"So, not that I'm complaining or anything, but why didn't you want to become class president?" Itsuka poked at her lunch as their usual group sat at their usual table. For once, Itsuka had let her hair down, while Setsuna actually had hers up in a ponytail for some reason, causing the two to look like they had swapped personalities.
Izumi blamed the fact that Itsuka was now their class president.
"She didn't?" Momo asked, hand over her mouth to keep the food in. "I thought you never tried because I was in your class."
"Oh," Izumi felt cheeks warm as she shrunk in her seat a bit. "I mean, I thought about it, but like, I already have so much to do; I still go swimming after class, and the days I don't do that, I'm taking flying lessons with Nejire." She had the bruises to prove it. "Trying to figure out my quirk is basically like homework itself, and I mean really," she pointed at herself, "do I look like the responsible type to you?"
"Nope," came Setsuna's swift reply.
"Not in the slightest," Inasa muttered.
"I've known you for years." Momo's sweet smile did not hold any mercy. "You couldn't take care of a cactus."
Itsuka nodded with each one. "You have a point."
"You guys are mean!" She flailed her one free arm, thankful that Nejire only showed up some of the time. The last thing she needed was her senpai saying that she was irresponsible too!
"You did say so first." Setsuna's disembodied hand poked Izumi in the side, causing her to let out a light squeal.
"I know, but still, it's one thing for me to point out my own faults, it's another to have my friends all agree!" She pouted and swatted Setsuna's perverted hand away from her. Ever since Setsuna had discovered that Izumi was ever so slightly (very) ticklish on her sides, Setsuna hadn't passed on the chance to exploit that weakness, even going so far as to use it during hero training once. "Besides," she pouted and looked away, "I could be a good class president if I wanted to be."
"Hmm, maybe," Itsuka hummed, a light and ever so slight smile on her face. Izumi was about to be teased again wasn't she? "But, I think that you're a bit too uhh, dense, for the position. It requires a certain level of awareness."
Izumi heard Momo cough.
Exactly! Itsuka was just being rude!
"Dense? I'm not dense! I'm very observant!"
Itsuka chuckled, and gave a kind smile that made her feel like an older sister or a mother. Even though Izumi was actually the older one! Actually wait, she was the oldest one at the table right now! Shouldn't they be showing her respect?
Setsuna roared with laughter.
Oh, so her friends had no respect for her. Yeah, that felt about right.
"Izumi, please," Setsuna kicked her legs and smiled. "You're so dense you can't even see it."
"Am not! I'm just normal!"
"Ack! My sides I—" Setsuna's laughter was cut short by a well placed jab by Itsuka. "Ack my side!"
"Stop teasing her, and everyone else around her." Itsuka hissed at Setsuna. How were those two going to survive being the class president and vice president? "Unless you want me to inform him about his density."
"Fine, fine," Setsuna's cheeks turned a bit red and she glanced to her right where Inasa was. "Not that it would matter or anything."
Something was going on maybe. Did Setsuna have a crush on someone?
"I'm so confused." Izumi let her shoulders slump.
Momo reached around and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling Izumi into a tight side hug that had the sides of their boobs smooshing up against each other. "Don't worry Izumi, you're cute that way."
It didn't feel cute. But, then again, this was Momo, the girl that had fixed her hair from being super messy to being super duper cute! And sexy! Apparently putting her hair into a ponytail was a lethal attack against boys, at least according to Setsuna.
Was that why her hair was in a ponytail? Was she trying to get a boy's attention?
"Anyways, what do you guys think about the sports festival?" Itsuka asked, her smile warming up just a bit. "It's our best chance to get noticed."
"Oh, I completely forgot about that," Momo placed her hand on her forehead and let out a long sigh, her body slinking into the seat. "Our sensei hasn't said anything about it. That's next month, right?"
"Yep, Vlad-sensei says we should start preparing now, especially since your class is stacked this year." Setsuna snapped her fingers and pointed towards Momo. "I mean really, just look at your class. You've got four of the top five ranking kids in the entrance exam, not to mention Shoto, and you even have this big lug in there too." Setsuna reached up and grabbed Inasa by his shoulders and shook his shoulders. "He was a recommendation student too, right? And he almost beat that Shoto guy, right?"
"I'll beat him this time." The chopsticks in Inasa's hands snapped. "Uhh, oops."
"Hold on big guy, I'll get you a set." Setsuna gave a mock salute and then detached her hand sending it towards the closest station.
Momo let out a sigh. "I wish you would stop competing with him over everything, it's entirely one-sided."
"I don't compete with him over—"
"You sprinted to class and nearly knocked over Kyoka, Mina, and myself just so you could get into the room before him. You guessed on half of the math quiz so you could finish before him, you—"
"Understood!" Inasa gave a sharp bow despite sitting. "I'm sorry for troubling you Ms. Class President!"
"It's okay," Momo raised her hands up in defense. "I haven't actually been the class president that long. I'm just worried about you, Inasa. Besides, I'm used to being around competitive people, mostly Izumi."
"I'm not competitive."
"Yes you are." All three girls replied without even missing a beat.
Izumi crossed her arms and pouted.
"Sorry." Inasa sat back up with his eyes set forward, his usual confidence and self-assured nature shining through. "But, it's not just that I'm competitive, it's the way he looked at me when we first met. So, I can't let myself lose to him."
Momo stared at him for a moment and then tilted her head to the side, giving Inasa a light smile. "Then do me a favor and ignore the small stuff. Let him be the first to class, focus on answering the questions correctly, and then, make sure that when you do win, it actually matters."
Inasa's face brightened. "Yes Prez!"
Holy crap! Did Momo have a crush on Inasa? Did Inasa have a crush on Momo!
She needed confirmation!
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Who should she ask for help with this?
She never had a friend before that was having a crush on someone, let alone someone else that was also her friend. Should she just let them do their thing naturally, or should she just try to push them along? Well, with how Momo acted, there was a good chance that she'd never actually confess, but also there was Inasa, and as earnest as he was, he might not even know that he had a crush on Momo.
So should she recruit for operation Sparkling Sky?
Setsuna would probably be down, she was good friends with Inasa and could get him to do things.
Itsuka would reluctantly help after saying it wasn't any of their business.
And Nejire would probably end up getting involved.
She should ask Momo this weekend during their sleepovers! They could even try on cute lingerie and stuff!
Not that Momo or Inasa were anywhere near that.
"Hey," Izumi unbuttoned her top and looked towards Itsuka and Setsuna. "Do you guys think that Momo and Inasa like each other?"
Itsuka came to a dead stop, her shirt halfway off, revealing the plain, light blue bra that Itsuka had claimed was her favorite at one point. She looked at Izumi dead in the eye and then looked away. "Holy shit."
"What?" Izumi asked, "They were flirting at lunch today! You both—"
"Holy shit Izumi!" Setsuna turned to her. "Please tell me you're not actually that dense?"
"Huh?" Izumi raised an eyebrow. "How am I being dense?"
A hand grabbed onto the back of her bra from behind and tugged onto the strap for a moment before snapping it back down earning her assailant a quick yipe.
Izumi spun and saw Reiko, halfway into her hero costume floating behind her, mask pulled down. "Izumi, Setsuna's the one with a crush on Inasa."
"What? She is? I thought they were just friendly!"
"If I use my quirk to facepalm do you think it would end the suffering?" Itsuka muttered extra loud.
Setsuna let out a long sigh and then turned to continue putting on her hero costume. "Yes, I have a big crush on your big friend who just so happens to be as dense as you."
"But, I'm not dense."
"Izumi!" Itsuka shouted, pulling her head through her costume and marched over. The normally quiet and responsible look that Itsuka had was instead replaced by one that was nearly at the end of her rope. "I'm well aware that you're proud of your thick body! Hell, I'm the first to admit that you're really hot and a really nice person, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to have such a thick goddamn skull, Izumi! Please, have some awareness."
"What am I missing then?" Izumi bit her lip. Hearing that Itsuka thought she was hot sent a bit of a flash through her entire being. It was light, but what did it mean?
Itsuka let out a long sigh and placed a hand on Izumi's shoulder. "Inasa has a crush and a half on you. He's asked both Setsuna and myself for advice on how to ask you out."
"But, you just said Setsuna likes him."
"I hope I get to punch you today." Itsuka growled and let go of her shoulders.
"What she said," Setsuna replied and smiled. "Though, maybe I'll just tickle you until you have an accident."
Izumi flailed her arms and looked at each one of her friends rapidly. "I'm sorry, okay, I'm not good at this romance stuff! I don't feel that way about Inasa or any boy for that matter! I mean he's my friend and all, but I'm not like, into him like that!"
"We figured as much," Setsuna shrugged. "That's why I'm not jealous of you or anything, just, if he wins the sports festival, try to go easy on him."
"Huh?" Izumi tilted her head to the side. "Why the sports festival?"
"That's just his plan; he's going to win the sports festival and then ask you out." Setsuna scratched her head and finished putting on her suit.
"Oh, but, I want to win the sports festival."
"Don't we all." Itsuka gave Izumi a light punch on the arm. "But no one's going to make it easy for you, Ms. Witch. Now come on! We need to get suited up—"
The lights shifted to a red color that was like some of the safety drills they had done during their first few weeks.
"Attention all students, remain where you are." Nezu's voice echoed from the speakers. "This is not a drill. Please remain where you are and remain calm, like the future heroes you are meant to be."
"An emergency?" Itsuka asked, looking towards the speaker. "I wish they gave us more information."
"Or let us help!" Izumi bounced on her heels. "We're training to be heroes, right? Shouldn't we go out there and help them?"
"We're not heroes yet, Izumi." Itsuka waved her hand at the thought. "We don't have the license for it yet, but I know what you mean, and I want to help too. We'll just have to wait for our sensei to deal with whatever the problem is."
"So…" Reiko floated down next to Izumi and looked at Itsuka. "You're the class president, do we still put our costumes on, or do we put on our school clothes?"
Itsuka shrugged and pulled off her mask. "I don't know, depends on how long the emergency lasts. Class might get canceled."
"Ahh," Reiko blinked and then turned towards Izumi. "Izumi, may I touch your boobs?"
"Sure!"
Itsuka groaned. "Seriously, how are you this thick?"
"Oh right, you're a lesbian, do you want to touch too? Wait, do you have a crush on me?"
"Izumi, if I had a crush on you, I'd have driven myself insane right now, and I pity the poor girl that actually has a crush on you." Itsuka spoke directly to Izumi's chest. "But yes, I'd like to touch."
AN: My brain defaults to boobs when I don't know what to write.