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“That’s the sappiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life,” Bakugo complained noisily, just to be shushed by his colleagues – for his total displeasure. “Explain to me again what the fuck we’re doing here?”

“Dude,” Kirishima said all on Bakugo’s face, eyes wide with second-hand excitement. “Can’t you just appreciate love happening?”

Needless to say, Bakugo growled at Kirishima making him back away, until a pink hand covered his mouth, Ashido held him from behind staying on her tiptoes to look over his shoulder.

“Can you be nice just this one time, please?” she requested, and he mumbled against her hand, probably trying to say something absurd like how he was always nice. “Aren’t you the one always saying how Midoriya is useless and doesn’t know how to go for what he wants?”

“Actually,” Kaminari said leaning closer, his eyes not leaving the scene developing a good three meters from them. “He’s the one to complain about Midoriya going after the things he wants.”

Bakugo growled again, but Ashido didn’t budge, even though she was chuckling.

“This is such a bad idea,” Iida mumbled to himself pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I don’t like it. This invasion of privacy.”

“You know, I think that’s the only rap album I like,” Jiro commented casually, a sack of popcorn in her hands, and they all looked at her confused. “Invasion of Privacy. Cardi B. Come on, guys, she was a true legend.”

Kaminari shook his head flabbergasted, mouth ajar.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said impressed.

“Excuse me,” Hagakure said stepping between Kaminari and Jiro to dramatically separate him. “The only romance I’m here to see is theirs.”

She pointed at the couple they’d been observing – two dorks who blushed at every hand-hold and push-of-stray-hair-from-the-cheek sitting on the next hill having a picnic. The group of school colleagues couldn’t see Hagakure’s hand – they couldn’t see her at all apart from the floating clothes – but they just knew she was pointing, they had become synchronized that way, 1-A.

“And we shouldn’t be doing that!” Iida interfered again, stepping in front of everyone, face tense with how against all of his principles it was what they were doing. “I vote we go do something else somewhere else. Ice cream, perhaps. It’s a lovely day.”

“Boo,” Jiro said, throwing a popcorn at him at the same time some complained of him standing on the way blocking the view.

Trying her best not to laugh, Yao-Momo stepped up to talk to him.

“Look, Mr. Iida, it’s not every day we have the chance to see something nice happening to one of us, let alone two.”

Yaoyorozu’s voice was so soothing and she talked in such a way that Iida relaxed right away, it was impressive to watch.

“Yao-Momo, I told to drop the ‘mister’,” he said earning a smile from her.

“They’re gonna kiss!” Shoji exclaimed, making everyone focus on what they had gone there to do.

“They really are!” Ashido said with the same excitement, consequently letting go of Bakugo.

Yaoyorozu pulled Iida to the side by his arm just in time for them to see Uraraka and Midoriya leaning in; his right hand cupped her cheek making her tilt her head to the left before their lips touched ever so timidly. Uraraka’s arm sneaked under Midoriya’s and she held on to his shoulder, pinky finger up so she wouldn’t accidentally activate her quirk as the kiss got a bit bolder – but just a little bit.

It lasted five, maybe ten seconds, and it was really sweet. Their group of classmates (well, most of them) looked so pleased to see such a scene and they were so satisfied to follow the couple all the way here to see it happen.

“Oh, and by the way,” Shoji said scratching the back of his neck. They were all looking at Midoriya and Uraraka still and they all froze when the couple looked over at them and waved blushing and smiling. “They know we’re here.”

A little embarrassed, they waved back.

“Show’s over, guys, let’s go,” Iida said firmer than he’d been talking before. He even sounded kind of proud. “Come on.”

“I’m not letting you choose where we go ever again,” Bakugo barked at Kirishima, who just laughed.

“Sure, dude,” he replied as they all left at a lazy pace.

At least they’d seen what they wanted to see – some love happening.