"Hey, Midoriya, do you think I'm cute?"

"What did… Wait… WHAT?!"

Midoriya drops his chopsticks onto his lap, staining the fabric of his pants with spots of mustard mayonnaise. Ochaco dropped her chopsticks as well, though hers rolled onto the floor. Iida isn't fazed, and continues to eat from his bento... though the prolonged silence finally gets his attention.
Iida looks up at the stunned faces of Midoriya and Ochaco. He's not entirely sure why they each reacted in such an extreme way. Clearing his throat, he comments, "I believe she's asking what your opinion of her is, Midoriya. As peers, it's only natural for us to be curious over what perceptions our classmates have of us. Though I'd never be so bold as to request that direct of an analysis. Good for you, Asui."

"Call me Tsuyu."

"I believe it's rude to call a person of the opposite gender by their given name, Asui. Unless, of course, they were your spouse."

"'Asui' sounds weird to me."

"One shouldn't be ashamed of their family name."

"My family doesn't call me 'Asui'."

"Well, yes, they are your family so they are entitled to -"

"Hey, Midoriya." I poke at him. Iida looks shocked to have been ignored so quickly. It's strange that he's not used to my way of switching subjects yet. I poke at Midoriya again. "Midoriya."

Midoriya snaps out of whatever world he was in and looks at me. "Y-Yes, Asui?"

"It's Tsuyu. Stop forgetting to call me that just because you're nervous."

"O-Okay, T-Tsuyu."

Ochaco had a shocked expression earlier, but now she's looking at me with a slight glare. Before, I would have easily respected 'her space' with Midoriya, and kept this kind of interaction with him out of her view. But now, I don't really care to hold myself back around her - or anyone, really. I've hung out with Midoriya for long enough to be more personal with him. She should be the same with him, if not moreso. It's her loss for not taking the initiative.

I point at my face and ask him again, "Do you think I'm cute?"

"Wh-Why are you asking me this?"

"Ochaco." I turn my attention to her.

"Yes?" Her glare quickly turns into a friendly glance. That's scary.

"Wouldn't you want to know if Midoriya thinks you're cute?"

Both of their faces turn to their brightest reds. Ochaco quickly scoots herself away. "I - I - I - I -"

"Midoriya."

"YES?" he nearly screams in panic.

"Answer my question."

"W-Well, what do you mean by 'cute'? I mean, there's so many -"

"Do you find me attractive in any way. That's what I mean by 'cute'."

Midoriya suddenly looks over my shoulder. Shoot.
"Hey, Midoriya boy." I can hear All-Might's whispering from behind me.

Midoriya quickly packs up his lunch and apologizes to us. "I'm sorry! Something just came up!"
And there he goes. Disappearing around the corner. Being pulled away at the most convenient, or inconvenient, time. All-Might needs to stop doing this during our lunch breaks.

The atmosphere left behind is really awkward. Ochaco is flustered, eating out of her bento with a fork - in silence. Iida is looking down at his lap - not saying a word. Without Midoriya, the conversation I had pushed is dead, and now all we're left with are the after-effects of what I had said.
Ochaco's upset with my questions. Iida's probably upset with how I cut him off. I'm generally considered their friend, but I don't converse with them often enough to be considered close. My relationship with them during these more personal times is exclusively attached to Midoriya. If he's not around, then they're not obligated to be chummy with me - especially after what I just did.
I'm not ashamed of what I did. But I do feel a little embarrassed to be singled out now.

"I think you're cute." Ochaco blurts out. Though she had said it towards me, she's still staring down at her bento box.

I blink. Ochaco's been known to be kind and sweet to others, but I never really experienced it first-hand. To think she would try to make me feel less alienated with that response... I smile. "Thanks. I think you're cute too, Ochaco."

Iida sits up and faces us. "I believe that you, Uraraka, are cute like a doting grandmother. And I believe that you, Asui, are cute like a childhood mascot."

Both Uraraka and I stare back at him, unsure what to make of what he just said. I know they were meant to be compliments, but... "Childhood mascot?"

"Doting grandmother?" Ochaco scratches the back of her head. "Do I look that old?"

"What exactly am I a mascot of?" I point at my face.

Iida's body stiffens as he gives a machine-like bow. "I'm sorry if I offended anyone! That wasn't my intention!"

Ochaco and I look at each other, then laugh.

Iida looks up at us in confusion. He points to himself. "Am I cute?"

Ochaco and I burst in our laughter.