Bakudeku and Kirikami are two of the most precious and awesome ships of all time, so it was only inevitable that I'd made a one-shot book to honour them!
Each one-shot tends to be from 1000-5000 words (maybe even more?) and I'm not horrible at the...
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Well, gents, looks like imma make a flustered Kami and gentleman Kiri with a smidge of angst! Thanks for the votes UwU
AU: Normal Warnings: Mild alcohol use
[Kaminari's POV]
5pm, Kami, meet me at the lobby Don't be late!
~ sent 4.14pm
So I'm going on my first date. My first date ever.
That date happens to be with my closest, best friend, who has literally seen every cloth in my closet by the amount of times we've met up.
What's worse is I can't go shopping for something besides shorts and sweats, and all of my jackets are in the washing! BECAUSE KIRISHIMA LITERALLY ASKED ME OUT FORTY FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THE DATE!!!
I think that just about sums up the first fifteen minutes that I'd wasted. It was just me emptying out my closet, looking for something at least appropriate to wear to a date. The last-minute option that I'd come down to, if all was lost, was a tight black top from middle school that, after months of growth, stops at my mid forearm and in line with my rib cages and also made me suffocate, as well as a baggy pair of faded three-quarter jeans - I really haven't gone out for anything formal since my middle school's farewell party!
There was a point in that crisis mode where I'd resulted to calling Sero, who responds by saying Midoriya was my best bet. So that's what I did, calling him and rushing to tell him the current dilemma I was forced to face.
"It's a good thing Sero told you to call me! We have similar body figures!" he says, and it's true - we're both equally as short and have similarly built.
I'm sent to his room, to which he looks me over again and again, mumbling quietly to himself.
"Do you know what kind of approach you want to your dress?" he asks. "Like cute, or casual?"
"Casual," I firmly say, before adding, "But make me look presentable."
He think a little more. "Are you okay with wearing make-up? I feel like the look I'm going for would suit it!"
I might have flinched at that, but I couldn't be sure. I say "Yes" anyway, because I know that Midoriya is one of the most organised people I've met (besides Iida) and he would at least give me extra time to remove the make-up if I didn't like it.
"I'm gonna call one of the girls over to do your make-up, kay? But you can change into this," he says, somehow easily picking out two items of clothing: a denim jacket and navy-blue pants. He then brings them up to me, checking whether I suited the outfit.
