2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

(★) 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ-ⁿⁱⁿᵉ

"Oh my gosh, " Korei breathed out when she saw the costume hanging up on the rack. It was everything she wanted and more! It was a sexy devil costume, consisting of a spiked choker, a very short skirt, and an adorable lace top! The green-haired girl quickly grabbed the costume and went looking for Hanta. She found him talking to Ojiro as they shuffled through typical Halloween outfits. "Hanta! Can I borrow your phone really quick?" She asked, excitement evident in nearly every aspect. She wanted to use his phone so she could take pictures of herself in her costume! She had left her's in her room so she was just going to take them on his phone and then send them to herself.

Hanta didn't even think twice before reaching into his pocket and handing his device to Korei. "Sure, you know the password, right?" He hummed and she nodded enthusiastically, a childlike aura surrounding her. "Then go ahead, babe." He chuckled, patting her head. Korei grinned and promised she wouldn't lose it before rushing off to the changing rooms.

"You two seem pretty close, " Ojiro said, observing a ninja costume. "I'm surprised you haven't asked her out yet." He added. Hanta let his shoulders drop, a sigh leaving his lips. "Sore subject?"

"Mina told me that I need to ask her out tonight or I'm gonna lose her forever, " he wasn't happy upon hearing the circumstances. "Maybe it's just mixed signals but Mina's deadset on believing that Korei likes me and I just don't know. She's been talking to Kirishima a lot so I really don't know what to think." Hanta confessed, deciding that he didn't want to continue looking for a costume. He had everything he needed to be a priest so he'd just go as that.

"Well, you have a point, " Ojiro shrugged. "But, I think you can talk to someone when you're crushing on a different person." Hanta nodded in agreement, leaning against one of the nearby clothing racks. "I don't know though. I can't tell you anything." Ojiro wasn't the person to go to for this sort of thing. He was a good friend of Hanta's but the kid didn't really have any interest in dating at the moment.

"Right, thanks anyway, " Hanta smiled, patting his friend on the back. "I really think that I'm gonna confess though. Tonight, I'll get her to my room while the party's going on and then bam, I'll tell her, " he chuckled, picturing the many different ways that this could go for him. "If it all works out, hopefully, I'll kiss her or something, but if it doesn't then..." his voice trailed off and he shrugged. Ojiro nodded even though he didn't know what would happen if things didn't work out.

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As most everyone else continued looking for a costume, Korei and a few other people were in the changing rooms. The dark-green haired girl slipped the final piece of clothing onto her body, observing the way it looked in the mirror. Her heart leaped from excitement as she turned to the side to see the cute little devil tail dangling off the back of the skirt. She quickly grabbed Hanta's phone, entering his password, and opening up his camera. She took several pictures, hoping that he wouldn't mind. He could always delete them if they took up too much space. She quickly dressed into her own clothes and headed out of the changing room, almost running into Kirishima. The redhead was also walking out of one of the changing rooms, having just tried on a firefighter costume that he saw. They both blushed upon seeing each other, apologies falling from their lips.

"I-i didn't know you were coming out, I'm sorry, " Kirishima mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Korei waved it off, saying that they couldn't have known they were about to crash into each other. "Oh, no! I'd crash into you any day, Korei! I was just saying if I had known it was you then I would have gone in." He flushed completely as the words left his mouth. Korei stared up at him with this familiar spark in her eyes.

"O-oh! Well then, " she blushed furiously, looking down at the costume in his hand. "Are you busy?" She asked, her voice low as she slipped Hanta's phone into her skirt pocket. Kirishima looked down at her, shocked and extremely turned on by what he was hoping she was insinuating. Korei glanced up at him through her lashes, catching the quick shaking of his head to symbolize that he wasn't busy. Nothing was on fire yet so Bakugo wasn't freaking out on anyone. She took his hand, slowly pulling him into the dressing room and locking the door behind them.

"Oh God, " the redhead whispered, leaning down to kiss her. He had to say, experimenting with Korei was probably the best thing he could have done. He definitely wasn't the one to turn down a handjob, ever. The two of them continued making out, tongues meeting and teeth clashing ever so awkwardly. Korei didn't know what she was thinking, the thrill of getting caught making everything so much more intense for her. She immediately pictured being in there with Hanta. How would he react? What would he say? Would he want to be there with her? Her heart began to beat rapidly and she separated from the kiss, lewd expression on her face. She dropped to her knees and Kirishima's eyelids lowered further, panting as he watched her undo his shorts.

"I've never done this before so let me know if it's bad, " she mumbled, tugging his shorts down to his ankles. Kirishima nodded, wrapping his fingers around her ponytail. Once his briefs were pooling at his feet as well, Korei wrapped her hand around his aching cock. Her golden-brown eyes stared up at him, an innocent glimmer in them as she began jerking him off. Kirishima had taken a shower before this meeting, gladly so because he didn't want Korei's first blowjob to be given to a guy who smelt bad. Hesitantly, she leaned forward to lick gingerly at his leaking tip. Kirishima hummed, encouraging her to do more. She kissed the slit, her tongue rolling over it so she could taste him. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she brought the tip into her mouth, sucking gently. Kirishima let out a quiet groan, brushing her bangs out of her face so he could get a better look.

"You're doing good, " he said, his lustful eyes staring down at her. "C-could you take your shirt off really quickly?" He asked softly. Korei pulled her mouth off of him, sitting back on her knees as she tugged the oversized shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. Her heart was racing as she looked at the fabric. She smelled like Hanta. In those short seconds, she contemplated not finishing what she was doing. The only thing that stopped her from making that decision was the fact that she didn't want to leave Kirishima with a boner. So, she undid her bra as well before returning to her previous actions. Kirishima thought that he should ask her if she's alright but he quickly lost that thought as the green-haired girl wrapped her mouth around his cock. He groaned, the warmth causing him to buck his hips forward unintentionally. That, paired with the hand on her ponytail, allowed his dick to slip a lot further back. Korei gagged and pulled away quickly, brown eyes lidded and watery as she looked up at him. "S-sorry." Kirishima apologized, his pupils blown wide from lust. He noticed the string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to her slightly agape mouth and his tongue quickly darted out to wet his bottom lip. Yep, it was pure lust, nothing else.

"I-it's fine, just be ca-careful, " she panted out, shuffling on her knees. She didn't realize how much this position would hurt her. If she was with Hanta then he'd probably have her in a more comfortable position, not that Kirishima was inconsiderate. Ultimately, she knew that she had picked the position, but if it were Hanta, he would have picked the position. She wished he liked her again...wished she hadn't ruined it so early on. If only she had said something to him! It's just that she didn't want to hurt him by telling him she liked him and then realizing she only liked him as a friend. Now she knew, she definitely likes him as more than a friend but she can't do anything about it. Hanta didn't like her anymore.

"Ready?" Kirishima asked, leading his hard-on to Korei's mouth. The tip pressed against her lips and she slowly let him enter. One of her hands were balled into a fist on her thigh, the other taking hold of the length that she couldn't fit in her mouth. He didn't bother asking if she was okay, not that he should have or anything! Korei just knew that...Hanta would have. Tears pricked her eyes but she blamed it on her current action, not on the fact that she was so madly in love with her best friend and she couldn't even tell him because she did things like this.