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Aoyakure-Sucker For You

Requested by: hey-its-ak

Gion Matsuri--A Japanese festival that takes place throughout the month of July

Yamaboko Junko--The procession of floats that takes place on July 17th

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"Was this really the best idea?"

The students of Class A were hobbling onto the venue with a similar distress, each teen bandaged and dressed accordingly.

They'd had a rough training session in Hero Basics that day, and the lot of them were sore from battle.

"Of course. We...Deserve this."
Ochako braced herself against Tenya, legs wobbling as she poised her free hand over pursed lips.

"Come on, gang! Cheer up! We're at a festival, after all."

Tooru perked up, waving gloved hands from the sleeves of her bright red kimono.

The class had planned on going to the Gion Matsuri this year, but didn't take into account how packed their schedules would become.

They'd even missed the grand Yamaboko Junko because of their summer Heroics Course, and were pretty much training nonstop since the semester had started.

Today was their first day off in months, but they were still recovering from previous trainings.

"Please, Hagakure. Your quirk probably has the least drawbacks of all. What could you possibly have to say about training?"

Denki meant it as more of a satirical remark, but borderlined jackass territory instead.

"I train just as hard as anyone here. More so since my quirk gives me no extra physical advantages."

Izuku glanced at his cast-ridden forearms, before giving a weak shrug.

"Seems legit."

Katsuki scoffed.
"What the fuck are you extras going on about? Hagakure isn't training harder than us if our training is different for each quirk. She's just training the hardest she can."

"Alright, alright. I don't think this is a healthy debate among friends."
Yaoyorozu stood at a middle ground both physically and figuratively with her classmates.

"Yeah, especially since we all know that Bakugo literally just has to stick his hands in some hot ramen for his quirk to look flashy."

Ochako puffed, sticking out her tongue at the now red-faced blonde.

"Why I oughta–"

"Kacchan, you should calm do–"

"Shitty nerd, if you finish that fucking sentence so help me God you will regret it..."

Izuku turned to face his rival, both arms braced tightly at a 45° angle from his torso.

"Come at me, Kacchan!"

"Get a room!"
Denki cheered.

"The hell is wrong with you, moron?"
Kyoka smacked him sharply on the head.

The class broke out into utter chaos, right there at the entrance to the festival.

Strangers passed by with the most awestruck expressions pasted onto their faces, as they watched the band of teenagers tear each other to shreds verbally.

Tooru found herself on a wooden bench a well away from her friends, mostly because she couldn't stand the bickering.

Festivals were supposed to fun, celebratory events where you took the people that you love.

But today was ruined–Because of her no less.

"Don't listen to them, cheri. You work as hard as the rest of us."
Yuga sank into the stretch of plank beside Tooru, outstretching something sweet clutched between his fingers.

Tooru couldn't help but a allow a giggle to escape her lips when she'd recognised the shape of the candy.

"Won't you cheer up, Tooru? Smiling always makes things better."
Yuga rang out a high pitched tone through his thick accent.

He propped the rabbit lolly from side to side as he spoke, a soft smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

"You can't even see me smile."
Tooru laughed.

"That may be so, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. Even the transparent sparkles shimmer."

"Oh, you did not just go there."

"I think I just did."

The two erupted into a fit of laughter, Yuga earning a playful nudge to the shoulder from Tooru.

When the excitement bubbled over, the duo sighed as they recollected themselves.
"I didn't take you to be the silly type. Like you always seem so serious."

"Serious? Moi? Whatever gave you that idea?"
Yuga chuckled.

"Hmm..."
Tooru hummed, twirling the lolly between her thumb and index fingers.

"...A bunny head, though?"

"Oui. It's so morbid."

"What do rabbits even have to do with anything?"
Tooru poked at the hard candy ear.

Yuga smiled.
"Probably so it could be given to someone just as cute,"
He spontaneously tapped his index finger against what he thought was the tip of her nose, punctuating the notion with a light 'boop'.

"Aoyama..."
Tooru grumbled, gloved hand pressed firmly against the curve if her jaw.

"...That was my cheek."

The blonde chuckled nervously.

"Whoopsie. My bad."

"It's okay, silly."
Tooru laughed.

Yuga tensed when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, recognising the warmth of soft locks draping down his the side of his arm.

One of Tooru's gloves stretched and deflated, indicating that it'd been removed.

Soft fingers curled into his palm, and although he couldn't see them, Yuga knew exactly what Tooru was trying to convey.

He gladly reciprocated.

Slightly embarrassed about the mixup from before, he planted a tender kiss to the crown of her head with the reassurance that there was no way he could mess that up.

Just as he did so, a single beam shot into the night sky, before seemingly shattering to a million stars with a thunderous bang.

Yuga flinched, earning a snort from his company.

Several other such fireworks set off in the distance, the magnificent display flooding the pitch black horizon with bursts of colour.

Even in the presence of such a dazzling scenery, Yuga couldn't help but see the the blazing light show as dull in comparison as to what he already had.

Because, nothing was more radiant than the one he cared about most.

No light could ever dare shine brighter.

And no, this light wasn't just a lone star in the night sky.
He'd see to it that he'll always ignite the way for her sake above all.

As long as there were stars in the sky, they were unstoppable.

They would never stop
twinkling.