he wastes no time, mostly because the later they get going, the longer itâll potentially take them to returnâfor a quick snack run.
the kitchen didnât have good snacks anyway, it was all basic stuff, although that mightâve been more than he could ask for from other schools. izuku considers this as he leads kirishima away from the door, blocking it a little to buy them time should anyone notice they were gone. a few books, the chair from his desk. he considers maybe simulating his body in the bed, a few piles of clothes would doâexcept thereâs the issue that kirishima was probably seen coming this way. if he was asleep, then the spotlight shined wholly on kirishima.Â
the last thing he wanted was kirishima taking the fall for something he decided, no matter how involved kirishima may have been in all of it.Â
pushing those thoughts aside, izuku leads kirishima toward the veranda by the hand, letting go only to pull the sliding door open. he goes out onto the small balcony on his own, leaning forward. a two story fall, nothing he shouldnât be able to handle with Full Cowl, he figures, then factoring in kirishimaâs weight.Â
he takes in a deep breath before stepping back and offering kirishima a crooked smile, â not the most r-ridiculous thing weâve ever done, r-right? âÂ
izuku takes a second to steady his breathing, and thereâs a brief moment of quiet before the quirk he inherited activates. it always feels this way too, steady, like a pulse as izuku feels itâs powerâbarely containedâcourse through his body. a moment from bursting, so close yet held within the confines of those brightly colored coils of light that surrounded his figure.
â it t-takes one jump to r-reach a distance of 6 m-meters in less than a second, so i-it wonât be too much t-time, â izuku says, more for himself than kirishima at this point, but that was fine wasnât it?Â
he comes over, reaching for kirishima and doing his best to lift him up without hesitation. bridal style, for how easy it was, and how much more maneuverable it was past the sliding door. past the balcony rim. attainable with one jump, and a final one over the edge and toward the trees in one fell swoop. izuku bit his lip as he held kirishima close as they fell.
he only lets go once they land in the middle of the brush, surrounded on all sides by the thickness of the plant life on campus. izuku takes a second to properly set kirishima down before talking again, tone quiet.
â we just have t-to follow this trail i-i know, and weâll be out. â
it was always fascinating to watch midoriya get to work orchestrating plans. if kirishima listened hard enough he could probably hear the gears in midoriyaâs turning, and the thought brings an amused smile to his face as he moves from the door. he keeps his hold on midoriyaâs hand, even as the other blocks the door with a chair and books.
he admires the other for actually thinking it over so wellâthey were more or less breaking curfew, and while he should probably just say nevermind⊠the thrill of this (the subtly, midoriyaâs âmission modeâ face, and spending time with him) was definitely more appealing than staying in the dorms and studying. kirishima blinks curiously at midoriyaâs handiwork before heâs led away from the blockaded door and towards the balcony.
kirishima has an inkling of what they were both about to attempt when midoriya lets go of his hand to tug the balcony door open. he watches as midoriya makes his way to the railing of the balcony to look down, probably planning something outâkirishima realizes that the thought makes him want to laugh, how long has he known the other and heâs already sort of tuned into how midoriya thinks?âlike he always was.
when midoriya turns around to grin crookedly at him, kirishima feels his heart jump in his chest againâthe flutters, he thinks, hating the way he probably has a slight blush on his face because gosh when midoriya smiles like that, boyâand kirishima nearly misses what he says. itâs enough to startle a laugh out of kirishima, and he grins back at the other.
âwell, youâre not wrong about that,â kirishima chuckles, watching as midoriya activates his quirk. it never fails to catch kirishimaâs attention, a good quirk for the hero business; it feels like eons ago that kirishima made that quip, and now look. he was so much closer with the other, and he wouldnât have had it any other way.
blinking at the murmuring from midoriya, kirishima looks past him at the balcony as he manages to catch up with midoriyaâs plan. which, was jumping off the balcony.
kirishima opens his mouth to say something, probably attempt to be the voice of reason except: midoriya approaches and scoops kirishima into his arms.
heâll never admit it, but in that single fell swoop kirishima feels his heart jump high into his throat as he all but squeaks at the movement. instinctively, kirishima throws his arms around midoriyaâs shoulders and holds on. the scenery blurs past them, leaves rustling at the movement, and with a muffled thump midoriya lands.
slowly midoriya sets him downâat which he reluctantly lets go of his sort of death grip on the otherâand kirishima attempts to straighten himself up. kirishima lets out a relieved sigh as he looks up at the balcony they just leapt from.
it wasnât that bad, just⊠he wasnât expecting being swept off his feet like that. not that he was complaining being held in midoriyaâs arms like he was a brid--
ahem. right. their snack run.
midoriyaâs voice is quiet when he explains, and kirishima manages to nod. right! back on track and not thinking about how nice it was to be in the otherâs arâ
âright!â kirishima says, louder than usual and he winces at the volume before adjusting, âright! letâs go!â
(golly gee wiz kirishima, get your head in the game.)
