The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Firework (Part 2)

Kija sucked in a breath at the sight of the festival. The road had been blocked off and the sides lined with booths in every color of the rainbow, flaunting food and games you could only find here. People in yukatas with patterns of flowers, leaves, and fish dotted the street, laughing and talking while children ran underfoot. Fairy lights clinked above their heads, dripping color onto the sidewalk. There was ring toss, sharpshooter games, barbecued meat, cotton candy, roasted beef, pork buns, fried rice, mochi, and a thousand other things Kija couldn't believe were all within the same space. Her head swiveled side to side, determined to not miss anything.

"You really haven't been to one of these, have you?" Amajiki asked.

Kija sheepishly slowed her head turning, "That obvious, huh?"

"I wanna popsicle!"

"But we gotta do the games first!"

Two elementary school kids dodged between Kija and Amajiki, streamers trailing behind them. The children dashed back into the crowd, suddenly lost among the color. Amajiki smiled, "Not as obvious as them."

"Oh, hush you."

"Hey, hey!" Nejire bounced up and tipped her head towards Kija, "Fireworks start in less than an hour! Whaddya want to do first? Games? Snacks?"

"If we start eating, we'll never be able to stop," Togata said, eyeing a booth toting fresh hot meat buns. Meanwhile Kija's eyes settled on the booth next to it where meat sizzled over a hot grill.

"We should've anticipated this." Her stomach grumbled in agreeance, and she wrapped her arms around it, "Oh, shut up."

"Someone's hungry." Amajiki smiled at her and Kija found the ends of her lips turning up.

"Yeah, yeah. Says the guy whose Quirk revolves around eating." An elbow jabbed Kija in the side, and she whipped her head to glare at Nejire. But before Kija could open her mouth Nejire winked. Kija frowned, "What—"

"GASP! There's a milk bottle throwing game over there!"

Togata's neck cracked so hard you'd think he broke something,  "What? Where?"

"C'mon I'll show you." She spun and winked at Kija again, "You guys go have some fun! We'll meet up with you soon!" And like that, the wing woman was gone, distracting Togata with the promise of carnival games.

And leaving Kija and Amajiki alone, at a festival.

Kija eyed Amajiki out of the corner of her eye. Should she offer to go get food? Walk around? Normally her time with Amajiki contained conversation, but was this supposed to be different? What did couples—

Kija's stomach grumbled again, and she wrapped her arms around her stomach in a failed attempt to conceal it. Amajiki chuckled next to her, and Kija refused to believe her face was read because of that. She play-scowled at him, "Hey, not everyone has the same resistance to street food you have."

"I'm getting just as hungry as you are." He nodded his head at the booths, "Where do you want to start?"

Kija grinned. She popped onto her tiptoes, gaining an inch in height against Amajiki as she leaned against his shoulder, "Well..." Amajiki went still against her touch and Kija let her smile weave into her words, "I was thinking we could share something."

Amajiki's face turned towards Kija, angled down so he could meet her eyes. His hair brushed against her face and obscured some of his, which had started to go pink. Kija resisted the urge to brush it out of the way, to get past it and to get to that flustered look on Amajiki's face. But instead, she waited, face impossibly close to his.