? You should use that space for extra first aid.” It isn’t scolding, but it’s as close as Tsuyu has heard Sato get.

“We all carry sugar on us.” Because they do. “And burn cream, the kind that Todoroki uses.” The others smell bad and give him headaches. “Also nausea pills, peppermint oil, earplugs. We’ve been making kits for weeks, you’ll get yours soon. We ran out of the cinnamon sticks for Koda though, for when he gets overwhelmed.” She shrugs and then wraps both her arms around her chest as Sato takes the metal sheet back. A shiver has worked its way into her body. “Yaomomo is working on creating smaller heating packs for me, for when it gets cold like this.”

Sato sucks in a breath and smiles. He looks like he’s ready to cry. A happy cry. “Something for everyone in class then?”

“No, we can’t carry around Recovery Girl for Izuku’s bones.” She smiles when Rikido throws his head back and lets out that familiar barrel chested laugh.

– – –

“Uraraka.” Tsuyu catches her after training, already turning Uraraka around to help her unzip her suit. They move together so fluidly by now. “Can we talk?”

“Of course we can.” Uraraka sounds tired, but eager. “I’ll always make time for you.” Tsuyu can’t help but smile as she eases the zipper down and then pats her friends shoulder. Her sports bra has little birds on it and matches the tank top underneath. It’s cute.

Tsuyu breaths in and turns when Uraraka motions for spin around as well. “Sato brought up that we’re partners. Platonic ones I mean, like Black Out told us about.” Her own zipper coming undone washes cool air across her back and makes her sigh. “Are you comfortable with that? I don’t want to make you or Tenya uncomfortable.”

“What? You don’t make us uncomfortable!” Both take a few steps away and start changing out of their suits and into their leisure wear. Today wasn’t an actual class, and school doesn’t officially start until the upcoming Monday. “Tenya and I love having you around, you’re sort of a fixture in our lives.” There’s a clatter of buckles. “I mean, yeah, me and him are dating, but you’re…” Uraraka pauses. “You’re like my best friend, but even more than that. When I’m around you I’m at ease, and Tenya doesn’t even question it. You’ve seen him go out of his way to include you in things we do. He knows how much you mean to me.”

Tsuyu can’t help but blush as she pulls on her clean shirt. “I’ve noticed. It’s kind of cute.”

“He’s totally cute.” Uraraka agrees before sitting on the bench. She always rushes through getting her clothes on, then takes her sweet time with her shoes. “So are you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tsuyu looks over and feels the warmth from Uraraka’s smile. “Wanna try talking Sato into making us fried ice cream tonight?” Just like that, the conversation is settled. That’s just how they are, and it’s so comfortable.

Tsuyu nods, a croak escaping her throat. When she was younger that sound used to embarrass her, but Uraraka accepts it like it’s nothing. They finish dressing and walk out of the locker room arm in arm as Tsuyu breaths in the spring air.

Things have already kicked off and it’s only Wednesday, but not everyone has come back yet so it’s light training. They’re still missing Koda and Mineta after all, but Koda had sent a message into the group chat saying he was on his way tonight.

No one has heard from Mineta, not even Kaminari. She hates to admit that she’s worried about him. Not because she likes him as a person, but because he is a person. He’s part of the Hero course, part of Class 2-A. If they don’t hear from him by tomorrow, the school is obligated to call and check in. If they haven’t already.

“I’m thinking blueberry for mine.” Uraraka decides. Tsuyu brushes her earlier thoughts away and smiles.

“Green tea for me.”

Chapter Text

TWINKiling: Did you change my name in our private chat?

Neato: no?

TWINKiling: Are you lying to me?

Neato: 100%

TWINKiling: When did you even have time to do that? I never left my phone alone.

Neato: you went to the bathroom and left it on the desk

Neato: your password wasnt hard to figure out

Neato: youre kind of predictable

TWINKiling: Asshole.

Neato: twink

– – –

TWINKiling: Neito, I can’t sleep. I’m suffering. Pay attention to me.

Neato: its not even 9 yet

TWINKiling: Call me and read me a story.

Neato: no

TWINKiling: Why not? Your voice is the perfect kind of droning that I need to knock me out.

Neato: WHY are we friends?

TWINKiling: We’re friends?

Neato: unfortunately

– – –

TWINKiling: I still can’t sleep.

Neato: 2am txt bck l8r

TWINKiling: No, suffer with me. I need entertainment.

Neato: i will block your number

TWINKiling: No you won’t, you like me too much. Besides, it’s Friday.

Neato: if i dont get enough sleep i will riot

TWINKiling: You?! Have you seen me when I can’t sleep?

Neato: i dont want to

Neato: take some melatonin or something idk

Neato: dont text me after 10 though

TWINKiling: I’m sorry. I should have thought before texting you.

Neato: UGH

Neato: fuck you let me put on some pants and ill call

TWINKiling: <3

– – –

Neato: omw

Neato: on the train now

Neato: smells like a public restroom

TWINKiling: That means you’re ten minutes out!

Neato: i cant believe you talked me into this

TWINKiling: You’re excited to see me, admit it.

Neato: absolutely not

TWINKiling: I’m excited to see you!

Neato: im putting my phone away

– – –

TWINKiling: Are you at the station yet?

Neato: no i stopped at a park to be sad

Neato: im sitting on a swingset right now

Neato: this is so dumb i shouldnt be sad

TWINKiling: Come back to my house.

Neato: i cant i have to go home

TWINKiling: Come back and stay the night anyway. My parents will call yours and ask. Just

TWINKiling: Come back.

Neato: give me 3 minutes

– – –

TWINKiling: I miss you.

Neato: ive been gone twenty minutes

Neato: im not even inside my house yet

TWINKiling: You left your jacket on my bed.

Neato: yeah because you kept stealing it all weekend

Neato: i figured if i left it with you youd stop taking it

Neato: besides i found YOUR jacket in my backpack

TWINKiling: You needed something that actually looks good on you.

Neato: its violet

TWINKiling: It’s stylish.

Neato: pretty sure its slim fit too

TWINKiling: It is.

Neato: aoyama why did you really leave your jacket in my backpack?

TWINKiling: I told you to call me Yuga.

Neato: jacket

TWINKiling: So you have an excuse to come back.

Neato: i would have come back without the jacket

TWINKiling: I don’t think you would have.

Neato: i would

Neato: believe it or not i spent the entire weekend at your house and didnt leave at any point

Neato: i like spending time with you

Neato: strange as that is

TWINKiling: My parents like you.

Neato: it was hard to tell when they only spoke french the entire time i was there

TWINKiling: They were teasing you, that meant they liked you. They want to know if you want to go to dinner tomorrow, you and your parents.

Neato: not sure if we could afford that with how rich your blood is

TWINKiling: My parents are paying, they wouldn’t have it any other way. Let me know what yours say?

– – –

Neato: they said yes

TWINKiling: Wear my jacket.

– – –

TWINKiling: WHY did your mother keep telling me I was too pretty for my own good throughout the entire dinner?

TWINKiling: I’m not too pretty.

TWINKiling: I’m the appropriate amount of pretty!

TWINKiling: The peak amount of pretty that this world can handle!

Neato: you forgot your jacket again

TWINKiling: It smells like you, I wont have it back until you wash it.

– – –

Neato: my mom wants you to come over

TWINKiling: It’s a Wednesday. Is she sure?

Neato: yup

Neato: she wont stop asking me to ask you

TWINKiling: I’ll talk to my parents.

– – –

Neato: yuga

Neato: i know youre on your way home

Neato: but

Neato: i just started crying because i rolled over in bed and you werent there

Neato: wtf is wrong with me

Neato: my bed feels too big and cold and i hate that you gave me my jacket back because it smells like you and i cant look at it without seeing you in it

Neato: fuck what did you do to me

Neato: its been less than a week how fucking dare you do this to me

Neato: text me as soon as you get home you bastard

Neato: i dont want to feel like this

Neato: i miss you so much

Neato: fuck im crying again

– – –

TWINKiling: Call me RIGHT now.

– – –

*Twinkling has entered ‘BITCH AND BASTARD BISTRO’

*Twinkling: I leave you two alone for ONE day and you change the group chat?

MeanAh: you know you cant leave us unsupervised!! =:3

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*Twinkling: I can’t listen to that right now, I’m at someone else’s house. What did he say?

MeanAh: he said hes at his dads cooking dinner but hes reading along and will reply by voice chat because its the easiest way to keep his phone clean =:0

MeanAh: also that youre a butthead for ditching us yesterday during prime gossip hour =:(

*Twinkling: You’re a terrible liar my dear. I know for a fact Rikido calls prime gossip hour two bitches who’re snitches.

MeanAh: =:p

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MeanAh: i will stick my tongue out at whoever i please!!!

*Twinkling: Before we get off on a tangent… can I ask a serious question?

MeanAh: shit

MeanAh: of course baby

MeanAh: are you okay?

*Twinkling: I’m fine.

SugarCrush: li ar

*Twinkling: I think I did something I shouldn’t have. Or maybe I did something too soon. And I’m not sure if there’s a way to fix it. Though… I don’t even WANT to fix it, if I’m honest. I’m happy the way it is. But I also don’t know if it’s a good idea?

MeanAh: did you get a tongue piercing or something????

*Twinkling: You love me, right? And you’ll keep loving me no matter what I do?

MeanAh: yuga youre scaring me sweet heart

MeanAh: whats going on???

MeanAh: you know well love you no matter what!!!

*Twinkling: I’m dating Neito.

MeanAh: who?

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MeanAh: fucks sake

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MeanAh: hold on these will take a bit to listen through

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*Twinkling: I can wait.

MeanAh: MONOMA

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MeanAh has changed the chat topic to ‘RIKIDO OWES ME 6000 YEN’