Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Disclaimer 2: Manga spoilers? Don't know if I can consider it so. I won't be touching anything from the latest arcs when it comes to plot, but the story happens after that particular interaction between Deku and Aoyama, so, well.

AMAZING POWERS OF OBSERVATION

(The case of Izuku Midoriya and Uraraka Ochako)

Chapter 1: The perks of people-watching.

A small glance, when she thought no one was looking.

Yes, just a petite look, to see if he's ok, to see if he's paying attention to class. 'I'm such a good friend', she must be thinking. It's good to have people like that in your life, isn't it, Midoriya? A person who's always looking after you, who glows like the brightest star whenever you smile, or when you talk to her.

Oh non, Ochako thinks he noticed. She quickly turns back to her own desk, face red as a tomato, as the boy simply looks around the class. His gaze lies on our poor Ochako for just a little bit longer, before he turns his attention back to class as well. With that, the bright light of love hides itself once more.

"Merde", Aoyama pouts, his eyes closed in indignance.

Truth be told, a classroom under the tutelage of Shota Aizawa was not the best place to watch the wonderful art of flirting. Well, maybe they would find exciting and daring, to devour each other with their eyes in such a non-adequate place...

Absurde! True and shining love was pure and fantastic, not some competition or bet. It should be shared between people with a special bond, a bond so beautiful and fantastic that nothing else mattered in the world. A simple action like stealing a glance or a look would ignite the air in a gulf of passion, light and spark.

It would be absolutely fabulous. Well, if the two fools managed to even hold a conversation when the two of them were alone, which was never, since one or the other would rush off with some pathétique excuse, like needing to go to the toilet, or hearing someone calling.

Tsk, tsk, such lack of etiquette.

"Wouldn't it be formidable if you confessed your feelings right away, mon chère? You know how his eyes lighten up whenever you talk to him, if you only realized why, you would…"

"Dude", a voice whispered on his left side, interrupting his musings.

Aoyama slowly turned his head towards the source of the voice, only to see…

"Oui, my dear Kirishima? What is it that troubles you?", he happily asked his redhead classmate, who was currently glancing at him with a strange expression. Like a deer caught in headlight.

"Uh…", he started, his mouth slightly agape. "I know you and Midoriya are, like, good friends now, but… is he rubbing off on you?"

Aoyama raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, you've been muttering to yourself for like ten minutes now", he explained, grinning and showing his shark-like teeth. "Midoriya is an inspiring dude, but damn."

Aoyama's eyes widened, before he giggled softly, sparkles surrounding him as he did so.

"On, non, non, my dear friend, you are mistaken!", he answered, amused by his classmate's theory. "Why, yes, it's true that Midoriya and I have forged a bond of friendship, but that is not the reason I, like you said, mutter. I do so because of the bond between two of our camarades in this class, rather interesting ones, I might say."

"Oh, okay", Kirishima simply responded, before turning back to his studies. Aoyama maintained his sly smile and waited.

The only sound he could hear was of pencils being dragged on paper, but glancing to the left, he could see the redhead frowning. Sometimes, he would glance around the class, probably trying to figure out who Aoyama meant. He looked towards the other side of the class, where Mina, Jirou and Hagakure sat. In the front, Iida, Ochako and Momo dutifully paying attention to class. Kirishima bit his pencil, surely failing to guess who Aoyama was talking about.

The twinkling student simply waited, smirking to himself.

After some long minutes, he heard it:

"Psst, Aoyama", Kirishima whispered, trying to get his attention.

"Oui?", he responded quietly, the smile never leaving his face.

"Who are these two people with a, uh, bond you were talking about?", he asked in a shy tone, a behaviour uncommon to him.

Aoyama's sly smile morphed into a smug one. "Oh~, aren't you curious, Kirishima? Maybe the two of them like privacy?"

"Oh, don't be a pain, dude!", he exclaimed in a low voice. "Aren't you nosy as well?"

Aoyama put a finger on his chin, humming. Well, monsieur Red Riot had a point: he had been prying into dear Ochako and Midoriya's business as well. Such things wasn't classy at all. Surely the two of them wouldn't like if their burning passions for one another was public knowledge, after all, even the two themselves didn't knew it. Both would remain an awkward mess until they inevitably got together, something that would depend entirely on the two. And let's be honest: the chance of any of the two silly fools actually stepping forward was almost null.

Hmmmm. Hm.

Maybe.

Maybe he could do something about it.

Aoyama's face brightened up in realization, "Oui, of course!", he mentally exclaimed. He could solve this affair in the most fabulous and wonderful way! And of course, he would need a… assistant. Someone trustworthy.

Turning to Kirishima, he smiled once again. "I must agree, my dear friend, I've been nosy as well. But, there is something we could do to remedy this situation!"

Kirishima raised a brow, confused. "What? What do you mean, dude?"

Aoyama raised his hands (low enough so Aizawa couldn't spot him) and sparkles came out of them as he explained it in the most flamboyant way.

"We shall be chevaliers of love, my dear Kirishima! The heroes who will unite two flames of love into one bright bonfire! A fabulous one at that!"

Kirishima stared at his classmate with eyes wide. His mouth opened once or twice, the redhead not knowing what to say.

"What?"

"Shush, my faithful squire! Otherwise monsieur Aizawa will discover our little business!", Aoyama declared, demanding that Kirishima would lower his voice. The teacher kept his monotone lesson, not noticing the two boys in the back whispering among themselves.

The hardening hero shook his head, trying to see if he was dreaming. When he found Aoyama still looking at him with a smug smile and bright sparks around him, he sighed.

"Dude, I don't know what you are talking about. Actually, I don't even know who you're talking about!"

Aoyama kept the smirk as he stealthily pointed towards the front of their seat rows, his pointing finger below the desk.

"Gaze ahead for a little bit, mon cher ami", he instructed.

Kirishima frowned, but complied. Looking ahead, he couldn't see anything out of place: in his seat row (which was right by the window) he could see Sato, Shoji, Ochako and Tokoyami, all paying attention to class.

In Aoyama's row, Kaminari sat right in front of the sparkly hero, his head pending forth and back in a brave battle against sleep. Beyond his blond friend, Tsuyu, Midoriya and Momo sat in total attention, not not missing one word from Aizawa.

There was nothing strange or worthy of attention. 'What is he even talking abo…', he started to think, before he noticed a small movement from a student sitting two desks away from him.

Uraraka Ochako glanced right, and kept looking for a few seconds, before returning the attention to class again.

'Huh', Kirishima mused, raising a brow. 'What's she looking at?'

Moving his eyes to the right, he once again didn't find anything strange. No one was doing anything worthy of attention, simply a classroom dutifully studying without any kind of…

Midoriya glanced left, interrupting the redhead's thoughts. Midoriya, same way as Uraraka, kept the look for three or four seconds before returning the to his own studies.

Kirishima frowned. Was it something between the seat rows? There was nothing interesting there either. Midoriya and Ochako were sitting practically side by side, and judging by their fields of vision, the only thing they could be looking at was…

'...'

'...'

'HOLY SHIT!', Kirishima almost yelled upon the realization, perking up and almost dropping his notebook on the ground.

This got the attention of the class, who turned back to see what the fuss was all about. Aizawa's stare almost drilled a hole on Kirishima's head, his expression sour when the boy interrupted his lecture. Everyone was looking at him with a confused look, the noise waking even Kaminari, who was rubbing his eyes and looking at his redhead friend.

"Mr. Kirishima, is there anything you would like to add to the lesson?", Aizawa asked, his voice almost a growl.

"Uhh, n-no, nothing, Mr. Aizawa! I'm sorry, I just got distracted, that's all!", he mumbled, raising his hands apologetically.

Aizawa frowned for a second, before returning to the lesson. "If you get distracted again, maybe it would be good for you to have a few lessons with the Principal", he simply said, not even looking at Kirishima.

As the class turned towards the teacher once again, Kirishima waved dismissively towards Kaminari (who was asking if he was sleeping too), before swallowing hard. After a few moments, he glanced towards Aoyama. With his legs crossed and his torso slightly turned to Kirishima, the sparkly boy supported his chin with a hand, while the look on his face was saying "See what I mean?".

"Dude", he whispered again, careful to not alert anyone of their conversation. "If this for real? Midoriya and Ochako are, like, they are…"

"They are nothing as of now, my dear", Aoyama interrupted, lifting a hand. "There is only the embers of passion, begging the world to be lit up. And you and I will help to make this ember a roaring and shiny flame!"

Kirishima looked ahead, spying his two friends: the shy, but heroic, green-haired boy with an amazing quirk but little control over it (even if he seemed to be getting a little better with it). On his side, the bubbly and bright Ochako, always looking happy and with an 'you can do it!' attitude.

Something clicked on Kirishima's mind. It was obvious! How didn't he see it before? The two of them were friend, oh, yeah, of course, but everytime they were left alone they would get flustered and start to stutter and couldn't say a word without getting red as tomatoes and…

'Oh god, they would be so cute together', he managed to get his mind slip that little thought. No problem with something softy like that, right? There was nothing as manly as true love!

He turned to look at Aoyama, who was still in that flamboyant pose, smirking expectantly. Kirishima smirked as well, giving his classmate a small thumbs up.

"I'm up for it, Aoyama!", he whispered, smiling. "They are too cute to be apart. Whatever it is you have planned, I'm in!"

Aoyama's grin got bigger, and the boy returned to his normal position, but still looking at Kirishima.

"I knew you would see to reason, mon cher ami!", he answered, sparkles coming out of him. Kirishima always wondered how he managed to do that. "Now we shall wait for a bit, I still have to come up with a plan. We need to be subtle, after all."

Kirishima muffled a laughter. "Yeah, i'd like to see how you could be subtle", he snickered, before adopting a pensive expression. "Yo, Aoyama, forgot to ask: how did you noticed it?"

Aoyama giggled softly with his eyes closed, glancing slightly at the redhead.

"With my amazing powers of observation, mon ami", he stated.

Kirishima frowned in disbelief. "Dude, you mean you've been watching them? Isn't that, like, voye...vouye…"

"Please do not taint the sacré tongue, my dear", Aoyama interrupted, faking an insulted expression and pouting. "I was merely watching the amorous interactions of a good friend of mine and the perfect match for him. Nothing wrong with it, I assure you."

After Aoyama made his declaration, Kirishima scratched his head with wide eyes. 'Well, his intentions seemed good enough. He had seen how Aoyama and Midoriya started to hang out on the dorms, becoming good friends almost out of nowhere. If he was doing it on behalf of a bro, well, the least he could do was help.

But of course, without any voye.. voyeurism. The word made another question pop on Kirishima's mind.

"Dude, sorry if that's rude, but…", he started to ask, scratching his chin. "Are you actually french?"

Aoyama, upon hearing the question, simply gave him a sly smile. He winked, sparkles appearing out of nowhere, and left the question unanswered, to Kirishima's dismay.

Before he could ask something else, they heard a loud buzz. Class was over.

A/N: Oh god, sorry about the french bits.

Anyway, here's a story about Aoyama helping his now good friend Midoriya in matters of love. He will have the help of our favorite redhead hero, among other Class 1-A students.

You'll find his methods way more subtle and considerate than someone would expect from sparkly boy. Love is a delicate matter, after all.