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five — punk rock.
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kaminari was the first one laughing.
he threw his head back, fist slamming on the table as he howled, kirishima furiously shushing him and fussing over how rude and unmanly he was being. momo had rushed to her feet to get napkins galore and jirou was the one holding out her hands for y/n to take as she lifted her steadily to her feet.
"woah," jirou blinked, "what even- what- are you okay?" the small laugh in her words made y/n press her eyes together, laughing, too as she shook her head.
"i- i don't even know, i'm an idiot sometimes," she said, accepting the napkins from momo and wiping herself up.
she then dropped to her knees again, soaking up the coffee before the janitors of the cafe came to take a handle on the situation. y/n was a little upset- she was going to use her time cleaning up the coffee to properly freak out over the fact that fucking jirou from screaming in japan talked to her. y/n made her laugh- not only her, but kaminari, too and momo handed her napkins. napkins.
once again, what the fuck was her life?
she looked over at jirou who was staring wistfully at the spilled coffee. "hey, i'll buy you another," y/n said, pulling her brows softly. "i didn't mean to-"
