o2. queen’s anne lace

01.

“This is such a bad idea,” Tamaki muttered, even as he pulled out the knocked out brunet from beneath the rubble. It was only luck that his team was investigating the yakuza that night and that the guy seemed to have an ability that kept him from being crushed irreparably by the building falling on top of him.

“You say this after we’ve already pulled him out,” Nejire laughed, even as she took the prone form of the younger man over her shoulders and out of Amajiki’s grip. “Found anyone else, Lemillion?”

A blonde head popped out of the side of the ruined building followed by the rest of his body. “None, just our unlucky Yamada Tarou over there.” Mirio replied.

Nighteye sighed, “Just bring him in. We’ll figure everything out later.”

02.

Red Riot’s first mission…. Well, he’s glad it wasn’t solo. Kritiker became the family he never had, had taken him in after his whole life fell apart after the fire, had taught him how to use his newfound abilities, even gave him a new purpose…

And he almost cocks it up, because he nearly became sick at what he saw. The mission was simple enough — eliminate a dark beast who was trafficking children and… just seeing the condition they’re kept in made his blood boil and he was so ready to act now, even if it mucked up the whole operation. It was only Suneater’s hand on his arm that stopped him from blowing cover and cutting the bastard down right that moment. It goes well but…

Still, Kirishima cried to himself in the shower over the kids he couldn’t save.

03.

Team A… was interesting. Ground Zero, or rather Bakugou Katsuki, was an explosive blond (ha!) with a foul mouth and a nasty personality. Midoriya Izuku — or Deku, at night, — was the exact opposite, a sweet, shy guy who looked like he was more likely to help little old ladies cross streets than kill someone. Both were manly in different ways but… “How the hell do you two work together?”

“Hm?” Midoriya hummed to himself, finishing up a bouquet to be delivered later that night. The trio, over the last few weeks, had a system. They all worked in the shop during the mornings and the afternoon rush — and a rush? For flowers? Absolutely blew Eijirou’s mind — but during the day, Midoriya stayed in the shop, filling orders. Bakugou was sent to the back to tend to the fresh stock, while Kirishima was often tasked with deliveries (of which there were a lot). “Well, Kacchan and I have known each other forever, so we’re comfortable in each other’s space. And my mom worked at a flower shop, so we’ve grown up around flowers.”

“And the other half of the job?” Kirishima asked obliquely, looking around for any customers.

Midoriya didn’t even look perturbed, only smiling mysteriously and not answering the question at all. Yeah okay, so that was Midoriya being a “creepy fuck” as Bakugou liked to put it. He refused to tell how he got into the business, even though Kirishima spilled his life story — from the orphanage, to his rise in judo, to that horrible night his whole life fell apart. And when he asked Bakugou, he just got told to fuck off and not ask.

Well, eventually, they’ll be friends enough to tell him, right?

04.

Only a few months after joining the team, they gain a new member. Shouto — no family name given — was a frosty individual. He hardly interacted with anyone, only Midoriya, and that’s because Midoriya was tenacious and wouldn’t leave him alone.

Which surprised Eijirou when one night after a day in the shop, his new neighbor knocked on his door. Kirishima opened the door and blinked at Shouto. “What’s up man?”

“Do you have any extra dye?”

“Uh….” Kirishima scrambled for a moment. “Why? And how did you even know I got dyed hair?”

Shouto shrugged in response, “Midoriya mentioned that you’re not a natural redhead, and I was thinking… that it might not be bad to change my look a bit.”

Kirishima looked at Shouto’s distinctive, snowy white hair. Made sense. “Yeah, sure. I don’t know if I have a lot though.”

“That’s fine.”

“Then come on in,” Kirishima opened his door more, allowing the other man to enter.

(So, he really didn’t have enough hair dye, they found out.
Kirishima was willing to run out to the conbini for more, only Shouto stopped him.
The heterochromatic man stared into the mirror at his half dyed hair. “I like it.”

Kirishima personally thought that the half and half hairstyle was more distinctive than pure white, but if the guy liked it…
“It suits you, I think.”

The next morning in the communal kitchen behind the shop, Bakugou pitched a fit when he saw Shouto.
“The fuck you bastard. That’s worse than shitty hair’s flashiness!”

Shouto shrugged, continuing to pour himself some coffee.

“Bakugou,” he enunciated carefully around a yawn, “I don’t give a fuck.”)

05.

“Good morning guys!” Agent Uravity was bubbly evgen at five in the morning. “Froppy and I will watch the Koneko while you guys do a mission, unless one of you wants to drop out?” Her bright smile was a tad smaller so early.

Kirishima could see Shouto — who they’ve learned was at his worst in the mornings — leaning against the wall, while Bakugou lounged on the couch and Midoriya sat on the computer chair. “I think we need the mission first Uravity.”

“Uh, whoops, here you go!” She pointed something at the flat screen at the front, which revealed the hidden visage of All Might, their boss.

“Class A,” his distorted voice came from the speakers, “please deny these dark beasts their tomorrows.”