I have fallen in Kirichako or Kiriako hell. It's a very fluffy place with rainbows made out of rocks, manly tears and too much pureness for my dark dark soul. This will be a ficlet about their budding relationship in the event of Kirishima losing his quirk to a very peculiar, very the-plot-is-for-fluff/friendly accident. There's bakudeku in the background, Class A's chaos, this takes place when most of the teens are 17-ish, so I'd say they're at the end of their second year, but this might not be accurate. I want the feels to be accurate anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Kiss him back to his quirk!

Chapter 1 – The kissing challenge

There had been a call for help at the local jewel store. A security guard had been wounded by the upcoming lady-thief of Dagobah city, a villain called Negate-kiss. Her quirk had strange repercussions that were still hard to understand. She temporarily erased people's quirk. Shota Aizawa had been struck by it and stopped teaching class A for a full week. If it was due to a quirk-induced affliction or the media snowstorm that came with pictures of him making out with Ms. Joke, it was anyone's guess.

Red Riot and Suneater were the first ones at the scene.

"She went back that way!" people pointed them in the right direction.

"Thanks!" Kirishima shot back, sprinting forward, his hands and arms hardening in preparation.

He caught a glimpse of pink fabric as the dark-haired thief leaped between buildings. A whip-like arm wrapped around his waist, Tamaki having shifted his left arm into a springy tentacle. He tried the sling-shot movement that usually sent Kirishima off and into the air. The results they'd gotten during training had been better, as it was, Red Riot had to chip away at the nearest walls of cement to prevent himself from falling back down in the street. Normally, he would land right on the rooftops.

"You're way heavier than the last time," Tamaki complained.

"That's because you didn't warn me to deactive my quirk, just throw me as high as you can Suneater!"

The second try was better, Kirishima's feet hitting the roof, and his red eyes finding the back of Negate-kiss. He kicked at an already cracked chimney, gripping a brick that he sent with deadly precision at the lady's feet, making her trip on debris.

"Stop right there!"

"Isn't this a rude way to greet a woman, cutie?"

Kirishima had heard of her flirting tendencies, but hadn't forgotten how badly hurt she'd left the security guard and the few passersby lamenting about lost quirks. He didn't know the extent of her reach. Her ability, while similar to Aizawa's, had nothing to do with staring at people. She took in the glorious sight of Red Riot in his hero costume, his pecs and abs almost glistening under the moon's light, his skin hardened in places.

"You're hurting people to steal, so it's about time you face the law," he declared.

"I thought you were all about being manly? Is it only your looks that cover it? Cause you are one hell of a nice specimen. I'd give up this bag of jewels to bite in those biceps," she added, swinging the bag from one hand to the other.

She wore a pantsuit with a waistcoat, the pink fabric lined with white rows and silver accents. A mask kept her entity unknown, closing in a bow that made her look too girly for her generous curves. Topping that with the very direct compliment she'd just given him was enough for Kirishima's face to turn bright red, the teenager hardening his skin in a desperate attempt to hide his blush.

"If you want a bite, it will be at your own risk," he managed, bending over with his right hand edgier than ever, punching the roof with a roar, "Stone edge rift!" he called out.

The rough spikes of his jagged knuckles broke the cement, the after shock running like a wave of debris, cracks busting all over the gray surface like snakes springing from a box. It was a studied hit, one of his favorite techniques when it came to capturing people. After breaking through various materials, he'd found the one way to create a similar rift that would shift everything upward, spikes and stalagmites coming up. The full technique involved breaking his own body to control the projectiles coming out of the ground, but right now, all he wanted was to cut off her way out with interlaced spikes. So he didn't expect to bleed much from it, or the flaring pain surging in his hand.

Kirishima was used to feeling a certain degree of pain when he punched into things. Punching into wasn't an expression he'd use to describe himself, since he was more the type of hero who punched through things. But the pain running through his fingers and his hand had nothing to do with the usual "Stone Edge Rift". There was blood on the broken cement, the spikes surging all over the spot where Negate-kiss had been standing. He blinked, gasping as his fingers hit the rooftop's structure, his nails pulling back with the material.

Something was wrong. It felt like he was breaking from every pore. When had that thief moved around. Why could he feel the palm of her hand on his back. Had she kissed the back of his neck or had that been the wind?

"Careful now, Red Riot-kun, I don't think you can handle that move right now."

A void rippled inside, Kirishima whipping about, his arms raised in self-defense. His skin remained soft and warm, bruising a little more with the violent kick aimed at his head. At least, no matter how rough he could turn into, he never forgot to protect his face. His classmate Tetsutetsu had had so many concussions already that way.

He tried to seize her ankle, but his movements were sluggish from the pain blooming all over his skin.

I'm breaking, why am I breaking? Was all he could wonder at first.

"That's a nice look on your face, Red," the villain whispered, her iridescent lips turning up into a mocking smile.

His shoulder burned like it was on fire and yet he pushed himself. His brain had been slow on the understanding, but he had fallen under her sphere of influence. This was nothing like having his quirk erased. His skin was crackling and bruising all over as the edges of his limbs remained desperately soft.

Does it hurt like that whenever she negates someone's quirk? I gotta stop her right here and now!

His bones ached from within, facing the rebound pressure of every single time his quirk had saved him. He struggled to swallow in some air, seeing as the multiple shocks racking his nervous system had shut down his lungs. Negate-kiss ran her fingers along the side of his jaw in a slow, deliberate caress, sighing against his forehead.

She was tall in her high-heels, almost as tall as All Might. She pushed against his chest with both hands and he fell back on his ass, the woman kneeling over him as he gasped and shivered from the crackling and breaking still happening inside.

"It's a heavy-duty one, isn't it? Being a little tank is never a good idea." She mused. "It could take you a while to get it back, but I'll tell you a secret, since you're too cute for my heart. The cuter I find a person, the more kisses it takes for them to regain their quirk. Try hard to come and get me when you're back on your feet. But keep in mind that the nausea and pain will always be there when I unquirk you, Reddo-kun."

She blew a kiss in his ear, pulling away while he was still reeling from the rebound reaction in his body.

"That one doesn't count, sadly. None of my kisses ever counts. Don't go forgetting about me now."

He blinked at her, wondering if negating quirks was really all she did. She blew him another kiss, mouthing the sound "CHU" as she winked at him. His heart was shivering, but it was from pumping blood through hard arteries and from the lack of oxygen in his brain. He blanked out, so completely it felt like dying.

…

Thankfully, he was safe and sound when he came back to his senses, his quirk fully gone, a red mark on his shoulder the only trace that Negate-Kiss had done something to him. Tamaki had brought him directly back to school and Recovery girl; and the pro hero fixed his wounds, worrying about the time he would remain without his quirk.

"She said something about kisses helping me in getting back my quirk…" The red-haired teenager explained, scratching at his chin with his bandaged hands.

"Interesting…"

The old lady gave him a normal peck on the hand, Tamaki noticing a tiny dot of red vanishing from the burn mark somehow tattooed to his skin.

"I think you're going to need a lot of them," Suneater observed.

"Good lord, that's a tough way to regain my quirk. I don't…"

"Surely the girls in your class can help," Recovery girl suggested.

Kirishima blushed furiously. Was he going to ask the girls to kiss him until the full brand came off? That sounded like a good way of getting killed by the other guys from the class. He wasn't bullet-proof anymore. And it might take him a very long while to regain his invulnerability.

Although, not one to shirk away from danger, he decided to face it all directly on the following morning, welcomed by his best friend snapping at him.

Bakugo grabbed Kirishima by his collar as soon as he walked into the classroom.

"What's this e-mail about needing to be kissed like some love-sick shit?!"

"I…!"

"It's not fucking manly, dude, you need a head check!" Bakugo insisted, shaking him around without much care, Kirishima raising his arms to push against his shoulders to reclaim some space.

"I know! I asked Recovery girl not to send it, but that Negate-kiss villain erased my quirk and I can't have it back unless…!"

Mina barged in, bubbly and enthusiast as always, giving a friendly pat on Bakugo's shoulder that resulted in him hissing at her and Midoriya pulling him back as had become the usual in between classes.

"That's quite the pinch you've gotten yourself into Kirishima," Ashido commented. "But we girls all agreed that we would help you on this," she went on, wrapping her arms around his before leaning forward, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"M..Mina, you don't need to…!"

His face was just as red as his hair, but Hakagure joined in, giving him two pecks on the cheek and the chin.

"You act like it's the first time girls have kissed you, Kirishima-kun!" she laughed.

His brain was going in panic mode, because this wasn't how he had wanted the situation to turn out. It would have been perfectly fine with him a few weeks ago, but he'd just managed to collect the courage to ask Uraraka out after accepting her valentine's chocolate for him. For the first time, she had made homemade chocolate for only one person in the class. They'd been going out for a full month and things were still at an early stage, especially since they only had managed to go on two dates. They were still at the stage of holding hands, although she allowed him to hug her and smell her hair as much as he wanted, and he didn't want to lose the feeling of her soft and curvy frame between his arms. It was hard not to simply grab her into a hug whenever they were waiting for their respective turns during mock battles and training exercises.

But his worry remained. Uraraka was his girl and he wanted it to stay that way.

The concerned girlfriend had had a rough night, held back at Gunhead's office due to a family of villains causing mayhem all over the town. Her phone had remained forgotten back at her dorm and she didn't have time to charge it or check her texts or emails. Walking into the class to see Tsuyu kissing Kirishima's hand was a shock.

"What the? What's happening?!"

Her voice came out high-pitched and she was flushed before taking her second step into the room, but still made her way to Kirishima's circle of fangirls for a lack of a correct name for what was going on by his desk.

"Uraraka, we're just trying to…"

"He's off-limit!" Uraraka cut off Hakagure, her finger pads hitting the red-haired boy on the chest, making him float until he touched the ceiling, his arms and legs waving around a little.

"I'm sorry, Uraraka, I swear this isn't…!" Then he realized just how possessive she had sounded just now and couldn't help blushing even more. "Wait, are you…?"

"She's jealous!" Mineta called out. "Damn, tell me you're dropping him, you're too much of a goddess to stay with such an unworthy…"

"I'm not jealous!" Uraraka protested, starting to float a little from her sheer nervousness. "What's going on with all the hogging and kissing?"

"Didn't you read your messages? He got his quirk erased by…" Iida started explaining, his arms moving a little too fast.

Ochako looked up in a panic, releasing her quirk without thinking. Kirishima dropped to the floor a bit faster than she'd wanted and couldn't help a moan of pain. He was still sore from the rebound of his quirk being erased and wishing the rest of the class would just give them some space instead of trying to help.

"I can explain it myself!" he reminded them, climbing to his feet quickly to prove to his girlfriend he was fine.

The fact he'd been somehow scared when he'd started falling and had tried to activate his quirk instinctively had to go unnoticed, he wouldn't let his sudden quirklessness weaken him. Although his throat tightened when he found Ochako standing in front of him, her hands reaching for his, her eyes shining with worries.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just got out of Recovery girl's office," he defended himself with a sheepish smile. The school nurse had kept him under observation for the night. "I'm fine, I swear."

"Even when you fell just now?"

She wasn't patronizing, simply caring and his heart swelled a little. He still couldn't believe his luck that she'd pick him. Of all the guys in the class. In the freaking school. He nodded his answer and she smiled that weak, half-comforted smile of someone who knew when people were putting on a front. He wanted to hug her so she could tell he was still strong and not this useless body of softness he'd become.

That's a stupid way to think of it, he warned himself.

"Are you kids done disrupting this classroom?" Aizawa asked them, standing up from the floor behind the desk where he'd been lying in his sleeping bag. There was a small drawing made of patchwork in a corner of the yellow material, the mark of his full year of looking after Eri.

"You're already here, sensei?!" Kaminari panicked.

"I'm always here. Class is starting in five…"

Mineta jumped on his desk, throwing two of his head-balls on the floor for emphasis as he pointed one finger to Kirishima.

"This is so unfair, sir! Kirishima gets to have all the girls of the class all over him to help with his…"

"What you kids do during your free time is not my concern as long as it doesn't involve destroying school property. Or teenage pregnancy."

The silence filling the class was very tensed, but Aizawa broke it by eyeing Bakugo with such seriousness the teenager couldn't help reacting to what he interpreted as an insult. Sparks were already blowing up in his palms.

"I'm fucking Deku, what the hell do you think is going to happen?!"

"Kacchan!" Izuku protested, blushing despite the fact everyone around the class knew about the two of them. "Don't you think he meant the school property?"

"Shut up you nerd!" Bakugo shot back, his ears turning red.

Kirishima knew better than to interfere here, keeping his hands tightly wrapped around Uraraka's and gently pulling her out of the room, the pair using the sudden mayhem awakened by Jirou's comment about the very mention of "teenage pregnancy" being sexual harassment to their advantage. The other girls jumped in, Aizawa shrugging it off until Mineta asked for a confirmation of Ms. Jokes non-official body measurements. The last thing the couple saw before walking out was Mineta with his face squished by Aizawa's wraps. The look on their teacher's face was… almost more frightening than the very presence of All for One.

"I'm worried he's going to actually kill him this time," Uraraka whispered, fighting against shivers.

"I know… But Uraraka, about that whole thing earlier with…"

Uraraka flushed as she recalled what she'd said. In front of the whole class.

"I… I just don't like seeing you being kissed by other girls."

He blinked at her, a bright, boyish smile illuminating his face.

"I… I don't want kisses from any other girl," he promised her, Ochako wishing she could take her hands back from his hold.

He had to sense her sweating as they stood in front of each other in the middle of the hallway. Kirishima always struggled with the fact she was adorable when she was nervous, and how much he liked seeing her determined and in control.

"Let me take this from the top. I tried capturing Negate-kiss last night. She played me and nabbed my quirk. That's where I got that mark from," he added, lifting his sleeve to show her his upper arm.

Uraraka nodded her understanding, her eyes meeting his.

"The mark will vanish after a certain number of kisses, but I don't know how her quirk works any more than that."

"That's a big mark," she noted, her index finger tracing it slowly, her touch electrifying him. "Are the changes easy to notice?"

I feel changes, but not about that mark… he thought to himself.

"Tamaki saw it, but it's pretty small," he sighed. "I'm sorry, that is so not the way I had envisioned our next one-on-one talk."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked him with a mischievous twinkle in her big brown eyes.

From the top of his 17 years, Kirishima barely managed to flirt, but there was something about Uraraka that gave him just enough confidence to try. He'd try any way, a man should have the guts to sweettalk his girlfriend, but…

She doesn't look like a mere girl. She's…

He wrapped one arm around her, his hand finding its way up to her neck, his lips kissing her cute nose in that butterfly touch he hoped was more playful than fleetingly embarrassing, Ochako blushing at the gentleness of every gesture.

"I wanted to tell you I've missed you. You look… breathtaking and…"

His ears were red, almost hidden by his scarlet hair and Ochako had to fight against her beating heart, her hands gripping to the white shirt of his uniform.

"And…?" Uraraka encouraged him.

"And well… You took my breath away just now."

"Kiri-kun, you can't tell me stuff like that with such a serious face!" she protested, her face hiding against her hands, which meant she could smell him so much more now! He smelled of spice and cinnamon. He stroked her hair, his throat a little too tight.

"Sorry?" he managed.

"No, don't apologize. I just… If you're this sweet with any other girl in the class…!"

"They're friends, Uraraka. You're my girlfriend."

His fingers dug a little more into her back, and she knew his hands would have hardened for the smallest second if he had his quirk right now. There was such strength in his touch, although it was always controlled, and it made her heart tumble around every time he called her that. His girlfriend.

It's still new, you'll get used to it, she told herself.

Uraraka didn't know if she wanted to. She took a small step back to look into his eyes.

"As your girlfriend, any kissing you need to recover from this quirk erasure should be under my responsibility," she said solemnly.

Kirishima shook his head at her, his smile so wide, it wouldn't come off.

"If you kiss me, I want it to be because you want to, not…"

Her hair brushed against his chin as she planted a kiss on his shirt, on top of his heart.

"I want to kiss you, Eijiro."

"You… You do?!"

The fact he sounded this surprised was both endearing and disheartening.

"Those chocolates I gave you were my way of saying I like you! Is it so weird that I want to…?"

His arms lifted her from the floor, whirling her around as he laughed with pure joy.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world!"

"Kiri-kun, not so loud, Aizawa-sensei will…!"

He lowered her back down until the tip of her toes touched the floor, bending his neck back to look at her with the same admiration she'd seen on numerous occasions. It amazed her that he even looked at her like that. The poor girl was melting inside.

"Should you really hold me up like that?" Ochako asked him worriedly.

"I don't need my quirk to be strong," he boasted, his smile sweet despite all the pointy teeth.

"When you look at me like that, I don't need my quirk to float," she confessed, flushing a little more.

"Careful now, I can't follow you up in the sky," he pleaded, half playful and a hundred percent genuine.

It was too much for her heart, Uraraka needed to seal his lips before he would undo her anymore than he'd already had. Eijiro was the sweetest guy in their class and to think he'd wrap her in his warm, soft gaze for this long, to think he'd be afraid of seeing her float away when she was a shy tomboy and a bundle of nerves... She cupped his jaw, smiling at how firm and strong it felt under her palm. Her finger pads were rough but he'd told her he liked her touch the first time they were holding hands and his bashful honesty had broken through whatever defenses she might have needed around someone else.

Leaning forward, she made herself weightless between his arms, so she could move freely, reach his forehead with her lips, grace that scar on his eyelid with a soft kiss. A peck on his cheek followed, and then on his chin, Kirishima shivering at the sheer storm of emotions welling inside.

"Do you think the kisses are more effective directly? Or in specific places?"

Her voice had a sultry quality to it that surprised them both, Kirishima uttering a throaty groan in answer, a primal rush taking over.

"Urara…"

"Ochako," she cut him off. "I'd like you to call me by my name from now on. If that's…"

She blushed as she felt her back touching the hallway's wall. They were skipping classes, just a few feet from the door, standing in the middle of the school where anyone could see them, and Kirishima was slowly, gently pinning her to the wall, one hand ruffling through her brown bangs to cup the back of her head.

"Ochako-chan," he tried out.

His voice sounded rough and his eyes barely held hers, drifting down to her rosy lips.

"I know you respect me, Ei… Is it okay, if I…?"

You can do everything you want with me, Ochako.

He nodded instead of talking, not trusting his voice, pulling her a little lower against him so their noses could brush.

"Eijiro," she tasted the full sound of it, their eyes locking together. The pointy horns in his hair were poking at her brown mane and she liked the idea they were melding together as she released her weightlessness entirely, finding his body against hers, strong and… almost impossible to handle.

She turned her head to the side just enough for their nose to go past one another. He blinked at her, wishing he could see her clearly from this close, but he could smell her, from the lilac shampoo down to that clean, bubbly scent that was all Uravity. Her lips tested his, feather-like. His mouth was soft and welcoming, even though neither of the teenagers knew what they were doing. He pressed a little more into her, Uraraka gripping his shoulders to steady herself as they kissed. Out of pure instinct, their lips parted and tongues darted out in an awkward dance. His teeth were pointy, but they were hard and not edgy like she might have feared. With his warm embrace all over her, Ochako doubted there was anything she could fear. She reached up to grab fistfuls of his pointy hair, finding the softness beneath the gel and almost wishing he'd let it down. She was always curious to see how long it was.

There was a fantasy in her mind of seeing him walking out of a steamy shower, his red hair clinging to him, chest rising up and down a little too fast and his eyes lost until they'd found her.

She moaned into his mouth and would have yelped at the sudden shift in her boyfriend's attitude if she could produce a sound.

He closed his lips around her lower lip, tugging and nibbling as though the very touch of this small part of her skin was the only thing he craved. The hand he'd kept on her waist travelled along her ribs, tiptoeing around her left breast to stroke her neck and he grazed a spot bellow her ear, awaking more shivers within her.

"Kirishi…!"

His name died into another kiss, her legs hooked around his waist as he pressed them both into the wall, Uraraka wondering if she should make them both float in fear someone would walk by. She wanted to be squeezed more, to feel him closer, she almost wished he was wearing his hero uniform because that would mean access to his bare chest and…

Girl, you need to stop, if he knew you had thoughts like that…

As though the same thought had run through his head, he pulled away, lifting her a little higher above him, almost out of reach, and his muscles bulged at the action, Uraraka feeling the movement under her hands. The friction against her thighs. A warm puddle was forming inside. Threatening to overflow right between her legs and she had no idea how it could end. She didn't want it to end.

"Ochako, I…" he panted.

God, how had she not noticed how hot he was between exchanging blows with the other guys during their training session?

"I need to kiss you more," she cut him off, greedily pulling on the collar of his shirt.

He was happy to oblige, slipping her back to the level of his mouth, letting out a nasal sigh as she ruffled his hair and stroked his scalp.

Her hips were about to move and it was wrong, it had to be wrong, they were still in the hallway, for all they knew, Jiro could hear them both and was relaying the news to their classmates right as…

"Oh my!" Midnight let out a surprised gasp. "Now this is a development I had been hoping to see sooner."

It was instantaneous. Ochako started floating with shame and Kirishima grabbed her wrists out of reflex, tugging her down to earth, letting go only when he heard her soles touching the floor. They both turned towards their teacher, flushed and self-conscious of the potential saliva glistening on each other's lips. They took one step apart, Uraraka grabbing his hand as she realized he was taking a step forward, surely to shield her from any punition and take the full blame.

"I'm very sorry, Mid…"

"Young man, you didn't look sorry at all, don't expect to fool me. I just hope you're both careful when making out behind closed doors."

Their flush intensified to a plus ultra level that was far from heroic, except if one could deem a blood vessel as heroic in carrying out the embarrassment of two very red-handed teenagers.

"We're going out together," Ochako felt the need to say.

"As I'm aware. I'll congratulate you two when you manage to keep your hormones in check during class hours. Now, get back to your seats. Well, maybe not right away for you, Kirishima-kun. One look at your hair and everyone in the class will know what you were…"

"Kirishima, Uraraka, if you're going to attend class, it's still time, or I can put you two in separate detention to make sure it's an actual punishment," Aizawa interfered, stepping out of the classroom, his eyes redder than usual from the sheer annoyance of dealing with Mineta's antics. There was no scarf left around his shoulders.

"Yes sir!" Kirishima barked in answer, bowing to him, Ochako imitating him, only realizing she hadn't let go of his hand when they finally walked back into the class.

They shared a quick, sheepish look, Kirishima giving her palm a squeeze that she gave back, the pair parting without having to face the catcalls or complain of Mineta, who was tied up to his chair with his mouth thoroughly gagged by one of Aizawa's secret techniques.

"That's going overboard even for you, Aizawa," Midnight observed. "I'm here to announce this summer's training plans. It will be a tag team survival race in the wild. You have two months to prepare, which include finding a partner you can trust and who will balance your quirk."

Midnight handed out a few pamphlets to make sure the information would be remembered by their students, teasing Aizawa to get no reaction from him at all, and answering to Iida's few questions, ending her explanation with news they hadn't been expecting.

"The partner you pick doesn't have to be from your class. It can be a student from class B or even from another course than the hero course. You're around the time you need to find yourself sidekicks. Only one team of more than two people will be allowed, and the director will be expecting a full explanation as to why the people on this team would work better together. Have fun getting prepared."

She struck a pose, blowing them a kiss and retreated from the classroom.

Aizawa didn't give his students a minute to talk about who they wanted to partner with, resuming the class about quirk lawsuit history, talking a little faster than was his usual. He couldn't wait to get back in his sleeping bag.

Meanwhile, Kirishima and Uraraka had exchanged a few texts, the young girl borrowing Momo's laptop.

K: Can I ask for more kisses?

U: I sure hoped you would. 😉 How's that mark looking?

After the class, she rushed to his desk and lifted his sleeve, everyone noticing the diagonal shape the top of the mark had taken.

"Oh my god, Uravity, you took off with Kirishima to make out like wild beasts?!" Mina exclaimed.

"Hey!" both teenagers reacted at the same time, blushing defensively.

"No denying is proof," Kaminari added to the teasing.

"You guys shouldn't make fun of classmates like that!" Iida warned them.

The next class started with Cementoss, too quickly for many more words to be exchanged. And it was back to texts for the pair.

U: Are we partnering up together for that tag-team thing?

K: You bet! I just need my quirk back by then to be a proper partner for my lady.

U: This lady shall help. I can't have you turn into Red instead of Red Riot.

He heaved a sigh, pouting as he willed away the sting of her playful words.

I'm not less, I'm still Red Riot without the shield.

He threw a look her way and was met by her loving gaze. Even quirkless, her eyes told him he looked perfect to her. And they held the promises of good times.

To be continued…

Who knows how many chapters there will be for this one? The kissing challenge is on and Uraraka must kiss Kirishima many more times for him to recover his quirk. Will things escalate between them as they get more acquainted with the intimacy they can share? How much trouble can Kirishima get into without his quirk? Will All Might appear at all in this fic?

Let me know what you think about this rare pairing. I love them with all my heart.