(This is a pairing I haven't come across yet. In one scene from the show, Tsuyu cries and Kirishima can't help but cry with her. He's also the first to respond to her in that moment.

The title is a play on their combined names. )

"I felt as if none of you cared about my feelings...only your own. I didn't know how to speak to any of you after that. It broke my heart, not knowing what to say to my friends."

The fresh memory of a crying classmate held Eijiro's attention. It'd been a few days since his froggy classmate had revealed her feelings toward the stunt they'd pulled to rescue Bakugo. She'd told them not to go, and she'd been harsh about it, showing how serious she was. Her feelings hadn't reached them though, and they'd gone anyway.

Even if her feelings had gotten through, he probably still would've gone.

Kirishima hung upside down off the couch of the dorm common area. Majority of his classmates sat around him, pitching ideas on what fruitless teenage activities they'd been deprived of. Everyone was lively and throwing their voices to speak over each other.

Uraraka had proposed another group activity to push everyone past the anxiety and unease that had followed Almight's retirement and everyone's expulsion scare. Todoroki and Bakugo had even been persuaded to take part this time.

"We could play never-have-I-ever!" Mina pitched, excited.

"There's 20 of us. Don't you think that game would be a bit long?" Momo rejected in an apologetic tone.

"And all we would have to do is aim for eachother's quirks. Never have I ever squirt acid. You're out. Hardly a game." Denki added.

Mina sat on the floor beside Kirishima's head, painting her toenails. She pouted, crestfallen.

"It was a great suggestion though!" Uraraka reassured.

Toru nodded, unseen. "Yeah, I totally miss playing silly games like that with my friends."

"My friends and I played the important games. Experimental things you'd remember for life." Mineta spoke with a serious expression and closed eyes as if he had gone back to specific moments in memory.

"You had friends?" Jiro questioned dryly.

"I'd rather not hear the details." Asui added.

Kirishima's eyes flickered over to the small girl who wore her hair up in a tight bow atop her head. She sipped her juice box from her seat in the couch between Toru and momo. She seemed content and comfortable, surrounded by the people she thankfully still considered her friends. He wished his memory of her would catch up to reality. She was fine. They'd apologized and she'd forgiven them.

He'd apologized again after; she'd forgiven him again.

Why'd he still feel like a jerk whenever he was around her? He'd dreamt of her large sparkling tears falling from her face as she tried to keep herself composed.

It was eating at him. Was it because the entire rescue started because of him? Or maybe she was just the first girl to care about what he did...enough to cry over it.

He felt his heart sink and he frowned.

He'd indirectly brought it up to Bakugo without meaning to at one point. He didn't go into specifics, unsure of if the girl had wanted her feelings exposed to more than the 5 students who'd broken the rules.

"I keep thinking about this girl, man."

"I don't have time for your stupid crushes. Go study with Seto if you're going to be distracting." The blonde had retorted.

"It's not like that!!!" He blurted out, embarrassed. "I made her cry and I feel bad about it."

Katsuki scoffed, never taking his eyes from his work. "Not surprising. You're an idiot."

Eijiro pulled a face.

Bakugo continued. "If she cried over you, she's weak and not worth the attention. Stop being distracted."

"Asui isn't weak, I bet she'd give you a run for your money." Kirishima retorted defensively, effectively grabbing his friend's attention.

"Oh yeah? Which one is that again?"

"Learn your classmates names!" He responded incredulously. "She took finals with Tokoyami!"

"Frog face?" Bakugo looked thoughtful. "She's not weak."

"I know that."

"You must've really fucked around to get that emotionless midget to cry."

"I wasn't thinking straight because you w-er, I mean because I was stressed out over something." Kirishima held back.

Katsuki skeptically leveled his gaze with his classmate's and said nothing for a moment. Kirishima looked away.

Bakugo, not letting on that he had a hunch his kidnapping had something to do with this, let his eyes fall back into his book. "What's done is done. Talk to her and find a way to move past it. Stop wallowing."

Eijiro frowned at the memory, starting to get dizzy from hanging upside down as he watched his class. Mineta continued pitching ideas that were quickly shot down by the girls of the class.

"Gender swapping experiments."

"Oh wait, that one might be fun!" Toru enthused.

Mineta drooled in anticipation.

"A gender swap?" Midoriya blushed, scratching the back of his head. "What exactly would we be doing? Are we switching clothes?"

"YES!" Mineta wheezed. "Then when I get my clothes back I can take them to my room a-"

"Absolutely not!" Iida abruptly stood from his spot on the couch, knocking Kirishima over in the process. The red riot took the initiative to finally sit upright. "Mineta, in a group bonding situation such as this, you must show some humility!"

"You're not putting me in some shitty dress." Bakugo rejected.

"What about a not-so-shitty one?" Mina half joked.

"The girls dressing like boys is kinda boring. It'd be kinda unsatisfactory on our end." Denki added.

"I haven't done laundry." Todoroki spoke aloud, but no one seemed to hear.

"What if we just do makeup and hairstyles instead?" Momo pitched, thoughtfully.

Seto groaned. "That's still the guys looking foolish and the girls getting off Scott-free."

"Well, the boys could do our make-up in return." Momo continued.

"OH-hohoho!!! That sounds like a riot!!" Mina tossed her hands into the air. Toru hopped up from her seat, mimicking the excitement.

"Theylltouchmyface" Mineta shuddered on the floor muttering. "Andthenilltouchtheirface…"

"This sounds fun." Ojiro nodded. "I'm sure the girls would look pretty ridiculous, even if we tried our best."

Tokoyami panned it over beside his tailed classmate. "I've often admired intricate cosmetic arts."

"It'd be impossible to add anymore sparkle to my being! I can only hope to pass some of it onto others, I shall assist the girls." Aoyama proclaimed, and was widely ignored.

"I don't know much about makeup, but it'd be nice to try something new." Asui put a finger to her chin.

Kirishima reflexively stood from his seat, jumping at the chance to do something pleasing for his amphibian classmate. "That settles it! Makeover day it is! Girls, go get everything we need!"

"Yayyy!!" Mina and Toru hopped up, ready for action.

It was surprising to think that Toru owned any makeup.

The rest of the girls filed to their rooms to gather what they could before returning and divvying the boys among themselves.

Mineta was taped to a corner.

"I don't exactly know what I'm doing, so if anyone-" Asui started to disclaim.

"I'll be your guinea pig!" Kirishima offered, pressing his thumb to his chest. "You can do my face, don't worry about messing up." He smiled broadly.

"Alright then. Thankyou." She nodded.

The class split off into a plethora of tiny groups and pairs as the girls took their turns first, sitting their male classmates in chairs and setting up their materials. There was a surprisingly good amount of makeup to work with. Bakugo expectedly dismissed himself from the activities. Apparently his internship had been enough pampering for a lifetime.

Asui and Kirishima pulled a chair off to the side with a small amount of cosmetics. She handed him a small wipe to clean his face before she started.

Tsuyu held two tubes with soft colored substances in her hands. She stood in front of Eijiro as she looked back and forth between them. Her volunteer watched her with a patient expression.

He was happy to let her experiment on him, almost eager. It felt as if he was helping her in some way. Maybe if he helped her enough, he could make up for that night.

It broke my heart.

He felt himself frown.

Asui was the smallest in their class, aside from Mineta. She wasn't weak or younger...just small. It fanned the protective flame inside of him. Men shouldn't make small girls cry...regardless of if she could kick his ass. It was probably (absolutely) an outdated way of thinking, but it was how he felt nonetheless.

Hurting your friends: unmanly.

"Alright, here we go." Asui placed her large hands on both sides of the red haired boy's face. His eyes widened, and he blinked, caught off guard as she leaned in close to him. "Stop frowning or it won't turn out right."

"Uh" he blushed as her large hands cupped his cheeks and turned his head from side to side.

He leaned back into his chair, away from her soft damp palms. The details of what he'd signed up for were suddenly becoming apparent to him. It was common sense that she'd have to touch him and stand so closely. He hadn't thought about that beforehand, however. Even if he had, that wasn't something that would bother him.

Right? Why was he unnerved?

"Try not to move." She narrowed her eyes, focused, as she patted a soft sponge type thing on his cheeks and nose. Her movements were slow and unsure but she didn't wipe anything away. She frowned at her work, but kept going. "Could you look up, I don't want to poke you in the eye."

Kirishima looked upward, opening his eyes wide as Tsu grabbed another tube and pulled out something that looked like a pipe cleaner. He recognized this one.

"Mascara?"

"Yes. I'm surprised you know what this is. Please, don't talk though." She leaned in closely again.

"Sorry" he responded.

She put a hand on his thigh, leaning in to steady her movements and hushed him again.

Kirishima swallowed heavily, her close proximity unnerving him further. He was ridiculously uncomfortable and suddenly hyper aware of his own skin. She smelled like lavender and Lilly's and a plethora of other flowers. It was a pleasant, soothing scent but it made his heart race and something inside him felt guilty for paying attention to the way she smelled while she was unaware. What did he smell like? Did he brush his teeth?

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of the small brush sliding through his eyelashes. It made him frown and his eyes watered. He didn't dare look down, out of fear of losing an eye and fear of making eye contact with his classmate while her face hovered inches away from his.

"Ok. Next thing. Lips." She explained, looking away.

His eyes flickered down to hers. He reflexively licked his lips.

"I'm going to assume if you were a girl, you'd like red." Tsu held up a lipstick in front of him that was similar to his hair color.

"Sounds about right to me." he confirmed with a smile. Tsu, paused, watching him for a moment and Kirishima felt like squirming under her gaze. "What's is it?" He questioned.

"You actually look kind of pretty." She revealed.

He felt his face redden. It was single-handedly the least masculine thing he'd ever been called, but he felt a giddiness at the compliment. "Guess that means your doing a good job?" He offered.

"I Hope so." Asui cuffed his chin and smeared the red gloss along his bottom lip as she spoke. Her hands were soft and cool. She seemed to know what she was doing, for someone who'd said they'd had little experience. Maybe it was a natural talent for girls. Then again, Kirishima wouldn't really be able to tell them difference.

"Oops." She whispered, running her finger repeatedly along the bottom of his lip, wiping away a stray smear. Kirishima tried not to move and felt his eyes wander down to her thin lips.

Then for a moment, he felt it.

The sudden urge to kiss her fluttered into his chest. The surprise that followed it quickly replaced it however.

His ears were hot. Was it because she was close?He wondered if he was suddenly falling into the hormones of a teenage boy. It'd explain why he was so aware of her...Katsuki calling her his crush might have been more accurate than he had realized. Now was a hell of a time to put two-and-two together. Whatever it was, her touch made him feel warm and excited.

"Is there something on your mind?" She asked suddenly, capping the bright lipstick.

He flinched, the bubble of his thoughts popping abruptly. "U-uh, nothing in particular."

"I'm sorry. I can see that I'm making you uncomfortable." She apologized as she stood and turned to walk away.

"Ah, no, I'm fine really! Please wait; you can finish!" He instinctively stood from his seat, grabbing her wrist.

Asui looked down at his hand, and then up at him before he realized he had even grabbed her. "I'm just going to get an eyeshadow from Mina."

"Oh. Right. My bad." He apologized, letting his hand drop and scratching at the back of his head with the other. She nodded and headed off the the others.

Kirishima felt his own face warm. His phone vibrated in his pocket, saving him from the chastising he was about to dump onto himself.

-Don't be an idiot. You want to be some manly idiot, then act like it. Idiot.

Eijiro frowned at the text. How many times could Bakugo call him an idiot in one text? He looked around the room for the blonde, catching him sitting with his feet up at the end of the corridor. He narrowed his eyes at him, doubting the explosive boy had any experience with romance seeing that his only concern had only ever been becoming top hero.

But he was right. Eijiro had preached about what he wanted to do, and why he felt the things he did. A real man would act on his convictions.

He was happy his usually closed off friend had even acknowledged their conversation though.

He sat in his chair as his makeup artist returned.

"Asui?"

"Tsu." She corrected.

"Right! Right. Sorry. Tsu...I've been think about what you told us the other night-"

"Close your eyes." She interjected.

He did. Maybe she didn't want to talk about it. There was a beat of silence.

"I unloaded on you guys so I'm not surprised it's still on your mind." She tied his hair up into pigtails as she began to speak.The ends of his pigtails were clipped into bows. They were pitiful copies of her own hairstyle. "My feelings needed to be expressed, but I wasn't trying to guilt anyone. No one really knew how to handle the kidnapping and everyone did what they thought was right..."

"I don't feel guilty. I do feel like I failed you though." He said in a quieted voice. He could feel her brushing something onto his eyelids.

"By almost getting me expelled? No, I could have told a teacher, but I didn't. You made a risky decision and so did I."

"That's not really it." he paused. She had always been open with her thoughts. Instead of overthinking it maybe he could just do the same? "As a man, I should be protecting girls, not making them cry."

Asui arched a small brow, blinking down at the boy who sat with his eyes closed and an earnest look. "Excuse my vulgarities Eijiro, but I'd kick your ass in a fight."

He laughed, caught off guard by her swear. It was cute and uncharacteristic. "I know, you're totally more well rounded than I am. It's just a personal thing y'know. You're so small and I made you cry...I can't stop thinking about it. It feels stupid to say out but it felt really unhero-like." He frowned.

She didn't respond.

Kirishima sat in the dark as he waited and Tsuyu watched him quietly. It was nice to hear that her feelings had reached him, but she didn't want to haunt anyone. She wanted to be able to move forward and that's why she didn't hold anything in. She hadn't considered that she could be putting someone else on pause.

She sighed, walking around the chair, making sure she was finished everything she wanted to do. "That's just what happens when you choose to be a hero I suppose. Not everyone is going to like the decisions you make. It's inevitable. All you can do is apologize and try to do better."

Kirishima opened his eyes, looking up at her with just as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Logically reassuring. That's so like you." He smirked.

Her facial expression didn't change as she turned to find her mirror, but she somehow looked happy.

"Here." She handed the mirror over.

"Oh wow...Oh you didn't cover my scar?" Kirishima looked at his face startled. He'd expected to look like a clown, or a diva, but he just looked like a girl. A soft blush and a cute hairstyle. His eyelashes looked a bit longer. The red lip reminded him of his hero costume.

"No, I like it." She answered directly. She hadn't acted embarrassed when she said it, but her cheeks colored pink.

It took him a moment to process what he'd heard, but he jolted when it hit him. "Oh. Alright." He felt something inside of him get excited so he changed the subject. "Um, no crazy designs or anything?"

Asui shook her head. "I don't own much makeup. I borrowed this much...I'd like to ask you a question now."

"Okay?"

"Is what I said really bothering you because you regret what you guys did?"

"No." He answered flatly, without hesitation. "If I could go back...I'd do it again."

He frowned at the ground, wincing internally. He wondered if she'd hate him for that, but he wouldn't lie to her. He'd rescued Bakugo...and even if they would've failed, If he'd had the chance to try again, he would. A truly manly heart is one that chooses to live without regret.

He'd stick to his convictions, and if crying classmates were the aftermath of that, he'd deal with it accordingly. He'd try his best to do better like she'd said.

"That's good. I'm glad."

He blinked in surprise and looked at her. She smiled approvingly up at him.

"I'd be mad if you upset me over a decision you wouldn't even stand by." Tsu shrugged. "As cliche as it sounds, you followed your hearts. I don't hate that about you guys."

His eyes widened and it felt like a bandage had been put on his subconscious.

"If you two are done confessing, I need shithair to train with me." Bakugo announced, appearing suddenly and kicking at his classmate's leg.

"Dude!" Was all the unnerved boy could reply. His face matched the color of his hair and lips.

"Ah. The coward returns." Was Asui's simple response.

"What was that, frog face?" Katsuki barked toward her expressionless face.

"She's right." Denki and seto scampered over, looking worse for wear. Calling it clown makeup would've been an insult to clowns. "We all did it. Even Todoroki got his face done."

"Although Momo ended up making him look like a princess while Mina made me look like a circus reject." Seto cried beneath layers of eyeshadow and mascara. "My face feels so heavy! I should've picked Tsu! Eijiro almost looks like a normal chick."

Asui smiled, feeling proud.

"At least she tried. Toru just made me look like a doodle board." Denki complained. "You're the only one who ran, Lord-Explosion-Chicken!"

"I didn't run! I rejected this entire stupid-"

Denki, Kirishima and Seto pretended to be chickens, clucking loudly over Bakugo's words.

A string of explosions followed and the day progressed with most of the boys wearing a full face of makeup.