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"Hey, Kirishima!" Ami, one of the newest members that pledged to the mafia, ran up to the senior member.
"Hey kid, what do you need?" He asked, pulling his holster over his shoulders to hide under his blazer.
"Sorry, Kaminari told me to ask you.." She hesitated, wringing her hands nervously in front of her as her lips pursed in thought. Kirishima paused in his dressing and leaned back onto the edge of the desk to give her his attention. He was glad the new comrades felt he was approachable enough to answer questions but he had a feeling he knew what she was here for.
"Yes?"
"I've seen Bakugo a few times," called it. "He's really amazing! I wanted to know if there anything I could do to impress him?" the blush coating her cheeks and her far away glazed eyes informed him that impressing him was not what she wanted. Rather she wanted to catch him, tie the wild beast and rise in rank with a hot man on her hip. Typical.
"Bakugo, huh?" he scratched the freshly shaven skin of his chin in mock thought. "He's feisty, attracted to displays of strength and ability. Trying to catch his eye with anything flirty or romantic will earn you a new scar." He shrugged as if the threat of bodily harm from the abrasive blonde was completely warranted.
"A new scar?"
"Yeah, blade, gun or fists depends on level of anger I suppose." he pulled up the sleeve of his white shirt to reveal a neat long stripe of old healed wound, pink from reformed skin over muscle. "got this for flirting with Midoriya." he snickered thinking back to high school when the two hadn't become official yet but he was possessive as ever.
"Midoriya?" her head tilted in confusion.
"Haven't been around long have you?"
"Oh no, just a few weeks in the compound. I've been a flyer for a few years to earn my marks though." he nodded. He hadn't gone through the trial of being the messenger and spy like all the new guys had. He'd been around since the beginning after all.
"Go to the second base level where the training room is. You'll find him there." she nodded and turned on her heel to find the training room. "Oh, a word of advice," he called after, "never interrupt the higher ups during a fight."
*****
The training room was massive. It didn't have punching bags or protective gear. no sparing rings and weights to lift. Instead there were a few crowds hovering around sparring matches that looked too bloody to be just spars.
"Kick his ass, Midoriya!" she heard a call across the floor. She could see a group, easily the biggest in the room, covering a large area. She slipped through the masses of bodies, grateful for her pencil thin figure, to watch just as a body flew through the air and slammed into the floor on their back no more than a few feet from her place at the edge. She squeaked in surprise, her eyes jumping up to see the only other person standing in the middle.
A green hair man with muscles flexing under tight tan skin and bright emerald eyes. His gaze was focused on the man, his posture still taught in anticipation for the fight to continue. His fists loose in front of him, pivoted sideways for his stance. He looked relaxed and almost bored, his only tell that he was even involved in the match was the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, glossing over his exposed arms. Jeers and taunts were thrown at the man who began to rise steadily. He looked far worse for wear with several bleeding cuts and scuff marks from what was probably not the only one fall she saw.
He was breathing heavy, broad chest heaving with every breath he took. His face was angry but easy to read the pain he experienced with every staggered foot fall. Midoriya watched him, making no move to charge first. The pacing and stalemate didn't last long before the bulky man leaped forward for a tackle only for his opponent to pivot slightly and crash his elbow into his spine when he went past him. The man dropped and didn't stand back up and loud cheers shook her eardrums. With how much praise he was receiving it was strange to her that no one approached to personally congratulate him. No one offered to help the man from the ground but a few younger members in white shirts that came from beyond the crowd. He stepped away to a stool with a bottle of water and a white towel as the crowd dispersed.
Ami remained, curious at the beast of a man who had the face of a model. Classically handsome features splattered with freckles that were brought out with the slight pink of his cheeks. He looked delicious. He used the towel to wipe his face and the back of his neck before she approached.
"You were really amazing!" She smiled, admiring the subtle flexing of his biceps with the small movements he made, her voice light and flirty. Ami batted her eyes at him in a way that usually had men at her beck and call. He scanned her for a moment from head to toe not saying a word and she blushed slightly from what she assumed was him blatantly checking her out.
"Thanks." He said plainly, opening his bottle and taking several large gulps. Midoriya didn't seem eager to continue the conversation and she briefly panicked when he turned to walk away.
"Midoriya?" she called. He paused and looked back, raising a single thin brow in question.
"Would you teach me to fight?" she asked, it was the perfect opportunity to wiggle close to him.
"No. My fighting style is too offensive for your body type. Try asking Shinso, he focuses on deflection and using the opponent's momentum against them." He pointed to a purple haired man on the far side with deep eye bags. "You're new, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm Ami! It's wonderful to meet you, I hope we run into each other often." She lowered her eyelids and gave a suggestive smirk.
"You don't want to do that."
"Do what?"
"Run into me often."
"Why not?" She pouted, this was not going well.
“I'm a package deal. You want to be around me, that means you deal with Kacchan." He gave a fond smile that sent heat rushing to her cheeks. He waved goodbye over his shoulder before walking away.
Who is Kacchan?
***
It's been several days since she had last caught sight of the greenette and she was trying to causally scour the compound in even the senior areas. Her years as a spy allowed her to avoid suspicion and most prying eyes.
Finally she caught him. He was sitting at a desk outside of an office looking over a mess of papers. His casual clothes of a black t-shirt and simple silver chain were far more attractive than what was fair. It took her a moment to come up with a good story to sell for her presence.
"Hi, Midoriya!" she grinned, bouncing over to his desk and leaning her weight over it on her hands. He looked up from the paper he had been reading to see her and recognition lit his features for a moment.
"Hi, Ami. Did you need something?" He asked leaning back in his chair and running his hand through his hair in a stretch.
"I wanted to know if you had lunch yet." Perfect.
"No, not yet. I'm waiting for Kacchan." There was that name again. When she found out who was stealing all her opportunities with the hunk of hotness she'd kill them.
"Will missing one lunch with her be that bad?" She tried, pouting.
"Yes." he stated simply. It was weird. Although he continued to turn her away his body language remained open and inviting, what a walking contradiction.
"Oi, Deku." she heard a deep gravelly voice say from behind her. She turned to shoot the interruption a glare and froze when she was met with blonde spiky hair, crimson eyes and a scowl unmatched in murderous intent. "This leech bothering you?"
"Leech?" She screeched appallingly.
"No, Kacchan, she was just inviting me to lunch." He stood, pulling on his leather jacket from his chair and shrugging it on. Midoriya stepped around his desk and placed his left hand over the blonde’s chest unnecessary and suggestive, it was then that she caught sight of the thick gold band gripping his ring finger.
He is married??
He pressed his lips softly to his cheek and smiled at him, even as Bakugo flung his own left arm over his shoulders and continued to stare her down. His own gold band mocking her attempts at seduction. She pouted, great now she was shit out of luck with both gorgeous men. Why are the hot ones always gay?
"Watch yourself, Stick." He spat and pulled Midoriya away by his waist in a possessive display. She sighed heavily and promptly abandoned all intentions of appealing to the two.