#lyric's 300 follower bo bunrham event

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hello ❤️ i will like to request a number 3 from funny with iida, romantic ( x reader) and congratulations on hitting 300 🥳

....please ignore my "lets wait 2 months before updating" ideology. Life is hard, and most days I can't really force myself to sit down and write. I swear on my life I'm clearing out my request box, I just happen to be doing so at a snail's pace.

Masterlist

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Warnings: Female reader (mentions of boobs), Iida being a low-key himbo

“Holy fuck, I think she might be the one! There’s something about her, I just can’t describe it…. tits”

Tenya was a gentleman. It had been ingrained into his head at the tender age of eight that if he ever disrespected a woman, his mother would end him.

He hadn't really thought about this warning in the recent years. He was perfectly well mannered, after all. He'd also had to sit through Ashido's whole "let women wear what they want, goddamnit" rant (which was not directed at him in particular, he just happened to witness her tirade against his much smaller, grape-headed classmate). Regardless, Tenya had never had any trouble in schooling his words or thoughts, and he took pride in that.

However, when you'd stepped out of the elevator and into the common area, he'd suddenly heard his mother's stern words rattling around in his head once again.

You looked lovely, but that was nothing new. Tenya thought you were beautiful no matter what. Today, though, you wore a pretty yellow blouse with a low scoop neckline that exposed your cleavage.

Tenya was a gentleman. He knew better than to ogle you. He tried very very hard not to stare. To his credit, he mostly succeeded, but his gaze had a way of flickering back to you, and to Tenya's absolute mortification, his eyes kept wandering back to your chest.

You immediately noticed that something was up. You, Iida, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Todoroki had agreed that it was far too nice of a Sunday to spend it inside, so it had been an unanimous decision to go out for lunch.

Everyone had been on board with the plan ten minutes ago when you'd slipped away to put on a nicer shirt (some things just shouldn't be worn in public). When you'd returned to the group, though, Iida seemed determined to avoid looking at you.

"Ooh, I like your shirt!" Ochaco chirped, looping her arm through yours.

"Thanks," You playfully bumped your hip into hers "It was a thrift store find, actually."

"Ahh, thrift stores always have the coolest stuff!"

Conversation was light and flowing as the five of you made your way into town. Swept up in Ochaco's story of her most recent thrift store expedition, you forgot about Iida's strange behavior.

It wasn't until you'd gotten to the restaurant that you noticed it again, when you found yourself sitting directly across the booth from him. Iida stared very pointedly at his menu, and you stared pointedly at him, unintentionally taking his avoidance as a challenge.

"Iida, are you okay?" Todoroki asked quietly from his seat next to him.

"What? Oh, yes. All is well." Iida waved off his concern.

Todoroki squinted at him, thoroughly unconvinced. He turned to glance at Midoriya, whom had ended up on his other side. He only shrugged.

Ochaco, sitting next to you, looked between you and Iida for a minute, before suddenly letting out a loud, surprised laugh. Everyone at the table jumped.

"What? What's so funny?" Midoriya questioned in confusion.

Ochaco chuckled again, leaning her elbows against the table. "I think I know what's up with Iida."

"Nothing is up with me, Uraraka. I'm fine."

"Says the guy who's been staring at the floor for the past minute." She shot back.

"What do you think is wrong?" Todoroki urged.

"Oh, I wouldn't say anything's wrong, exactly." She purrs, gaze lazily moving from Iida to you. "I think he's a little flustered."

Your brows furrowed as you studied Iida, trying to suss out your friend's meaning. He looked as though he wanted to melt into the booth.

"By.....?" Midoriya trailed off, indicating to Ochaco, who only grinned wider in response. She inclined her head towards you.

"Ochaco we're dumb. You're gonna have to tell us what you mean." You deadpanned.

She gave you another infuriating smile. She leaned closer to you, and said under her breath, "I think he really likes your shirt, (Y/N)."

It took you approximately four seconds to put the pieces together. You looked down at your shirt, and almost immediately went "Oh!"

You took another look at Iida, whose face was so red you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd seen steam rising from it. His eyes were still stubbornly fixed on the floor. You began to laugh.

Tenya dared to meet your gaze when he heard you, figuring that if you were laughing you probably didn't want him dead. His heart stuttered when he saw your expression; a mix of surprise and relief.

"I was worried you hated me or something." You managed between chuckles.

"No, never!" He practically yelped. "I'm so sor-"

"You're good! It's okay, I swear." You leaned across the table to pat his arm. "I can tell you're embarrassed about it. It's okay."

"Are you sure? If I've made you uncomfortable at all then-"

"I'd be uncomfortable if it were anyone other than you, Iida." You assured him, giving him that small affectionate smile he loved.

Tenya slumped in his seat, relived beyond imagination. His cheeks started to burn again once he realized the implication of your words, though.

"I'm still confused." Todoroki announced.

"Me too," Midoriya added.

Uraraka patted both their hands patronizingly with a loving look painted across her face. "I'll tell you both when you're older."

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I have the Peach stamp of approval y’all 😗✌️

it's the way you're going APE SHIT in the notes of my Kiri fic for me.

I'm so glad you liked it, I was worried it was too short, but i wanted to get it done for you 😭😭 I've been procrastinating way too much

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LENGTH YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT ALL THE SAME!!!

first of all if you see me in the notes no you don’t 😭

but seriously that was literally everything and SO worth the wait omg???? like idk smth about the dialogue was just so GOOOD UGH youre the best ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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2, sad, tenya iida and bakugo, your boss at agency.

Gdgdhsj I need to rewatch inside just for goodbye hxhxhhx

We're starting off with some angst!!

Ok, so this didn't have a lot of details, so I took a few liberties. Sorry if it's not what you imagined, but I'm pretty happy with what I cooked up.

Also, as a general note for all Bo Burnham Prompts, the lyric requested is not used as a direct dialogue prompt, but more of a general base idea for the fic.

Enjoy. 😉 

Masterlist

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Warnings: Swearing, hospitals, someone being shot, my horrible knowledge of surgery and medical procedures. If you’re familiar with medical stuff, you’re gonna have to suspend some disbelief here 

"Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I started 14 years ago?”

You should've realized that working with professional heroes would be dangerous, even if you weren't directly in the line of action.

You were a psychologist working at Dynamite Agency. Mental health workers being employed at hero agencies was a new trend, one that you severely hoped lasted. You were often genuinely concerned with the mental states of your boss and his sidekicks. That, and you enjoyed having a job.

This being a rising trend, not all heroes who wanted one had a personal psychologist. Heroes often paid extra for them to come from their home-base agency to meet with and get diagnoses from. Ingenium had been one such hero.

"You got a minute?" Dynamite's secretary, and quiet yet attentive young man named Banamu knocked on your office door, sticking his head in nervously.

"Sure thing, what's up?" You looked up from your laptop, quickly closing your Twitter tab. No one needed to know that you didn't constantly have something to do.

"Ingenium Agency's requested a psychologist to go down for a day and talk with him and the sidekicks. There's a pretty good payment on it if you can head down there sometime next week."

"They don't have a psych person down there yet?" You asked, following Banamu's movement's over the top of your screen as you navigated to your calendar. "What exactly am I getting paid?"

He gave you the number, and you threw your eyebrows up. It was more than you made in three days of sitting in your office listening to Dynamite vent. It was more than you'd been offered on any of your other off-sight jobs.

"Sold to the man who's willing to give me that kind of cash. When exactly do they need me?"

"They didn't give me a specific date. I can get you on the line with Ingenium's secretary so you can work it out though." Banamu offered, flipping through the mess of papers in his arms.

"Good for me. Thanks bud." You saluted him as he located the paper he was looking for, and laid a sheet with names and contacts on your desk.

"Of course, Doctor." He nodded, already halfway out the door. "Have a good rest of your day!"

"I'm still not a doctor, Banamu!" You called after him, chuckling as he speed-walked down the hall, giving no indication that he'd heard you. "I really need to talk to Dynamight about how much work that poor kid has."

. . . . .

Two weeks after your visit to Ingenium Agency and you still found reasons to go back. You told yourself you were just spending your breaks with their brand new mental health worker to get them settled into the job. Nakami was a sunny yet incredibly organized young thing; they couldn't have been much older than Banamu, yet they were more than comfortable with their job within the first week of being there.

If you hadn't insisted on constantly lying to yourself, you'd have to admit that you were there to see Ingenium. Or, as he'd asked you to call him, Iida.

He was a refreshing breath of air from Dynamite. You liked working for him, but he could still be a lot. Iida was calm, collected, and had actually listened to your thoughts and advice when he'd hired you to come over to do your job. (Dynamite had a bad habit of brushing of your words of wisdom. You never knew why he'd hired you to give him advice on his mental state if he wasn't going to listen to you, but you weren't complaining. You got paid whether he got better or not.)

You'd struck up a fast friendship with Iida. Despite only having spent a handful of hour-long lunch breaks with him, you had found you could talk to him about just about anything. You spoke of everything and of nothing at all, and always left wishing you could stay longer.

Your constant disappearances to the other agency had gone far from unnoticed by your co-workers, least of all your boss.

"Where have you been running off to on your breaks?" Dynamite asked you one day as he walked you to your car.

"Ingenium Agency." You replied without an ounce of embarrassment.

He was quiet for a moment before pointing out "They have a psychologist now."

"That's right. Their name's Nakami. Sweet kid."

"Then what the hell are you doing over there?"

"Well, last week I was there to help train Nakami and get them accustomed to work." You said slowly.

"And this week?" Dynamite probed with an arched eyebrow.

"And this week, I was mostly hanging out with Ingenium." You admitted. "He goes on break around the same time that I do."

"What are you two friends now?"

"Yeah, he's nice to hang out with." You smirked at the hero as you leaned against your car. "He is severely lacking in anger issues, though."

"Aren't you supposed to be helping me with that?" Dynamite snapped.

"I can't help you if you don't let me." You shot back.

Dynamite rolled his eyes with a scoff, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Whatever. Do whatever with your time, I don't really give a shit. Just make sure you're back on time. If you keep cutting it close like this Banamu's gonna have a conniption-"

BANG

Suddenly, pain rocketed through your side. You collapsed to the ground as Dynamite flew past you to the source of the sound. You were in so much pain you weren't sure where it was coming from. You heard the tell-tale explosions that told you that Dynamite was apprehending whoever it was who had shot you. People where screaming. You might've been screaming too.

Seconds later, he was back. He held you tightly, crimson eyes narrowed into slits as he inspected your injury.

"Shit," He whispered. "Some call an ambulance! Now!" He screamed over his shoulder.

"Fuck, everything hurts. Did you get 'em?" You whimpered.

"Of course I did." He says curtly. It sounds harsh, but you know him well enough to hear the undertone of fear behind his voice.

"You couldn't have taken care of it before I got shot?" You quipped.

"Like I knew it was going to happen. Now stop talking. Conserve your strength."

You nodded, leaning your head against Dynamite's chest.

You should've realized that working with professional heroes would be dangerous, even if you weren't directly in the line of action. The streets where crawling with people looking for a chance to assassinate popular heroes. All it takes is an unsteady aim for things to go south.

. . . . .

Iida usually never took calls when he was on the job. He kept his phone on, but left it on vibrate. Just in case. Today though, he made an exception when he saw that his old classmate Katsuki Bakugo’s ID on his cell phone screen. 

The two hadn’t really spoken in several years (outside of the occasional team-up or hero event), so Iida couldn’t really day they were close. That may’ve been why he answered the call, despite being on a late patrol.

Iida figured it couldn’t have been a social call.

“Hello? Baku-”

“(L/N)’s been shot.”

Iida froze, nearly dropping his phone. “What?”

“Some jackass trying to kill me missed. Bullet caught ‘em in the side and grazed a lung.” Bakugo’s voice cracked around the last sentence. “We’re over in the Musutafu General Hospital. I’ll be in the waiting room.”

“Wait, Bakugo.” Iida’s own voice cracked as well. “This is a lot to take in. They where shot?”

“Yes, they’re in surgery right now.” He huffed impatiently. “If you get your ass over here, you can be there when they wake up.”

“Right. I may be a while, I’ve gotta get back to my agency. I’m on patrol.” Iida replied, quickly turning on his heel.

“Whatever. I’ll see you later-”

“Wait.” Iida pleaded. “Why are you telling me this? Why did you think to tell me (L/N) had been injured?”

Bakugo was quiet for a moment. Iida was afraid he’d hung up until-

“I know you two are friends or whatever. I mean, you gotta at least tolerate them to let them go over during their breaks as often as they do. I figured you’d wanna know.”

A weak smile crossed Iida’s face. “Thank you, Bakugo. I appreciate you letting me know. I’ll be there in thirty.”

“Yeah. See you.”

. . . . .

Bakugo had had to step out to take a call. He’d scowled harshly at his phone as he lead Iida down the hall.

“I gotta take this. It’s my stupid agent. The desk lady said they’d be in 264.” He gestured at the rows of doors. 

“Got it. Thanks again.”

Bakugo grunted in response, before answering his phone with an irritated “What?”

Iida continued down the gleaming white hallway solo as his companion fell back. He counted the doors in his head, all too aware of every noise around him as he searched for your room.

Finally, he found himself standing outside room 264. He peered through the window, seeing a nurse checking your vitals. He knocked twice before entering.

“Hello, are visitors allowed?” He smiled tightly at the woman, taking his eyes off you for only a second.

“Yes, but I doubt they’ll be awake anytime soon.” The nurse explained. “We finished surgery about 30 minutes ago. They’ll probably be out for another half hour.”

“That’s alright, I just wanted to see them.”

The nurse nodded her understanding, seeing the sad desperation in his eyes. “I’ll be right outside.” She said quietly. “I’ll give you a minute.”

“Thank you,” Iida sagged in relief as the kind nurse exited the room. He turned his full attention back to you.

You had no visible injuries. If Iida didn’t know any better, he’d have thought you were just sleeping. The oxygen mask kind of ruined the image though.

He had a working knowledge of surgical procedures (having had friends who went through it more often than he would’ve liked), and knew that some people post-surgery got oxygen masks to help them feel better, but the image didn’t make him feel any less sick to his stomach.

He was suddenly 16 again, bursting into a hospital room too much like this one, and seeing his brother bruised, covered in bandages, and wearing an oxygen mask.

Iida laughed mirthlessly at the thought, collapsing into a chair near your bed, head in his hands.

Am I seriously right back where I started all those years ago?

He looked at you again, that same harsh tug of seeing someone he cared about in so much pain making his stomach hurt. He sniffed, feeling his eyes mist.

“Tensei got better,” He reminded himself quietly. “Tensei got better, and so will they.”

He gazed at your sleeping face, thinking of how you’d fuss over him if you saw him in such a state. He sighed, and scooted his chair closer to you to take your hand. He didn’t care if it’d take half an hour for you to awaken. 

He could wait.

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😈 you already know what i’m here for

BIG CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 BBY! can i request kirishima x f!reader for 3rd funny prompt pls 😌 thank you so much and I HOPE YOURE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF

Hi! I live! Sorry homies, for the past week I've been thinking "I should get started on the next prompt" and then I haven't been doing it. Anywho, let's get into this.

Sorry for the wait Peach, my love. Lyric is a forgetful child.

Also, this is kind of short in comparison to the first one, but they might all end up being this short just so I can get them out easier. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Masterlist

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Warnings: Female reader (mentions of boobs), Kiri being a respectful himbo

“Holy fuck, I think she might be the one! There’s something about her, I just can’t describe it…. tits”

It started off as a regular Sunday morning. Kirishima was just sitting with is friends in the common rooms, catching up after a long and busy winter break.

"There was just so much going on, I didn't have time to reach out to anyone!" He exclaimed, laughing sheepishly. "The only contact I had with anyone from class was with (L/N), and that's just because Fatgum teamed up with the agency she was working with one day."

"With (L/N), you say?" Kaminari asked slyly. "Wow. Pretty coincidental, huh?"

"Uh, I guess? What do you mean?"

Sero and Kaminari exchanged knowing looks that Kirishima wasn't entirely sure he appreciated.

"You're pretty close with her, Kirishima." Sero pointed out, still grinning. "One might say you were attached at the hip."

"I-I mean yeah. She's pretty cool," The redhead gulped, palming the back of his neck.

"Just cool?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"You could always confess your undying love." Kaminari causally suggested.

Kirishima nearly choked on his own spit. "Oh, come on. That's a little extreme."

"But you do like her." Sero said, pointing at the flustered boy.

"Well, I guess." Kirishima tapped his fingers against his knee, thinking. "(L/N)'s amazing. She's really fun and talented, but there's something else about her that I just can't describe."

Kaminari smirked at the dreamy look on his friend's face. "It's the tits, isn't it?"

Sero gave a thoroughly undignified snort, which he attempted to cover with his hand. Kirishima laughed nervously, shaking his head vehemently.

"Ok, you got me there, but that's obviously not it!" Kirishima said firmly, schooling his face back to a neutral expression.

"Chill, I was kidding." Kaminari soothed, chuckling still.

"Mostly." Sero added.

The three broke once more into laughter, Kirishima allowing himself to relax. He knew his friends understood him and how he saw you. They knew it was just a joke. He'd sooner die than see you only for...that.

He wasn't going to lie and say that Kaminari was wrong, though.

Just then, you came from around the corner, waving cheerily at the boys. "Hi guys!"

They quieted in an instant. Shame permeated through Kirishima as he hung his head, cheeks burning the same shade of red as his hair. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you disappeared into the kitchen.

"Do you think she heard all that?" He whispered once you were out of sight.

"Maybe, but she didn't seem too upset about it if she did." Sero commented, looking unconcerned. "If she asks, Kaminari started it."

"Hey!" Said blond protested.

"You did start it! You made the boob joke!" Sero rebutted.

Kirishima shushed the two as you made your way back into the common space, a loud crack sounding as you opened a can of soda. You walked right behind Kirishima's couch, and just when he thought he was out of the woods, you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

"I've got a great ass too, if you haven't noticed."

Kirishima's face could've melted off and he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. Kaminari and Sero laughed again as you squeezed his shoulder with a quiet chuckle.

"Oh, trust me," Kaminari said seriously "he has."

Kirishima gaped at the sudden betrayal. Clearly, the Bro Code now meant nothing.

You laughed again, then leaned down to whisper in his ear so the others wouldn't hear you.

"You're not so bad yourself, Kiri."

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Lyric’s writing out of context, episode 1

No one:

Iida in my current WIP:

Link to fic in question

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✨Lyric’s 300 Follower Bo Burnham Event✨

To celebrate 300 followers, I’m taking a break from writing the sappy romantic stuff I usually, do, and passing it over to some angst and crack. I’ve selected 10 lyrics from Bo Burnham songs that fit both these categories.

Event Rules: 

Same rules as regular requesting applies (check those out here)

 There is no time limit on this, but there are only 5 available slots

I won’t start working on the prompts until all slots are filled, so I’ll keep you updated as they come in

You can request a platonic or romantic relationship

Parings can be Character X Reader, Character X Character, or even just a single Character, as a lot of my prompts don’t really work in a romantic setting

Request Format: (Number) (Category) (Character(s)) (Relationship)

Example: “Hi! I’d like to request number 3 for Sad with Bakugo, no ship”

5/5 Slots Filled!!!

Funny

1) “Take off your bras and burn ‘em” - Words Words Words: Words Words Words

2) “I’m a sociopath!” - what.: Sad

3) “Holy fuck, I think she might be the one! There’s something about her, I just can’t describe it…. tits” - what.: Left Brain, Right Brain

4) “Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet amateurs can fucking suck it. Fuck their wives, drink their blood, come on, Jeff, get ‘em!” - Inside: Bezos I

5) “I masturbate because I’m the only one who’s standards are low enough to fuck me!” - Words Words Words: What’s Funny

Sad

1) “Come and watch the skinny kid with a steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself” - Make Happy: Can’t Handle This 

2) “Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I started 14 years ago?” - Inside: Goodbye

3) “He’ll be rewarded for never maturing, for never understanding or learning that everyday can’t be about him” - Words Words Words: Art is Dead

4) “We think we know you” - what.: We Think We Know You

5) “Well, well, look who’s inside again. Went out to look for a reason to hide again. Well, well, buddy you found it. Now come out with your hands up we have you surrounded” - Inside: Look Who’s Inside Again

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ONE LAST SLOT GUYSSSS

To whoever requests the last one: I beg of you, PLEASE do not pick funny number 3. I’ve already got 3 requests for it, and there’re only so many different scenarios I can come up with for the same prompt.

I’ve only got one angst request, pick something from that *whines*

Or don’t, lol. Ask whatever you want, just not funny number 3. That one’s officially off the table

✨Lyric’s 300 Follower Bo Burnham Event✨

To celebrate 300 followers, I’m taking a break from writing the sappy romantic stuff I usually, do, and passing it over to some angst and crack. I’ve selected 10 lyrics from Bo Burnham songs that fit both these categories.

Event Rules: 

Same rules as regular requesting applies (check those out here)

 There is no time limit on this, but there are only 5 available slots

I won’t start working on the prompts until all slots are filled, so I’ll keep you updated as they come in

You can request a platonic or romantic relationship

Parings can be Character X Reader, Character X Character, or even just a single Character, as a lot of my prompts don’t really work in a romantic setting

Request Format: (Number) (Category) (Character(s)) (Relationship)

Example: “Hi! I’d like to request number 3 for Sad with Bakugo, no ship”

4/5 Slots Filled

Funny

1) “Take off your bras and burn ‘em” - Words Words Words: Words Words Words

2) “I’m a sociopath!” - what.: Sad

3) “Holy fuck, I think she might be the one! There’s something about her, I just can’t describe it…. tits” - what.: Left Brain, Right Brain

4) “Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet amateurs can fucking suck it. Fuck their wives, drink their blood, come on, Jeff, get ‘em!” - Inside: Bezos I

5) “I masturbate because I’m the only one who’s standards are low enough to fuck me!” - Words Words Words: What’s Funny

Sad

1) “Come and watch the skinny kid with a steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself” - Make Happy: Can’t Handle This 

2) “Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I started 14 years ago?” - Inside: Goodbye

3) “He’ll be rewarded for never maturing, for never understanding or learning that everyday can’t be about him” - Words Words Words: Art is Dead

4) “We think we know you” - what.: We Think We Know You

5) “Well, well, look who’s inside again. Went out to look for a reason to hide again. Well, well, buddy you found it. Now come out with your hands up we have you surrounded” - Inside: Look Who’s Inside Again

[peachiimilquetea]

HIMBOOOOO KIRIIIIII SUPREMACYYYYYYY!!!!

😈 you already know what i’m here for

BIG CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 BBY! can i request kirishima x f!reader for 3rd funny prompt pls 😌 thank you so much and I HOPE YOURE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF

Hi! I live! Sorry homies, for the past week I've been thinking "I should get started on the next prompt" and then I haven't been doing it. Anywho, let's get into this.

Sorry for the wait Peach, my love. Lyric is a forgetful child.

Also, this is kind of short in comparison to the first one, but they might all end up being this short just so I can get them out easier. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Masterlist

. . .

Warnings: Female reader (mentions of boobs), Kiri being a respectful himbo

“Holy fuck, I think she might be the one! There’s something about her, I just can’t describe it…. tits”

It started off as a regular Sunday morning. Kirishima was just sitting with is friends in the common rooms, catching up after a long and busy winter break.

"There was just so much going on, I didn't have time to reach out to anyone!" He exclaimed, laughing sheepishly. "The only contact I had with anyone from class was with (L/N), and that's just because Fatgum teamed up with the agency she was working with one day."

"With (L/N), you say?" Kaminari asked slyly. "Wow. Pretty coincidental, huh?"

"Uh, I guess? What do you mean?"

Sero and Kaminari exchanged knowing looks that Kirishima wasn't entirely sure he appreciated.

"You're pretty close with her, Kirishima." Sero pointed out, still grinning. "One might say you were attached at the hip."

"I-I mean yeah. She's pretty cool," The redhead gulped, palming the back of his neck.

"Just cool?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"You could always confess your undying love." Kaminari causally suggested.

Kirishima nearly choked on his own spit. "Oh, come on. That's a little extreme."

"But you do like her." Sero said, pointing at the flustered boy.

"Well, I guess." Kirishima tapped his fingers against his knee, thinking. "(L/N)'s amazing. She's really fun and talented, but there's something else about her that I just can't describe."

Kaminari smirked at the dreamy look on his friend's face. "It's the tits, isn't it?"

Sero gave a thoroughly undignified snort, which he attempted to cover with his hand. Kirishima laughed nervously, shaking his head vehemently.

"Ok, you got me there, but that's obviously not it!" Kirishima said firmly, schooling his face back to a neutral expression.

"Chill, I was kidding." Kaminari soothed, chuckling still.

"Mostly." Sero added.

The three broke once more into laughter, Kirishima allowing himself to relax. He knew his friends understood him and how he saw you. They knew it was just a joke. He'd sooner die than see you only for...that.

He wasn't going to lie and say that Kaminari was wrong, though.

Just then, you came from around the corner, waving cheerily at the boys. "Hi guys!"

They quieted in an instant. Shame permeated through Kirishima as he hung his head, cheeks burning the same shade of red as his hair. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you disappeared into the kitchen.

"Do you think she heard all that?" He whispered once you were out of sight.

"Maybe, but she didn't seem too upset about it if she did." Sero commented, looking unconcerned. "If she asks, Kaminari started it."

"Hey!" Said blond protested.

"You did start it! You made the boob joke!" Sero rebutted.

Kirishima shushed the two as you made your way back into the common space, a loud crack sounding as you opened a can of soda. You walked right behind Kirishima's couch, and just when he thought he was out of the woods, you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

"I've got a great ass too, if you haven't noticed."

Kirishima's face could've melted off and he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. Kaminari and Sero laughed again as you squeezed his shoulder with a quiet chuckle.

"Oh, trust me," Kaminari said seriously "he has."

Kirishima gaped at the sudden betrayal. Clearly, the Bro Code now meant nothing.

You laughed again, then leaned down to whisper in his ear so the others wouldn't hear you.

"You're not so bad yourself, Kiri."