Gay Buffet

The Friend

Quirkless AU
[I would say sorry about the length, but y'all are used to this by now.]

"Dude, you're a literal kotatsu," remarked Kaminari as he pressed himself further into his friend's side.

Kirishima teased, "Did you become my friend just because I'm warm?" Kaminari shrugged. The redhead gaped. "Wow. Wow."

"Hey, if you saw a guy that was super nice, muscular, and warm you would want to be his friend, too!" Kaminari retorted.

"Not just because of that, though!"

"Hey!" barked Jirou. Both boys looked at her. "Stop acting like idiots. Kaminari, isn't your friend getting here soon?" The blond blinked, as if he was trying to process her words, before his goldenrod eyes went wide. He perked up.

"Oh, yeah! I totally forgot he was coming!"

Ashido, who was on Kirishima's other side, added, "Isn't he the really angry guy that's pretty hot?" Kaminari nodded.

"Hot?" snorted Sero. "Who isn't hot to you, Ashido?" She stuck her tongue out at him before plopping her head on Kirishima's shoulder.

The redhead chuckled as he scrolled through the news on his phone. He knew Kaminari wasn't his friend just because he was comfortable (that was just a bonus). He loved his friends. That was why he let them use him as their own personal heater during the winter.

They were seated on a long bench behind a park full of screaming and laughing children. Kirishima was in the middle for obvious reasons with Ashido on his left and Kaminari on his right. Sero was standing up—he didn't like sitting—on the right side of the bench. Jirou was sitting on the left edge, earphones tucked securely in their usual place in her ears.

Today was the first day of winter break. Apparently, Kaminari had a friend that just moved back to Tokyo from Osaka. Kaminari, naturally, invited him to spend the day with them. Kirishima wasn't nervous. He was proud to say he got along with everyone. Plus, if he was friends with Kaminari, the friend was definitely used to stupidity. Kirishima was less proud to admit he could really be dense sometimes.

"Hey, Kami, what's your friend like, anyway?" Ashido inquired as she brought out her phone to check the time.

The blond thought for a moment. "Well, like you said, he's pretty hot-headed. He, uh, swears a lot, doesn't like pity... oh, he's really smart! Yeah, he used to tutor in middle school."

"Did he tutor you?" Sero asked with an arch of his brow.

"God knows he needed it," quipped Jirou pointedly without looking up from her phone. Kaminari tried to reach around Kirishima and Ashido to swat at the girl but the redhead calmly grabbed his friend's wrist. After patting him on the head, he placed his wrist back at Kaminari's side.

A sudden gust of bitterly cold wind passed over the group of friends. Ashido yelped and buried her face in Kirishima's chest. Kaminari swore under his breath before latching onto the redhead's arm. Even Jirou leaned into them. Sero just rolled his eyes. He had been the only one smart enough to wear two layers.

"What the hell is this?" scoffed a rough voice Kirishima didn't recognize. Four of them jerked up their heads. Jirou had been wondering how long it would take them to notice the approaching ash blond. Standing there was probably the hottest person Kirishima had ever seen.

He had ash blond hair styled similarly to Kirishima's own hair, save for the excessive amount of gel that was evident in the latter's hair due to its stiffness. His eyes were blood-red and constantly scowling against the chilly wind. Light bruises lined the underneath of those beautifully deadly rubies, but they didn't look ugly. If anything, they gave the ash blond a darker, more dangerous look. He was certainly intimidating.