Hitoshi and Kaminari's apartment wasn't the biggest. But it also wasn't the smallest.

It was in the "good" part of town, full of middle class people living middle class lives with middle class problems. The two were hero's that didn't get on the news very often, or get recognized, therefore it was easier to live together and be comfortable than live alone and struggle with bills.

They'd gotten used to each other at this point, though still having a fight or two every now and then. Kaminari didn't really care about tidiness, while Hitoshi did, and Kaminari was more reckless than Hitoshi ever was.

Kaminari did things like charge his phone with his mouth, use himself as an electrical socket, and accidentally activate his quirk in the shower. Hitoshi was always the one to sigh and get him out of such situations when he eventually short circuited.

But the night Agent (L/N) was meant to come over, Kaminari became responsible. He cleaned, he tidied, he made sure that everything looked nice so (L/N) would be impressed. He'd played wingman with Sero and Kirishima before so he knew what he was doing. To an extent at least.

When a knock rung out from their apartment door, Kaminari rushed to it, making sure Hitoshi was behind him before he opened it.

He straightened out Hitoshi's sleeves and combed his hair out, making sure he looked presentable.

"Ok, ready to get a girlfriend? There's no way she won't fall for you when you have me as your wingman!" Kaminari exclaimed, straightening the neckline of Hitoshi's shirt. The purple-haired man wore dark colored jeans paired with a black shirt partially covered by a purple suit jacket.

He batted Kaminari's hands away, pulling the jacket down over his shoulders.

"I don't need a wingman." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and reaching to open the door.

"You say that now!" Kaminari sang quietly.

Hitoshi opened the door, smiling when he saw (Y/N) on the other side. She wore khaki's and a grey turtleneck, and clenched in her hand was a bottle of some mysterious liquid. She also had a helmet tucked comfortably under her arm.

"Hey Hitoshi. Kaminari." She said, waving at them both. Hitoshi stepped aside, letting her in and taking the bottle and helmet from her hands.

Meanwhile, Kaminari stood wide eyed, eyes following the detective as she moved.

He forgot how pretty she was. Maybe being a wingman would be harder than he thought.

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"You didn't have to bring anything, really." Hitoshi reassured me as he ushered me over to sit on his couch.

"Well I couldn't show up empty-handed, I at least had to bring alcohol." I chuckled, sitting down and leaning on the arm rest.

Hitoshi smiled and opened his mouth to say something when the oven let out a loud ding that resonated through the apartment.

"Let me get that." He said before walking calmly over to the kitchen. Kaminari has since shook himself from his trance and sat in a chair across from me.

"You look nice." He said, smiling at me.

"Thank you Kaminari, you look rather dashing as well." He smiled a small smile, focused on keeping himself from blushing.

"What have you been up to? With your leave and all?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, not a lot. I taught that class at U.A. with Mirio and that was just so amazing." I said, fondly remembering the kids and how talented they were.

"Really? Are we gonna have some great new hero's soon?" Kaminari asked, excited.

"Oh yeah! They have wonderful control over their quirks, they're strong, they'll make amazing heroes." I smiled, remembering Mochizuki.

"You know, Hitoshi teaches some classes there. On occasion." Kaminari said nonchalantly, or at least tried. "That's why he was at U.A. for your seminar."

"That makes sense, I bet he'd make a great teacher. Teaching students not to rely so heavily on their quirks, it's perfect for him." I observed.

"I'm glad you think so." Hitoshi said, walking back into the living room and drying his hands with a rag. "Dinner's ready when you are."

"Of course I'm ready!" Kaminari exclaimed. "You're gonna love Hitoshi's cooking, it's the greatest!" He held his hand out to me and I took it, letting him pull me from my seat.

"I was talking to (Y/N)," Hitoshi mumbled under his breath, "but alright then."

Hitoshi has made chicken katsudon, and I have to say, it looked wonderful. We sat at their small table, bowls in front of us.

"Do you pray before meals?" Hitoshi asked, making sure not to touch his food in case I would be offended.

"No, I'm not religious." I said, chuckling and grabbing my chopsticks. Kaminari looked up at me, swallowing what he had in his mouth.

"Oh Thank god." He said, making me laugh and Hitoshi sigh.

We ate mostly in silence, Hitoshi occasionally making small talk with me.

"I saw you were at Ochaco's new place earlier," Kaminari said once we had fallen into silence again, "what do you think of the place?"

"It's absolutely gorgeous, and she had so much space! It's almost insane." I informed him. "Were you two close at U.A.?"

"Not really," Kaminari said, shrugging. "But we had our moments. I asked her out once but she didn't care for me much." He chuckled nervously, smiling.

I chuckled, smiling. Did he ever change his hairstyle? I remember seeing it back at U.A. occasionally and it looks exactly the same.

"You'll find someone, I'm sure of it! Are you dating anyone at the moment?" I asked, smiling at the blonde next to me.

"I'm not, but you could always break me from my dating hiatus." He threw a wink my way and I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. In the corners of my vision, I saw Hitoshi freeze, eye locked on his food.

"Ow!" Kaminari yelped through his teeth, making me look at him.

"Are you alright?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"He's fine, aren't you Kaminari? I accidentally kicked him is all." Hitoshi said, smiling at his roommate.

"Yep," Kaminari wheezed, "I'm fine." I raised an eyebrow at his words, gears turning in my head.

"If you say so."

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"So I'm sitting there, totally buzzed out, and next thing I know, Shinso slaps the back of my head and I'm back!" Kaminari said, making wide hand motions as he spoke.

The detective in the room laughed at his story, throwing her head back.

"Kaminari," Hitoshi said, waking into the living area from the kitchen, drying his hands with a red towel, "can you help me with something?"

"Sure man!" Kaminari exclaimed, standing. "Don't miss me to much, ok?" He said, throwing a wink in (Y/N)'s direction. She chuckled, taking a sip of her water.

"I won't."

Kaminari entered the kitchen, walking towards Hitoshi, who stood by the sink.

"What did you need?" He asked. Hitoshi turned, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, voice stern.

"What do you mean man?" Kaminari asked, throughly confused.

"What happened to being my wingman? You're flirting with the girl I want to date!" Hitoshi whisper shouted at the blonde, making him smirk.

"You said you didn't need a wingman."

"That doesn't give you a pass to flirt with her!"

"I forgot how pretty she is ok?" Kaminari said, quick to defend himself. "And she's funny, and she's smart, and she's sweet. She's amazing!"

"We like the same woman don't we?"

"Seems so."

"This is the ultimate betrayal."

Heyo!

Fun Fact: If she ever saw a hero losing a fight with a villain on the street, (Y/N) could step in and help without any repercussions since she has her hero's license.

Me: Well, I have all these ideas, why don't I put out some new MHA content! Let's just develop *this* plot that I had in mind!

The three chapters of that book that I wrote in about two hours now sitting in my drafts: 👁👄👁 "develop" my ass

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