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SUZUKI AIKO, QUIRK - LIE DETECTOR! SHE CAN DO ANYTHING A LIE DETECTOR CAN DO! HER QUIRK ALSO ALLOWS HER TO MAKE PEOPLE HONEST FOR A PERIOD OF TIME BY TOUCHING THEM! THE DOWNSIDE IS THAT SHE HERSELF CANNOT LIE!
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Suzuki Aiko of U.A’s class 1-D scribbled notes from the textbook in front of her, her eyes periodically flicking down to the manga in her lap. The two main characters were finally about to kiss, she knew it; she’d been waiting so long for this moment! Hastily scrawling out the next sentence, she let the pen go limp in her hand and looked around the classroom. The teacher’s back was turned as he wrote their homework on the board and no other eyes peered her way.
Lucky really, considering that If she were caught she couldn’t even lie to save herself the embarrassment of reading a BL manga in class.
She thumbed the page over and became more engrossed in the story, forgetting to wiggle the pen in her hand, pretending to write. It was getting good! She stopped herself from sighing dreamily as the two characters finally confessed their feelings amid sparkles and falling cherry blossoms, thumbing to the next page one-handedly.
And there it was - a full two page spread of the pair embracing! She chewed her bottom lip to prevent the fan-girlish squeal that threatened to bubble up and out of her chest and let her eyes wander over the beautiful drawing.
The pen slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the desk. She yelped in surprise, dropping the book as if shot and leaping to her feet. Every eye in the class fixed on her immediately and she gulped back the instant, truthful explanation that almost burst from her.
“Care to tell the class what’s so important that you have to jump out of your seat, Suzuki?” The teacher questioned, an exasperated tone to his voice.
“I was reading even though I know I shouldn’t have been and my ship finally sailed! And - and then I dropped my pen and I panicked, and I wish I could have lied and said it was a bee but-“ The teacher held up a hand quickly, practically commanding her to stop speaking, looking slightly panicked himself.
“Sorry, I forgot about your quirk for a second.” Truth. “Just put the book away and finish taking notes.” He turned to the whole class then, silencing the low rumble of snickers.
“Don’t forget to write down the homework everyone, and I expect you to be thorough; you have the whole weekend to complete it!”
Eyes wide and honest Aiko nodded her head furiously as she sat down, quickly stuffing the manga in her bag and picking up the pen to write down the homework before she continued taking notes.
Her classmate’s breathing, the scratching of pens and the faint buzz of a single bluebottle fly were the only sounds to be heard in the room as the end of the lesson drew near.
That was, until a loud explosion sounded a distance outside the windows that ran the length of the classroom wall, accompanied by a guttural shout of “You’ll never beat me you losers!” Truth, Aiko’s mind supplied as she turned to stare along with the rest of the class. It wasn’t an absolute truth like ‘there are no square circles’ but it was truth nonetheless and she recognised it instantly.
There was every possibility that the explosive student could lose at whatever it was he was shouting about - but the fact remained that he honestly believed what he had said.
She narrowed her eyes to focus on the figures speeding back towards the main campus; one of them matching the explosion boy’s speed by skating along a wedge of ice that seemed to come directly from his feet. She recognised them both from the school sports festival, where the two had fought an intense battle. She had totally shipped them in her head through the fight, but not as much as she had the green haired boy and the bi-haired ice and fire boy in the match before.
She just wished she could remember their names.
Hearing the teacher sigh and grumble about class 1-A’s ‘ridiculous shenanigans’, Aiko turned from the window to face the front. She was already finished with the task, but didn’t want to get in trouble again and blurt out the fact that she’d been pairing up her fellow students in her head again. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d burst out with ‘I think you look really cute together!’ To a pair of students, regardless of their genders, only to bury her head in her hands and rush away in embarrassment, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
On one occasion she had accidentally told All Might and Eraserhead that she was thinking about how they would make a ‘totally amazing couple’ when they were walking towards the faculty office and the now retired symbol of peace had asked her how she was doing in his then booming voice. Talk about being too honest. Yelping and running for cover when Mr Aizawa’s scarf had unwound and his hair had started flying, she hadn’t even looked back when she heard All Might laughing.
Aiko sighed as she absently began to pack away her stationery, gaze drifting back to the window, where a small group of class 1-A walked slightly ahead of Mr Eraserhead, their teacher, clearly having not taken part in the mad dash to the changing rooms.
When the bell finally rang, she felt like her manga was burning a hole in her bag - she needed to know what would happen next! The fact that she only had the next three volumes in the series worried her a little though, as she absentmindedly moved through the classroom doors. The teacher shouted for her to wait and she almost bolted, but stopped and turned on the spot woodenly, smiling over clenched teeth to make sure she didn’t confess the first thought that came to mind.
She probably needn’t have worried. Her teachers had quickly gotten used to her quirk, and how her anxiety made it worse, so she strolled from the classroom a few minutes later having kept all of her weird thoughts to herself; only having to have promised that if she read in class again, to make sure it was to do with school work.
She could live with that.
Snippets of conversation washed over her as she made her way to the canteen. Truth. Truth. Lie. Half truth; someone was trying to get around something, Aiko thought automatically as she joined the lunch queue. Lie. Lie. Truth. She sat in a booth next to a few of her friends and greeted them warmly, before burying her nose in her manga and stuffing food in her mouth without looking.
It helped her drown out a lot of the noise as she picked up a few pages before she had left off so that she could get the full impact of that glorious two page spread again. Just as she flipped back to the page she’d dropped the poor book on, she heard a growling voice from the booth behind her.
“I don’t wanna go shopping with you, damn shitty hair!” Lie.
“Come on Bakugou, you know you want to really. It’ll be fun!” Truth; as far as Aiko could tell at least. Maybe ‘shitty hair’ wasn’t sure they would have fun? More than likely he wasn’t sure that this Bakugou guy wanted to go with him, he didn’t have her quirk after all.
“Yeah, come on blasty, go on a little man date with Kirishima!” Came a third, sniggering voice.
Despite her intentions to lose herself in her book, the words ‘man date’ had her ears twitching to listen closer. She knew she was too nosy for her own good sometimes. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.
“SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” Truth. What the hell was with this guy?!
“Hey, calm down man, it’s not his fault he’s an idiot.” Truth. Aiko bit back a snicker of her own.
“Hey! I resent that!” Truth. “You know better than to bait Bakugou like that, Kaminari. It was pretty un-manly of you.” Truth.
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An angry grumble sounded behind her before ‘Bakugou’ spoke again. “Him being a moron doesn’t change shit!” Truth. Grumble. “I’m still not fucking going.” Half truth. Wait, did this guy want to be talked into it?
“Whatever you say. I’m outta here anyway, gotta go ask Sero if he can help me finish my homework before next lesson or I’m screwed.” Truth; “Oh, and I found this near your desk.” Lie; “I figured you must have dropped it, oh great King Trash-mouth; it’s you as a kid, right?” Her quirk didn’t immediately tell her if that part was true or not and before Aiko could ponder the individual sentences, she heard what sounded like a sheaf of paper crinkling as it moved through the air, probably being passed on, followed by an explosion and an angry yell as Bakugou leapt to his feet, jarring the table.
“YOU LITTLE FUCKIN-!” A yelp of fear rang out from Kamimari before she heard laughter and running as the boy made his exit. Oh god, It was explosion boy from the school sports festival!! A second, smaller, explosion crackled behind and above her and Aiko struggled to remain seated rather than leap to her feet and bolt for the exit, possibly drawing the blood thirsty boy’s attention.
“Fucking idiot.” She heard him growl as he sat back down to low whispers from Kirishima telling him to “Calm the hell down man.” and “It was only a picture.” Something fluttered down over her table and she lowered her manga, closing it with a quiet snap to stare at a smouldering picture of an angry Pomeranian biting at someone’s trouser leg as the paper danced to a stop; an unlikely centrepiece.
Aiko immediately clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from blurting out the thought that that was quite possibly the most terrifying and hilarious thing she’d ever witnessed, before she got herself in trouble. Her friends stared wide eyed between one another and her before one jammed a thumb towards the exit and mouthed ‘let’s go!’. She nodded, unceremoniously stuffing her beloved manga away once more, before sneakily collecting the still slightly smoking picture.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she grabbed her food tray and started walking while eating, heading for the bin on the way out. As she passed Bakugou’s table she snuck a peek as she shovelled a handful of rice into her mouth, uncaring if anyone thought it was weird. She couldn’t make out what the red haired Kirishima said, but she clearly heard explosion boy’s reply, after an exasperated huff.
“Fine, fuck it! I’ll go with you!” Truth. “But I won’t enjoy it, damned shitty hair.” The lat was the most grumbling, blatant, lie she might have ever heard.
The sky was a burst of oranges, pinks and purples by the time Aiko finally exited the library that evening, the sun hanging low and weary just above the horizon. She made her way along the path to her dorm building, one of the furthest from the main campus, as class’s 1-A and B had to be closer in case of villain attacks. She had finished most of her homework before leaving the library; her evening totally free for cooking, eating, reading and maybe even an hour or so playing video games with her friend the floor below her. It was looking like a pretty good start to the weekend.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts as she strolled through the darkening grounds, a sudden laugh startled her. She looked quickly around, grabbing her bag tighter to use as a weapon. It wasn’t like she couldn’t look after herself, she thought. All the students at U.A were taught how to fight after all. She just didn’t like being surprised.
Aiko squinted into the distance toward the 1-A dorms and saw two figures highlighted in the yellow glow of the first floor windows against the deepening bruise of the sky above. The one that had laughed was standing, throwing a ball up in the air and catching it as the other pressed his body repeatedly to the ground and back up. Pushups? Even after a whole school day training to be heroes? Class 1-A was no joke, she thought. Another laugh rang from the one with the ball and she heard him tease the other.
“Admit it man, you’ve got it bad. A blind, one armed monkey could tell!” Half truth. Her quirk stuttered to filter out the truth in the statement. The other boy most likely ‘had it bad’ but she doubted that a blind, one armed monkey could have told him the same thing, and ball-boy must have thought the same to throw her quirk off like that.
“Dude!” The one doing push-ups grunted as his arms straightened. “I told you! we’re just bros.” Half truth, again.
“I’m straight up calling bull on that. You’re totally gay for him and you know it.” Truth, as far as Aiko could tell, but her quirk wouldn’t get past the niggling fact that ball-boy might not know if push-up boy actually knew it.
“I am not!” Lie. Oh be still, my fan-girling heart! She thought to herself, stopping dead in her tracks. Why did she have to be this way? Almost exasperated, she shook her head and began stepping again. It could mean anything, really, now that she thought about it - she hadn’t heard the whole conversation.
Another laugh rang from the boy standing as he caught the ball again. “You lie, bro.”
“Shut up man, what count am I on?”
“125.” Truth.
“Awesome! Twenty-five more and it’s time for squats!” His excitement over so much exercise was almost scary.
“But you just did fifty squats!” Truth. “And you promised to let me kick your ass at Mortal Kombat!” Half truth.
Up. Down. Up. Push-up boy grunted with exertion, “It would be un-manly of me to just let you win, dude.” Un-manly? Wait a minute...
Aiko saw the red of push-up boy’s hair just as his companion gave an exasperated huff. “Kirishima! Just hurry up! You’re on 129. Go faster, or I’m telling Bakugou you think tomorrow is your first date.” Half truth. She was almost level with them now, but a far enough distance away to not look like she was blatantly eavesdropping.
She knew it was bad, and if they asked her what she was doing she was royally screwed, but In for a penny, in for a pound, right? Bending to untie and re-tie her shoe, she canted an ear in their direction as she heard Kirishima choke and splutter at his companion’s audacity.
“Kaminari, my man, if you go anywhere near Bakugou after what you did earlier-” Aiko heard a puff of breath as Kirishima pushed himself up once more, “He’s liable to punch your head through the nearest wall.” Truth. Hot damn, explosion boy was something else. She almost felt bad for this Kirishima and his crush on the guy.
“But you said you did damage control!” Truth.
“What am I on? And I did.” Truth. Down and back up, “That’s why he didn’t chase after you” - grunt- “ram you in a trash can, and blast you into space” -grunt- “his words, not mine.” Truth.
“134.” Truth. Kaminari groaned. “See, this is what I mean too - that bastard is always nice to you. If you’d have done that he would have just called you a dumbass or something.” Half truth. “He’s totally gay for you too!” Truth, as far as Kaminari believed. Aiko felt like she was watching a drama, and this was one of the scenes only the ‘audience’ got to see, that held vital information unknown to the main characters. Geez, I’m such a nerd. She untied her laces again.
“He’s not.” Truth, in Kirishima’s eyes at least, “And I’d get blasted in the face just like everyone else.” Truth. Her heart gave a twinge for the redhead, who was fast becoming her new favourite ‘character’.
“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause he knows you’re, like, an actual brick wall.” It was said offhandedly as Kaminari waved a hand in dismissal, catching the ball with his other, but the truth rang through Aiko’s head all the same. “Besides, he’d never threaten to shove you in a trash can and blast you into orbit, let alone do it. He likes you too much man, you can trust me on that. 139, by the way.” Her quirk sifted through the multiple sentences and zinged an overwhelming truth through her mind.
She re-tied her shoelace one last time and stood; she knew she couldn’t stay any longer, but she shuffled her bag around a little anyway.
“Really?” The optimistic lift to his voice made Aiko’s heart flip. He was giving himself away, she thought, with a sidelong glance at the illuminated pair.
“Ha! See, told you you had it bad!”
“Did you trick me?! Totally un-manly bro!” To his credit, Kirishima didn’t leap up at his companion, he just dipped right back into another push-up.
“No! No tricks man, I just want you to be happy - even if it is with that giant asshole.” Truth. Aiko felt the sudden need for a tissue; these guys had just become her BROTP.
“You like him too, don’t even deny it.” She could see Kirishima’s teeth bared in a friendly grin as he tilted his head up to his classmate, highlighted shockingly white by the light from the dorms, and Aiko bit back the gasped demand to know why they were so pointy before it could burst out of her. She started walking at a snail's pace as Kaminari gave another dismissive wave.
“Yeah, yeah. I ain’t saying he’s not my friend, but the like is waaay different.” Truth. “You’re like the sunshine to his shitty, village destroying, volcanic eruption or something.” Truth.
“Dude!” Kirishima began to laugh, his arms shaking from the strain of keeping himself up while his core was busy twitching in time with his laughter. Aiko hoped the redhead didn’t lose it completely - he only had four more to go at this point. After a moment he composed himself and huffed in a few breaths, pressing down and back up before grinning up at his yellow haired friend again. “You gotta stop writing shitty poetry in your room, that was so lame!” Half truth. “What number am I on?” He dropped down and back once more.
“Hey! I don’t write poetry in my room, man!” Lie. “Ah crap, I lost count.” Truth.
“One hundred and forty-eight!” She yelled to them before she realised what she was doing. Aiko clapped a hand over her mouth as the pairs’ curious gazes settled on her. Her eyes widened in panic.
“Thanks! Hey, what’re you-”
She didn’t wait to hear the end of the sentence that would have been her doom, she simply jammed her fingers in her ears, pivoted on her heel, and bolting straight to her dorms.
Once again Aiko sat scribbling notes in class, her attention not solely focused on the task, BL on her mind; though this time it was a real ‘pairing’ and not one from the pages of a manga that occupied her thoughts.
After her brush with her now official BROTP, Aiko’s weekend had gone pretty smoothly - for the most part. she’d played video games and ate celebratory pizza with a friend as they’d gushed to her about a great first date on Friday night - after she had run pell mell into the lounge in a complete panic, of course. Saturday she’d slept in and finished her homework before another friend had banged on her door with bags of junk food, crying that his pet goldfish had died. They had watched finding nemo in her honour, and had gotten fat on cake and chocolate, before Aiko had turned in early for the night.
Sunday she had broken her nose.
She had risen early and made her way to the huge gym on the main campus to work off all the calories she’d indulged in over the past couple of days. Just as she had switched over to a treadmill with a view of the sparing area, Kirishima and Bakugou had stepped up to fight each other.
Aiko had stood on her stationary treadmill, staring in shock until she realised and started it up, adjusting her baseball cap lower just in case the redhead looked over and recognised her from his brief look at her before.
The use of quirks for sparring was strictly prohibited in the gym, a fact Aiko was quite glad of when Bakugou first threw Kirishima to the mat by grabbing his face and sweeping his legs from under him. There was no doubt that the move would normally have been accompanied by one of those terrifying explosions of his. No one around her spoke and without her quirk kicking up a fuss trying to analyse everything, she was able to simply watch the two try to tear each other apart.
They punched, kicked, dodged and weaved, grunting as they were each hit in turn, both shouting out when they threw a particularly hard punch. They fought for a solid four minutes -she timed them- before breaking away to opposite sides of the huge mat, sweating and out of breath, but both grinning. She watched as several drops of sweat dripped from explosion boy’s hands to the floor beside the mat. His hands sweat that much? Must be his quirk.
“That all you got, shitty hair?!” Bakugou growled out, shit eating grin flashing at the redhead opposite him as he roughly dragged his sweaty palms down his sides to dry them. Kirishima laughed warmly.
“You wish, man.” Lie. “I’m just getting started!” Truth. He grabbed the front of his tank top, yanking it up to wipe the sweat from his face.
Aiko’s eyes widened, not at the redhead, but at Bakugou’s face.
The moment Kirishima’s stomach had been revealed, the grin had slipped from his face, his own eyes had widened and he had stared. His expression had flashed predatory for barely a second, before he caught himself. His top lip curled back in anger and he wrenched his eyes from his classmate, mouthing the word “dumbass!” to himself as he glared venomously into the mat.
Oh dear god. It wasn’t one sided! Aiko’s heart hammered in her chest as she jabbed a finger on the button to increase the treadmills speed a couple of notches. She had to work off her sudden burst of nervous energy or she was in danger of popping.
“Hey, shitdick! Quit fucking around and fight me already!”
The angry command wrenched her eyes from the screen displaying how many calories she’d burnt and she immediately refocused on the pair.
Kirishima laughed, completely oblivious to his ‘bro’s’ inner turmoil. “‘Kay!” He stepped forward onto the mat, toothy grin in place as he assumed a fighting stance. “Ready?”
“Fuck yeah.” Aiko didn’t need her quirk to work out if that was true or not.
Bakugou launched himself at Kirishima, attacking him relentlessly for the next three minutes. It was like he was actually trying to beat his feelings out of the person he had them for. Kirishima was on the defensive, taking blow after punishing blow as Bakugou smashed his fists into him like he was tenderising a piece of meat.
The phrase ‘like a brick wall’ flashed through her mind and she suddenly remembered the redhead’s quirk from the school sports festival. No wonder that Kaminari guy had said Bakugou only blew up Kirishima’s face cause he knew he could handle it! She immediately accepted the headcanon and refocused on the fight once more, prodding the increase speed button a couple more times.
The redhead took an open palmed blow to the gut and shifted back with it, grabbing his explosive friend’s arm as he went. He manoeuvred them quickly, yanking the arm at the same moment he swept Bakugou’s legs and shoved his other shoulder down with his free hand. They landed with a thud, Kirishima straddling his classmate’s waist. Pink spread across the blond’s cheeks as the boy atop him pumped a fist into the air.
“Yes! That was so manly!” Truth! “Did you see that Baku-“. His distraction had cost him. Bakugou shot an arm up to grab the back of his still raised bicep, yanking with force as he used his legs to propel his hips up. The movement sent explosion boy into a kind of backwards roll, Kirishima helpless against the momentum until he was the one splayed out on the mat beneath his friend. Bakugou leapt back immediately as though burnt and stood, chest heaving, glowering over a slack jawed Kirishima, who stared up at him with a mix of awe and helpless adoration on his face.
When the redhead unconsciously bit his lip, explosions crackled suddenly across Bakugou’s palms. Eyes widening, he shot his hands an indignant glare, turning with a “tchh” and stomping to his side of the mat. He kept his back turned as he violently rubbed his hands on his clothes. Aiko could hear his angry growls from where she ran. Kirishima got to his feet, but didn’t move to his own side. He faced Bakugou, his back to the rest of the gym.
“Hey, you okay bro?” Was he really that oblivious?! He had literally just made the blond explode with a bite of his lip for Godsake.
“I’m fine!” Lie. Bakugou turned his murderous gaze on the redhead, who instantly assumed a fighting stance. Aiko watched his hardening quirk ripple briefly across his back beneath his shirt; he must have known what was coming.
If only she had been prepared.
“No fucking breaks!” With a guttural shout, Bakugou launched himself into the air, directly at his classmate. His shins connecting with shoulders. Unable to block it Kirishima fell back onto the mat, grabbing Bakugou’s thighs as they skidded with the force of their momentum.
One of the blond’s hands shoved roughly into red hair, fisting it as they stopped moving. He drew his other arm back, palm aimed at the face between his legs, carmine eyes burning with victory and canines flashing in a grin that wouldn’t have been out of place on the devil himself.
The sight had stopped Aiko dead in her tracks.
The next thing she had seen had been Recovery Girl’s old puckered lips slowly shrinking back into her face. It was definitely no comparison. She sighed.
She’d been given the Monday off for almost braining herself, but had ended up coming in after lunch because she’d finished the latest volume in the manga series she had been reading. She had been driving herself crazy thinking about the two boys in class 1-A.
How could two people really be that obtuse?
Maybe she should tell that Kirishima guy that his feelings were reciprocated? But then, she only really had circumstantial evidence and a mild concussion to go on.
Perhaps she could hit both of them with her quirk and let them work it out amongst themselves. If she was caught she was a goner though, with no way to lie her way out of it. But she had a feeling that if she didn’t do something the two would just go on pining after each other, and she’d be powerless to stop eavesdropping on them. For the sake of everyone involved, especially her, she had to-
The sound of the bell had her almost jumping out of her skin, “It’s for the sake of love!” She blurted out before she managed to stuff her fist in her mouth. Ignoring the smattering of laughs from her classmates Aiko jumped up, haphazardly scooping her things into her bag, and took off for her next class.
All she needed was an opportunity...
Over the next few days she skulked, hid, followed and, surprisingly enough, accidentally bumped into her three targets, collecting as much information as she could. She couldn’t risk going in unprepared and getting her ass handed to her by ‘basty’, as she’d heard Kaminari call him.
Thursday morning, she had been pondering if stalking would harm her planned career goal in law enforcement, standing nonchalantly by a water fountain, when the green haired boy from class 1-A had approached her shyly. “Um, I’ve seen you around a lot lately. Are you by any chance following-”
Panicked, Aiko had immediately thrown her head back with a loud wail to block out his next words, feigning tears. As the poor boy had run to frantically look for a teacher she bolted to her next lesson, heart in her throat. She was careful to check if he was around before she eavesdropped for the rest of the day. By the end of the day though, she finally had her opening; Bakugou and Kirishima would be in the gym Friday after school.
Having no need to follow them around anymore, Aiko was unpleasantly surprised the next morning when she rounded a corner, almost late for class, and caught sight of Bakugou’s back as he kicked a bin and grumbled to himself. She came to an immediate halt and silently backtracked. Heart beating wildly, she waited for the blond to make his way down the otherwise isolated corridor.
“Stupid shitty hair. ‘Are you avoiding me bro?’ Fuck do you think?!” Bakugou impersonated Kirishima’s voice as he muttered. Aiko heard a palm thud against the wall - he was further down the corridor.
“Fucking feelings. I don’t need this shit.” Half truth. “Ah fuck, I’m gonna be late.” Truth. She didn’t even bother pondering on the why of the Half truth as she peered quietly around the corner to see if he had gone. Stepping into the gloriously empty passage she hurried to class. It was settled - those boys were about to get a whole lot more honest with each other over the weekend.
Friday evening came all too quickly for Aiko’s liking. She couldn’t risk going into the gym after the pair and knocking herself out shipping them again, so she loitered a distance from the exit with her head in a text book. Every time the door opened and sweaty, tired students loped out, her head snapped up. She had her plan; she was going to walk past them and casually brush her hand on a bit of bare skin. It sounded simple enough, but her heart beat a staccato rhythm against her ribs with every student that wasn’t them.
Putting her book away, she steeled herself. Soon. They’d be out soon. She turned, walked farther away from the exit and pivoted, ready to start walking when they appeared, hoping she looked unassuming. As if summoned, suddenly they were there, Bakugou’s voice preceding their exit. “Learn to fucking block then, moron.”
She started walking as Kirishima laughed, neither of them paying her the slightest bit of attention. Lucky. The redhead was slightly ahead, hand on his hip as he stopped to look back at his classmate. She didn’t even hear what he said, blood rushed through her ears so loudly. Almost. She sped up slightly, reaching her opposite hand over to appear to be going for her bag. All she needed was to touch him with the tip of her finger...
“Oops, didn’t see you there!” Truth. Her elbow banged into his and her eyes blew wide. No! It would be too weird to touch him now! But Bakugou... Aiko took another step, switching arms for an ‘accidental’ brush and...
“HEY! What the hell did you just do?!”
Success! She’d felt her quirk activate and drain away some of the ‘blurt it all out’ honesty from her. She took a couple more hurried steps away and pivoted to face them, quickly bowing.
“I’m sorry!” Because she was; sorry that she hadn’t gotten them both. She still couldn’t lie, but at least she didn’t burst out with her entire plan. Before the blond could say anything and realise what had happened, Kirishima spoke.
“Hey, It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Bakugou here’s a little brash but he’s cool, right bro?” Bakugou was too busy boring holes into her skull with his eyes to respond. He looked incredulous that she had dared touch him.
Kirishima continued again, not missing a beat. “Aren’t you that girl that knocked herself out last weekend? Be careful in there, okay?” Damn, he really was a ray of sunshine...
“Thank you, I will!” Be careful to wait until you’re gone to leave, that is. Maybe she’d take the inside route.
Aiko took Red's words as her queue to go and turned quickly, ducking into the gym and making her way straight to the exit through the school. She had only gotten one of them, and she had been panicked - so there was no way of knowing how long her quirk would affect him. She had once used it on her brother for stealing her chocolate stash and it had lasted six whole days, but she’d managed to keep her entire hand on him for almost five seconds before he’d broken free.
The amount of People she used it on also decreased the length it was active; she had been aiming to make them each honest for about twenty-four hours. There had only been a split second of contact with four fingertips, but she had been pretty desperate for it to succeed. Either way, it didn’t matter now, she could just wait until she started blurting things out again and she would know.
It was all on explosion boy now.