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Kyoka stared dumbfoundedly as she watched Izumi and Yaomomo being cutesy with each other. She’d known them both long enough to understand the appeal on both sides (Izumi moreso, they’d gone to middle school together), were she gay herself she’d probably be begging to be made into a sandwich by the two of them, but the visual of the two girls kissing, holding hands, and cuddling on the couch in the dorms just didn’t compute. They were both so different from each other.
They were both tall (though Izumi was quite a bit taller), but where Izumi dressed in basketball shorts and punny graphic ts with hair that made her look like she just rolled out of bed while Yaomomo dressed in thousand dollar blouses and skirts with perfectly done makeup and hair. Yaomomo was soft with a regal presence, Izumi was built like a tank and covered head to toe in scars, some from using her quirk, most from fighting Shigaraki. She had a bright smile that lit up a room but her actual face looked like someone dragged her through a gravel road, which might have actually happened, she was pretty cagey about that fight. She apparently only told the details to Yaomomo. All Might too probably but Kyoka had long decided she wasn’t going to pry about it, her friend would tell her when she was ready. Yaomomo also apparently told Izumi all about some of her struggles with her family, some creepy guys that traveled in the same circles as her family, including one who apparently had a quirk that turned his skin orange and had a very poorly hidden bald spot. Izumi knew more about it than she did, again Kyoka wasn’t going to pry. It wasn’t her business. If Yaomomo wanted her to know, she’d know, until then she’d respect her privacy. It was another thing that made them so great despite their visual contrast, they trusted each other with their secrets.
It was really sweet.
“Oh my goodness! Jiro! I’m so sorry! We’ve been so caught up with each other, we forgot all about you!” Yaomomo apologized, looking deeply worried.
“Was there any place you wanted to go for lunch?” Izumi asked, looking just as apologetic.
Kyoka chuckled. These two were just too cute.
“No no guys, it’s fine. I saw you two catching up and didn’t want to interrupt. I’ve just been texting Denki abou-”
“Denki?” Izumi smirked.
Fuck. Kyoka whispered internally.
Izumi had always been great about catching her in her words. Ever since they were kids at Aldera she was good at that. She might’ve grown into a 196 centimeter amazon goddess with a strength that could move mountains, but she was still the same quirkless kid who paid way too much attention to everything people said and did.
“Yep. Denki. We’ve been dating since after the culture festival,” Kyoka admitted, her face turning red.
“You have?!” Yaomomo gasped. “My goodness! How did I never notice this?”
Izumi giggled. “It’s okay babe, you pay attention to people’s favorite foods and likes and dislikes, I pay attention to the finer details.”
Kyoka shook her head in amusement. Maybe that was another reason why they worked so well? Izumi read too much into everything where Yaomomo could panic if things became overwhelming but Izumi could help Yaomomo break down the big things into smaller details and Yaomomo could help Izumi understand that the small stuff wasn’t always as important as the wider context of things.
Opposites attract, Kyoka supposed.
“I’ve got the bigger picture, you’ve got the small things,” Yaomomo replied, giggling as well.
“You might think that would be the other way around,” Izumi joked, showing off one of her enormous arms.
Yaomomo blushed and felt her girlfriend’s big bicep as she stared lovingly into her eyes. Izumi stared back at her.
Izumi didn’t usually like to show off her muscles or any quality of hers in general, humility born from a past life of being a bullied little quirkless girl, but she knew Yaomomo had thing for them and frequently encouraged her girlfriend to feel herself a bit and let people know just how incredible she really was. Kyoka tended to agree, as did the rest of their class, Izumi was pretty impressive, she had every right to take up some space if she felt like it. She didn’t need to make herself small for others, even Bakugo thought that now, but no one seemed to make the message click for her like Yaomomo did. It was like loving her made Izumi love herself as well.
It was sweet.
“So are you guys gonna keep eyefucking each other all day or are we gonna go get some lunch?” Kyoka teased.
The two lovebirds broke away from each other and blushed.
“We did it again, didn’t we?” Izumi giggled, sounding nervous.
“Hey, if I was dating either of you, I’d forget about everything around me too,” Kyoka chuckled.
“Well seeing as we haven’t made a decision yet, we could visit that one burger place you two were talking about the other day,” Yaomomo suggested.
“Isn’t that a two hour bus ride?” Kyoka questioned.
“Who said anything about bus rides?” Yaomomo answered, just as confused as Kyoka. “I just texted my parents, they said they would let me borrow our private plane here in Musutafu.”
Kyoka’s mouth went slack. “Do you ever get used to dating someone like this?”
Izumi shook her head.
“I just want to spoil my best friend and my girlfriend,” Yaomomo giggled. “Besides I’ve never tried American food before, and I want to try it with you guys. So let’s go!”
“Okay, so we’re going to the A&W in Tokyo then?” Kyoka asked.
“Well I was thinking we would but…” Yaomomo folded her arms and pinched her chin.
“Oh no,” Izumi chuckled. “What are you thinking about?”
“Jiro, didn’t you say you were thinking about going to that emo music festival in Las Vegas?”
“The ‘When We Were Young’ festival? I mean I said it would be cool to go but that’s tomorrow. There’s no way we can make it there on such short-”
“It’s settled then! We’ll have lunch in Tokyo then make our way out to Sin City for the show!”
Kyoka’s eyes widened as a bizarre mix of excitement, joy, and horror washed over her. “Yaomomo! That’s very kind of you but you can’t-”
“Of course I can? We have the time, I have the money, we all work hard to better ourselves and help others, why shouldn’t we go out and have some fun?”
Kyoka wanted to protest but she was having a hard time finding a gap in her logic.
Izumi giggled. “Honey, didn’t we talk about springing grand gestures on unsuspecting people?”
Yaomomo let out a small laugh of her own. “Apologies, Jiro, we’ll plan out these little adventures with a bit more notice next time.”
“Next time?”
“You’re friends with one of the richest people in the world, so rich that you could probably tax her parents on their every single asset at fifty percent and all her father would say is ‘honey did you feel that breeze?’”
“Honestly, they probably wouldn’t even feel the breeze.”
Kyoka threw her hands up in the air. Why fight it? “What the hell? Let’s go have some fun!”
Yaomomo cheered. “I always wanted to have a fun get away with a few girlfriends! Now I get to have one with a ‘girlfriend’ and a girlfriend!” She noted, wrapping her arms around Izumi’s waist.
“Not how I expected the weekend to go, but-”
“Oh Kyochan, do you want to bring Denki with us?” Izumi asked, wearing a big shit eating grin as she emphasized her boyfriend’s name.
“... Damn you.”