I literally wrote all of this today in the last five hours. I was at a comic con all weekend, and I came home like 'oh yeah fanfiction right gotta write that.' Anyways, enjoy!

"You know, one of these days I'd appreciate a normal date."

Her hero immediately pouted, and Asagao held in a laugh. "I thought you said you were excited to come!"

Snickering, the florist bumped her shoulder against his. "I'm messing with you, Izuku. So where are we meeting up with everyone?"

"They should be here by now— oh, there's Kacchan!" Izuku pointed, his eyes brightening. He began tugging her along, and Asagao let herself be guided, appreciating a moment to look around.

The convention center they were in was absolutely massive. Everywhere Asa looked, there were shouting vendors, colorful signs, action figures, and heroes of every size, shape, and age, and she knew that if she hadn't been completely wrapped up in her fascination, she would've felt overwhelmed. The annual January Tokyo hero conference was well known around the world, and, obviously, Asa had been Izuku's first choice as his plus one.

She was shaken out of her reverie by the jostle of Izuku waving his free hand excitedly. When violet eyes re-focused on their objective, Asagao immediately felt a million questions spring up in the back of her mind, mainly:

Were Ground Zero and Red Riot holding hands?

"Midoriya-kun!" Kirishima greeted with a wide, toothy smile. "How's it going? And Nakano-san! I'm so glad you're here, too! It's pretty crazy, right?"

Asa let out a laugh, "Yeah, it's a lot." The redhead nodded understandingly, and the florist let her gaze travel back down to the pair of joined hands in front of her. "So…just curious—"

Before she could get out another word, Bakugo stepped forward. "Gotta problem with it?" he growled.

She put up her hands in a peaceful gesture. "No, no, not at all! I just didn't—" Asa turned to give Izuku a questioning look. "You didn't mention it, why not?"

Her hero shrugged. "They keep it on the down low. All the heroes know, but they try to keep it out of the public eye so they—"

"YOU CALLIN' ME A COWARD, DEKU?" Bakugo roared.

Asagao jumped at the sudden volume change, but Kirishima just chuckled, lifting his free hand and smoothing a piece of ash blonde hair out of the explosive hero's eyes. As he did so, Asa noticed a sparkle on his finger— oh, it was a ring! With a little red ruby on it! That's so cute!

"You know he didn't mean it that way," Kirishima soothed. Bakugo huffed, and his apparent fiancé turned to give Asa a smile. "It was my decision to not be super public about it. Not that we don't think people would be accepting or anything— we just work with different agencies, people like to make up gossip, blah blah blah. I don't know, there were just a lot of things to think about. It's just easier this way!"

As Asa nodded, Bakugo's lip jutted out in a pout. "We're in the top ten. If anyone says anything, then I don't give a fu—"

"We're well aware you don't care, Kacchan," Izuku laughed.

"Literally everyone is aware of that."

The group turned to see Todoroki, stoic as ever, and Asagao brightened. "Hey!"

"Hi," he nodded cordially. "So what is it that Bakugo-kun doesn't care about this time?"

Kirishima— clearly abandoning all pretense of being casual— slung an affectionate arm around Bakugo's shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Oh, just me and my husband-to-be and how we're still not public even though the wedding is in seven months, that's all."

Asa opened her mouth to ask if they'd hired a florist yet, but Bakugo's hands started popping in aggravation.

"DON'T MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I'M ASHAMED OF YOU, DAMMIT!" he shouted. He pushed Kirishima off of him, and Asagao was just about to ask Izuku if this was normal, when Bakugo grabbed his fiancé by the shirt collar and crushed his lips against his.

"Aww," Asagao said.

"Why is he like this," Todoroki droned at the exact same time.

Izuku just chuckled. "Kirishima-kun has a point, though. People will definitely find out once they're married. It'd probably be best to go ahead and make an announcement before someone else does it for them."

"Yeah," Asa sighed, "From experience, I can agree with that."

Though she hadn't meant it to, her statement caused her boyfriend to press a kiss to her hair— and she wasn't going to complain.

The next moment, the engaged couple in front of them finally broke apart, and they had very different reactions. While Kirishima's face was as red as his hair, Bakugo simply put up a middle finger and said, "THERE! SEE? NOT ASHAMED!"

"If you're not ashamed, do it again!" a familiar goading voice called out. This time when they turned around, it was to see most of the rest of Izuku's graduating class.

Kaminari was grinning like a crazy man, and Jirou was hiding her face in her hands next to them. Besides them, there was also Momo and Iida, both of whom were holding hands and waved kindly at her, as well as Lemillion and Suneater, who she hadn't met yet, though she knew they got married a couple years ago.

Suddenly, Asagao realized she needed to get some vital information if she was going to be socializing with all these people for a day, and she cleared her throat loudly over the beginnings of catch-up conversation. All eyes turned to her, and she blushed.

"Sorry, I just…I just found out about Bakugo-san and Kirishima-san, and I—" she struggled to figure out how to say it, "—long story short, my brother is bisexual, and I want to be respectful, and I just don't wanna, like, make any assumptions or call anyone by the wrong pronouns, so— not that you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable, but—"

Thankfully, her ramblings were cut off by a chorus of different words.

"Genderfluid."

"Straight!"

"Pan, I think?"

"Meh, I don't really care."

"Lesbian!"

"Queer."

"They/them pronouns, please."

"I'm ace," was the final answer, given by Todoroki in a deadpan, and Asagao nodded.

"Sorry if that was weird," Asa added quickly. "I just don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or something."

"Never apologize for being respectful, Nakano-san!" Iida called out, slicing his hand neatly through the air. "It is not often that people are so considerate! I know that I and my classmates appreciate it!"

There was a round of nods, and Asagao let out a sigh of relief. At the same moment, Izuku squeezed her hand.

"Alright, bonfire happy time's over," Bakugo grunted. "Let's get to the games! I wanna beat Deku's time from last year!"

Violet eyes flickered to her boyfriend. "Games?"

Izuku nodded as the group began walking toward the far corner of the convention center. "They hold a lot of contests. It's not super serious—"

"YOU BETTER TAKE IT SERIOUS, DEKU!"

"—but," he continued, rolling his eyes and laughing, "it's just a fun thing for all the heroes to take part in. There's standard carnival games like dart throwing and stuff, and then there's combat-style competitions, too."

"Huh, sounds pretty cool."

"Yup! I think you should go for one," he said, bumping his shoulder against hers.

Asagao snorted. "We'll see. Is that why you told me to bring my gauntlet?"

"Yeah! I thought—"

A blur of blonde hair and bright blue eyes appeared out of thin air in front of them. "Hi there!"

The florist startled. "Oh! Lemillion! Hi!"

"Mirio," Suneater groaned softly next to him, his face ducked down. "You interrupted them. That's rude."

"Oh, sorry," the hero laughed brightly. "Didn't mean to, but we just haven't met! Midoriya-kun and I used to intern together when we were at UA!"

Asagao smiled. She knew that already because Izuku had told her— hearing the story meant a lot now that she knew Eri personally. Speaking of which, didn't Hiro tell her that he and Eri would be here today?

"—and I heard about you through the magazines and texted Midoriya-kun, and he said we'd meet eventually, but then there was that whole thing, and I hope you're alright—"

"Mirio," Suneater murmured again, one hand reaching out to take his husband's. "You're overwhelming her."

When the hero immediately shut his mouth, Asagao laughed. "Don't worry, you're fine! I'm used to a chatterbox," she joked, tossing a knowing look at Izuku. No wonder the two got along.

A sheepish grin came onto Lemillion's face. "Sorry, I just get excited. I'm Mirio, by the way! Just call me Mirio! And this is my husband, Tamaki."

"Tamaki-kun is fine," the shy hero whispered.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mirio and Tamaki-kun," Asa said, smiling. "We were just talking about the competitions— what's your favorite?"

Automatically, Tamaki was covering his face and Mirio was laughing heartily. "Don't tell them," Tamaki wheezed, but it was too late.

"My kitten always does the eating contest!" Mirio told her. "He wins every year!"

The other hero's elven ears were bright red. "Only the last four years," he protested weakly.

"Which is every year you guys have been coming," Izuku pointed out. "I don't know how you do it, Tamaki-kun! I thought I'd pass out when I tried a couple years ago!"

Tamaki pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down to cover his face. "Please change the subject."

Mirio laughed but obliged, pressing a sweet kiss to his husband's cheek. "Of course, kitten. So, what do you think, Nakano-chan? You gonna go for any contests? I've heard all about your skills!"

"It's nothing compared to you guys, really," she replied. "I guess if I see anything I'm interested in, I might, but I didn't really plan on—"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the woman of the hour."

All at once, the warm camaraderie that had spread through the group of friends turned cold. Asagao didn't recognize the voice, but it seemed everyone else did. They were just on the fringe of the competition area, and all of them spun around to face the mystery man.

"You," Bakugo growled.

"How did he even get in here?" Asa heard Momo whisper behind her.

"Asagao," Izuku murmured, his hand slipping around her waist. "Why don't you walk ahead? I think—"

"No, no, please don't take away the main," dark eyes scanned over her lecherously, "attraction."

It clicked all at once.

"Mineta," Todoroki said, stepping forward. "I advise you leave before I personally escort you out."

"And if he doesn't, I'll be next in line," Bakugo claimed.

Many of the people in the group were now not-so-subtly moving forward to stand in front of Asagao, and when Izuku handed her off to Momo and Ashido, she knew why.

Minoru Mineta had been the only failure from Izuku's graduating class. Barely a year into his professional hero career, he'd been charged with multiple sexual harassment and assault charges, many of which were far too easy to prove. He'd seemingly had a disgusting disregard for getting caught, ignoring the obvious such as the many cameras and comms in every corner of his hero agency. In the end, that had been his downfall.

Asagao gave one last glance back at her boyfriend before she was herded away. His expression was tense and angry, but he managed a smile just for her before he and the rest of the gang followed through on Todoroki's threat.

"Gross," a crackly voice said over her shoulder. Asa turned to see Dark Shadow scowling, matching the expression of its owner. It noticed her stare, swooping down and nuzzling its fuzzy beak against her head. "They'll get 'em, don't worry."

"How that man-child got a reduced prison sentence, I'll never know," Tokoyami muttered.

"Good lawyer, I guess," Shoji shrugged.

"Clearly the best one in town," Momo scoffed. Her kind eyes turned to Asagao. "Are you alright?"

Asa nodded. "Nothing I can't handle."

Ashido grinned and tugged on her arm. "Good! Now come on, let's get going to those games! I know your boyfriend wouldn't want you to miss out!"

Smiling once more, Asagao let herself be pulled along. Everyone's concern had been sweet, but honestly, she hadn't been worried one bit. As if Izuku would ever let someone as creepy as Mineta get away with anything with her. No, with him at her side, she was as invincible as always, and she'd known that.

Still, it was nice to be with more of the girls right now. Most of the group that had stayed with her were the heroines from Izuku's class, and Asagao hadn't gotten to know them that well. She wandered around with them, cheering as they competed in different games and laughing with them whenever something ridiculous happened (especially the pie to Asui's face, but she didn't seem to mind too much).

She had just gotten a text from Izuku that he should be back from handing Mineta over to security when an obnoxiously loud voice nearly burst her eardrums.

"AHA! IT'S HER! THE STAR OF THE LATEST MIDORIYA DRAMA!"

"Ugh, not him," Ochako groaned next to her.

As usual, Asagao's curiosity overrode any self-preservation instincts. She turned around to see a group three: a woman with long vines for hair, a man with wild blue eyes and blond hair, and—

"Shinsou!" Asa greeted. "I didn't know you'd be here today!"

The underground hero's face twitched, and— oh yeah, sometimes she honestly still forgot about what happened between them. In her mind, he was like an old friend she just hadn't seen in a while. But in his…

"My, my, looks like Class A's new sweetheart still takes a liking to you," the blond tsked. "How tragic that—"

Anything else he could say was cut off by a vine wrapping around his mouth. "That's enough, Monoma-kun," the woman said softly. Her gentle green eyes turned to face Asa. "Sorry, his usual handler isn't here today. My name is Shiozaki Ibara. I've been wanting to meet you to discuss our similar quirks."

"O-Of course!" Asagao stammered. Honestly, she was still pretty thrown by the quick twists and turns the social interactions of this day had presented her. She still didn't know what to do about Shinsou, who frankly looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.

Thankfully, Shiozaki filled the silence before it could become awkward. "I was just about to play a round of cup stacking. It's an American game, and it's used as a test of skill for those of us who have unique appendages. Shoji-kun and Tokoyami-kun," she said, looking at them, "would you like to join as well?"

It seemed the group was more than happy to ignore the muffled screaming coming from Monoma as they made their way toward the game. At one point, Asa had finally gathered the courage to say something to Shinsou— but when she turned to face him, he was gone. She tried to ignore the hurt in her heart, knowing that chasing after him would probably only make things worse. Maybe one day they could be friends again. One day.

Once they were at the station, Asagao distracted herself by watching others play the cup stacking game. It seemed simple enough, or at least it would be if she was just using her hands. But her vines? How would she even do that? Plus, she needed a plant, and—

"I believe you need this?"

Violet eyes blinked. In front of her was a hand holding a thick green vine. Asa looked up to see Shiozaki's kind eyes staring at her unblinkingly.

The florist began to reach out, but stopped herself. "Are you…are you sure?"

"Yes," the heroine answered. "You need a plant for your quirk to work, correct? Assuming my hair is usable, this should be what you need to participate in the competition."

Asagao smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much."

With a nod, the other woman turned her attention back to the game. Their group would be up in about ten minutes to compete. The florist let her eyes wander as they waited, drifting over the sea of people with mild interest.

And then, there— she saw it.

On the outskirts of the contest area were Hiroyasu and Eri, holding hands and walking along like they were in their own little world.

Asagao covered her hand with her mouth to hide her wide grin.

One second, Hiro was happy. He was holding an ice cream cone in one hand and Eri's soft, petite hand in the other. He was at the biggest hero convention in the country, witnessing incredible support items left and right, and for once, being around all of the hero stuff didn't make him feel inferior, and everything was just perfect.

The next second, Hiro felt like a complete idiot.

Eri stared down at his fallen ice cream. "I would rewind it if I could," she joked dryly.

He prayed the earth would open up and swallow him whole. This was supposed to be their first hang-out, technically-not-date-but-sort-of date, and here he was being his usual clumsy self, and he just wanted to die.

Suddenly, all those feelings about being inferior came rushing to the surface. Eri could do so much better than him. She could be with someone who wasn't clumsy, who had a quirk, who was cool and could talk without stammering all the time, but no. She'd decided to stick with him, and at this point he was too scared to ask if it was just out of pity.

An attendant was already coming by to clean up the mess, and after he got out a stuttered apology, Eri tugged him away.

Hiro's face was burning. He couldn't do this. Why did he think he could do this? And oh great, now they were wandering into the area with the quirk contests, none of which he could compete in, and—

"Look."

Sad brown eyes followed the invisible line her pointed finger indicated, and Hiro tilted his head. "One of the games? But I-I…I can't compete!"

Eri didn't listen. She started pulling him toward it. "It's an accuracy game. I played it last year. It's not just for quirks— they have other things you can use to hit the target."

What she was implying came to mind, and heat flooded his face. "E-Eri-chan, I— you— you know I don't do that in public!" he protested. "It's a secret!"

"And as I've told you before, it's dumb that you keep it a secret," she replied. "You're probably the best archer I've ever seen."

And now he was blushing and muttering about how no, that couldn't possibly be true, but she still didn't listen. Before he knew it, he was in front of the weapons station, and the look in her eyes dared him to turn away. Sighing, he searched until he found a bow similar to the one he kept in his dorm room. It was just something he'd started learning after he'd found out he was quirkless. He remembered hearing about this American hero who was powerless all except for their archery skills— and the man was apparently deaf, too!

So yeah, archery had just been this thing to make him feel better as a kid. It made him feel good to have some sort of combat skill up his sleeve, even though he'd probably never have to use it. And over the years, he'd just kept up with it. When he was stressed, he'd go to a range and shoot— it was relaxing, somehow.

But he never ever did it in front of anyone besides his family. Or Eri, but that had only started because she'd caught him shooting one time and wouldn't stop bugging him about it.

And here he was. In a crowd full of pro heroes. With Eri watching, her arms crossed expectantly like usual. His blood was rushing loudly through his ears, and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, and before he knew it, he was up at the front of the line.

The scoreboard was up on a big screen. Ten shots. You had ten shots, and that was it. The most anyone had scored dead center was six.

Hiroyasu closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Something old and familiar locked into place in the back of his mind. Brown eyes flashed open again.

He drew back the first arrow. It sprung free and hit dead center.

He did it again. It also hit the center.

As did the next.

And the next.

And the next.

He could vaguely hear murmurs of shock mingled with the cheers of children, but it all just sounded like white noise.

In quick succession, he fired off the final five arrows. Each one landed in the center circle.

There was a roar from the surrounding audience, and Hiroyasu was flung back into reality. He dropped the bow, staring blankly at the target in disbelief. And when his face appeared at the top of the scoreboard, above all of the pro heroes, he bolted into action.

Eri wasn't far. She was just where she had been, about ten feet to his left. Her arms were uncrossed, and there was a knowing grin on her face, and whether it was the adrenaline or something else, Hiro didn't hesitate in cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers.

She sank into him immediately, petite hands wrapping around his neck and holding him tight. Hiro felt like sobbing or screaming or jumping up and down, something, but her soft lips on his kept him grounded.

There was clapping. He vaguely realized he was trembling— probably the leftover nerves finally hitting him. And when someone bumped into them and he stumbled back, Hiroyasu's mouth dropped open in horror.

"I-I," he stammered. "I-I didn't— I mean, I did— if you, if you want to rewind that, I totally—"

Eri pulled him back in.

To be fair, Asagao thought that coming in fifth place for her round was pretty decent. But apparently, that equaled first place in her boyfriend's mind.

"I was watching from around the corner, and I didn't want to distract you, but you did amazing!" he cried as he lifted her up and spun her around. "That was wonderful, Asagao!"

Her hero set her down, and Asagao had to hold onto his arms to stay standing up. Being spun around like that tended to make her dizzy. "Thanks," she giggled.

Izuku stared at her for a moment, eyes shining, before he gave in and tugged her in for a tight hug. She melted into him, nuzzling his shirt with her nose, and he sighed. "I'm sorry I had to run off like that," he murmured. "I didn't want him around you for a second longer."

"Thanks for taking care of it," she whispered back. "I appreciate it."

He let out another deep breath before he stepped back. Her boyfriend leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I just wish it hadn't taken time away from us being together," he said. "I promise we'll have a normal date for Valentine's day, okay?"

Rolling her eyes, Asagao caught his hand in hers and pulled him toward another game. "It's fine, Izuku, really. Now come on— I wanna watch you try to stay on the mechanical bull!"

A bit of a filler/fluff chapter, but of course it still moved some smaller pieces of the plot along! Only a few more chapters left! Please leave a review, and ten points to your Harry Potter house if you can tell me who the American hero Hiro admires is!