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aoyama yuuga

"Everybody, everybody, my dear monsieurs and mademoiselles," Aoyama calls out, clapping his hands together.

"Can we go inside already?" Sero asks, wondering why they're still gathered on the front porch of their dorms instead of heading inside to shower and nap after a gruelling afternoon training session.

"I have an announcement to make! The time of magic and wonder approaches, the holidays are just around the corner and I entreat you all to appreciate the spectacle of decorations that I have decided to bestow upon you all! Rejoice!"

As if on cue, suddenly the whole place is lit up, just as glittery and sparkling as Aoyama himself and the whole class finds them oohing and ahhing at the lights that stream across each doorway and window. Aoyama flings the door open and reveals the inside as well, decorated with just as many stars, electric candles, and fairy lights in addition to a few candy canes and ornaments hung around the walls.

"Wow, Aoyama when did you find the time to do this all by yourself?" Yaoyoruzu asks, running up to the Christmas tree that sits in the corner. A miniature model of Aoyama himself is sitting at the top of the tree in place of the star or angel that would normally be there.

"Non non non," Aoyama waggles a finger at her, "An expert never reveals their secrets!"

Everybody chuckles at such a classic Aoyama response, and Ashido is gathering everybody to suggest a classwide Secret Santa gift exchange when suddenly, they all stop upon hearing a screech.

"My dears, you must follow tradition!" Aoyama shouts, pointing a finger at Bakugou and Kirishima who lean against a doorway.

When they merely look at each other and back in confusion, Aoyama moves his finger up to indicate the tiny sprig of mistletoe that hangs above that. "You must kiss if you are caught under the mistletoe with somebody, it is tradition!"

Sero and Kaminari immediately begin howling, bending over while clutching their stomachs. "Bakugou and Kirishima, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Why you little shits–" Bakugou shouts, ready to fight them when he's cut off by Kirishima grabbing him around the stomach and twirling him around.

Class 1-A goes silent as they stare, slack-jawed as Kirishima bends and presses his lips against Bakugou's for one, two, three seconds.

The stillness is only broken when Bakugou shoves him off and shouts, "What the hell, shitty hair! Some fucking warning next time?" before stomping off to his room.

Kirishima shrugs, "It wouldn't be manly to break tradition!"

"Right... tradition," Aoyama repeats. "Wait... next time?"

"Well, if you insist that it's tradition," Mineta says, sliding his way towards the mistletoe before he is catapulted backwards and into the tree by Tsuyu's tongue.

"Not happening," the girls chorus in unison.

"My tree!" Aoyama yelps, running to right his miniature self from where it's fallen onto the ground.