"Million Star."

The two newly-recognized heroes walked side-by-side through the local market. It was one of the first days of summer, the locusts humming in the distance as the pair approached a tent. This tent in particular had a variety of flowers.

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at Midoriya. "Ain't that just Baby's Breath? Kind of a useless flower."

Midoriya raised his nose from sniffing and shook his head with a smile. "That's the common name, but there's a lot of different kinds! This one is called Million Star." He looked back toward the arrangement and whispered, "It's usually overlooked, but the name Million Star reminds me of One for All."

Bakugou stepped forward and took a closer look. "How do you figure?"

"Well, it's like… One for All is about using an ability to protect others," he said, grasping a fist. "Million Star is kind of like that; it's used for all occasions, all kinds of arrangements…. They're beautiful when they help other flowers shine."

Bakugou nodded but scoffed. "Except that that's the wrong one, dumbass."

Midoriya stopped sniffing the flowers to look up at Bakugou.

Bakugou lifted a hand and cradled a small bunch between his forefinger and thumb. "This is New Love."

Midoriya sputtered. "N-New Love?"

Bakugou reached into his pocket and dropped some coins in the shopkeeper's hand. He plucked the bunch and examined them carefully in front of his face. "I used to spend some time in my grandma's garden. She used to tell me about all these random flowers no one liked, no one would say was their favorite." He paused, then let his eyes drift up to meet Midoriya's just for a moment before looking back to the flowers. "She told me that you always find these with other flowers because they imply stronger feelings when you give them to someone. They give other flowers more weight." Another pause, then, "What's your favorite flower?"

"Oh, I don't know," Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I like a lot of kinds. Lilies, roses, tulips…." He counted them off on his gloved hand.

"Stupid answer." Bakugou dismissed. He leaned forward and brushed some strands back from Midoriya's ear. The latter went rigid as the former tucked the small bunch in place and stepped back to admire his work. "A flower's only as powerful as its meaning, like a hero's only as powerful as their motivation." With that, Bakugou turned on his heel to hide the sudden temperature spike in his face. "And if you tell anyone I used to garden, I'll kill you."

Midoriya stood and watched as his closest friend walked away, completely and utterly speechless.

"Come on, Deku," Bakugou called, "gotta make sure this market's safe."

Midoriya shook his head, nearly shaking out the flowers. He caught them and gingerly tucked them back in place before smiling at his friend's back. "Right behind you, Kacchan!"