"Wouldn't it make your fans jealous?" Kirishima asked.
"Tch. I already make them jealous of my existence. With you, it'll add fuel to the fire." Bakugo wears a devilish smirk as he interlocks his hands with Kirishima's.
Katsuki Bakugo is well known...
"Louise," Kirishima begins, "I thought you were on the bus."
"They told me everything," Louise responds, referring to Melissa and the woman Kirishima came out here with, "they said they'd watch over Indigo's kid for me while I came out here to see if you're okay."
The platinum-blonde woman looks concerned for the redhead, her facial expressions, and her eyes showing it all while the rainfall dies down gradually. With no umbrella with her, she has her hair in a small ponytail similar to what Kirishima had in high school. Her loose-fitted grey tank top and bright pink sports bra stand out in the dark, but so do her light-washed denim shorts and gorgeous pink tennis shoes. She glances at Midoriya, and gives a small wave, while he returns the gesture, with an awkward smile planted on his face.
"How much did you hear," Midoriya asked, slightly nervous.
"Around the time Indigo did the spoken-word outro," she answered promptly, her accent faint in her speech. "I hope you know, Midoriya, all me and your friend have is a casual business relationship. It's not that I don't care about him; I'd give the world to make him smile, don't get me wrong, but I'd stick with a nice friendship to forbear the broken hearts both of us could encounter if we weren't careful."
Kirishima takes a closer look at Louise; he almost didn't notice the rise and fall of her chest, indicating she ran her way over here in the rain; however, the grass-covered and muddy shoes should prove that immediately. There are faint raindrops already on her clothing, and her hair appears frizzy from the rain. She must have rushed out here without thinking about using her umbrella, or bother putting a coat on because goosebumps are forming on her skin as he and Midoriya look at her some more.
Kirishima, wearing a leather jacket over his white v-neck short-sleeved shirt, closes his umbrella to take off his coat and gently place it over Louise's shoulders, all in efforts to warm her up. Midoriya almost didn't realize the new set of ink on his right forearm, given the limited amount of lighting, he's surprised he can notice the details his tattoo offers.
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"Sure," she answers, tugging the leather jacket's collar more towards her and engulfing herself in the body heat Kirishima gave off when he wore it. His cologne is faint yet keen on the coat, making her feel at ease with every steady breath she takes.
"Wait," Midoriya speaks up before the other two turned around, "Kirishima, please, what's going on?"
Kirishima takes a deep breath and gives Midoriya an answer, even though it's short and sweet, it's straight to the point. "I'm here to perform a song I worked on with these guys when I left Japan that one day. If all goes well, and once the song is officially released, I can pay off my mom's medical bills with the royalties I earned."
"Why didn't you say that, to begin with," Midoriya asked, a bit agitated.
"I know you, Bakugo, and the others are here because I was the one who made the offer of having you guys perform at the festival."
