It all started with a boy. A CUTE boy.
Kirishima owns a flower shop in UA college town, where he spends most of his time when he's not running around being a vigilante and crushing on Ground Zero. He works tirelessly every day, trying desper...
I've been gone, I know! I got the 'do your homework' spiel these past weeks and have had to wait for the parental hype to die down while I was, unfortunately, grounded. (It hasn't really gone down at all. This update was meant to be due out days ago.) I went hunting too and shot a raccoon. The taxidermist is closed, so I couldn't make a hat. On an unrelated note, I got a new sweatshirt baby in the mail yesterday:
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Kirishima should have guessed that Mina, as innocently clumsy as she was, wouldn't be very helpful at all. You'd think that a dancer would have more grace. In the course of two hours, she tripped over the garland strings and brought the baskets crashing to the ground (luckily, she didn't break them--they'd found they had just enough baskets to fulfill the wedding order without ordering new ones), she accidentally melted a hole in the full watering can, causing an enormous puddle on the floor, which Tamaki slipped on (he's now scared of the floor), and then she pushed too many buttons on the register and got it stuck.
"Mina, why don't you go sit down before you hurt yourself?" Kiri suggested while he tried to refit the cash drawer into the register.
She pulled herself up onto the counter next to Tamaki (who was trying to stay away from the evil puddle) and sighed. "Jeez, Kiri--I didn't realize that everything here was so fragile."
The drawer aligned and slammed back into place. "I work in a flower store," the redhead replied, leaning on his workspace. "Flowers are fragile things. Everything else here is pretty old, and, you know, not resistant to acid."
"Is that what the stain on the floor is?" Tamaki questioned. "An acid stain?"
"Residue from having to threaten my best friend, yes," Mina admitted flippantly.
The timid clerk shuddered. "You have a weird friendship."
The pinkette snorted. "Oh, I've seen worse. Bakugo and Midoriya have been friends since they were in diapers, and now they're at the point of borderline hateful tolerance with each other."
Kirishima sighed, grabbing a mop and beginning to clean up the spill. "Yeah, I may have heard a word or two about that this morning. Midoriya's back is okay, right? That was never really made clear to me."
"I swear he's fine," Mina promised. "He shouldn't have been standing on a table in the first place, and he shouldn't have asked Bakugo of all people to kill the spider."
Remembering the blonde's violent streak, Kirishima conceded that no, that wouldn't be a good idea.
"I've never really spoken to Monoma," Tamaki input. "What's he like? He seemed nice at the cafe."
"He usually very friendly--"
"He's an absolute ass-wipe," Mina cut him off. Kirishima glared at her, but she kept going. "He likes to get under your skin and prey on your insecurities to get a rise out of you. His quirk is Copy, the ability to copy a quirk through physical contact, and the more he can disarm you the closer he can get to you."
