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June 6
“For f*cks sake! Go! I am ignoring you until you send me -five- pictures in front of different booths. Love you both, and go have a god damned date!” The click of Kyoka hanging up rang through the dorm room, leaving Momo and Denki wide eyed and shell shocked.
Denki’s room is silent for a good couple of minutes, the shock slowly leaving and thoughts taking up what room they had to speak. The culprit, Momo’s phone, stays completely innocent of its crimes against self doubt and bad feelings. Truely, the worst of crimes.
Denki finally shook his head before beaming at his girlfriend. “Well. The queen has spoken and I don’t want to get on her bad side!” His eyes flashed with hope and a bit of affection towards both the girlfriend he is about to go out with, and the one that is basically pushing them out the door. You know, without actually being in the same building as them.
Momo for her part just childishly pouted at him, her regal posture brought low by both childish antics and the shock of Kyoka cursing them out. “I do agree. Though for me, I would rather her not ignore me for very long.” She shivered, remembering the mess that Ochako and Izumi had made earlier in the year.
“Also, I’m surprised she is named queen. Who am I then?” Her question was colored by curiosity. Usually anything referring to royalty or status would be given to her or referred to as a nickname.
Denki blinked before laughing, realizing the confusion and wanting to clear it up. “Well, you are a goddess. As for our purple haired rocker, Queen is also a band name.” And that certainly brought it into focus for her.
Momo laughed as she stood and pocketed her phone. “Well then my Storm, shall we?” The blush on his face was obvious to everyone who they passed, as was her satisfied smile. If their classmates were ones that would gossip, or were not distracted with their own plans (Mina, cough, Toru) Denki might have had to fight for her honor.
Good thing that wasn’t the case because he might have folded like a house of cards at the insinuation. Kyoka on the other hand might have learned to astral project just to bash some skulls together.
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Their first stop was at the shop Ochako pointed out when they came back from the party yesterday, a lone stall with a bunch of flags. While their stock was much depleted despite the early morning hours they still had plenty left, including the ones Denki and Momo wanted.
“Come on, lets buy some before we send that picture to Kyoka.” Denki was already looking through the many options, finding the exact ones he wanted. “Which ones were you thinking of Momo?”
“Hmmm.” The raven haired goddess looked around before her eyes lit up at her finds. “These ones are perfect! Don’t you think so Denki?” She pointed to three off to the side, letting Denki look over and whistle.
“Heck yeah! Think we should buy Kyoka one too? Or find where Izumi and Ochako set up shop?”
Momo made a show of thinking before nodding her head assuredly. Hand on her hips, arms akimbo she declared “Both.”
“As you command my goddess!” He turned to the student manning the stall, the poor business course major trying not to laugh. “We will take three Polyamorous flags, one Bisexual flag, one pansexual flag, one polysexual flag and one standard Pride flag.”
Momo quickly paid for their purchases and the two quickly placed their flags on their clothes with pens Momo made in a sparkle of red and magenta colors. The heiress had her poly sexual flag layered over her polyamorous flag like a shawl, Denki had his bisexual flag like a cape and his polyamorous flag tied off around his waist. The three other flags wrapped up and would be placed into their bag. Well, after the picture that was.
“Ready?”
“Ready!”
When Kyoka opened the message app on her phone up to the Party of a Band chat (A play on poly groups being their own DnD groups, part of the class A Band, and the old prequirk book Bloody Rose) and found a picture loading.
The woman couldn’t hold back her smile when she saw her two dorks taking a selfie in their outfits, holding three flags between them that she knew she would find in her dorm room when she was finally allowed back in the hero course.
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“Hey! Denki! Momo! You guys made it!” Mina bounced up and down, the fliers in her arms almost escaping.
The two in question had just seen the pink woman handing those out and waiving people into the pavilion she was standing outside of.
“Hey Mina! The other two inside?” Denki leaned around to look in, despite being blocked by the line of students and teachers.
“Yep! Go ahead and get in line, I promise you guys will love what they do!
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Kyoka ended the call and looked out the open window, the warm breeze and faint starlight causing her to smile. A few minutes of decompressing later she turned back to the device and started swiping through pictures.
The one outside of the flag shop, their present for her clearly displayed.
The one selling perfumes, Momo holding hers up to the light while Denki had his proudly hanging from his neck, the purple vial right on his chest. She had noticed Momo’s was also purple, though the scent was supposed to be named “Petrichor” and was hanging on a golden chain, the lid looking like a coiled dragon with ruby eyes. Of course Momo was quick to point out the eyes were glass, the only thing she made was the chains.
The next picture was of the two at a picnic table. Denki was waving around his hotdog and Momo had several dishes in front of her. What caught Kyoka’s eye though was a pair of dessert onigiri that was sitting an equal distance between them. A dish she -knows- they know she loves.
Another in front of a pellet gun carnival game based on Snipe. Momo looking absolutely gorgeous as she focused and Denki throwing up a peace sign.
The fifth and the one that she messaged telling them they were dorks was next to a grinning pair of painters, Izumi and Ochako smiling just as brightly into the camera. (How she didn’t go blind must have been the will of Kami, the digital medium keeping her sanity at the overwhelming brightness of those four at bay.) Denki had a golden and red Microphone on his cheek, Momo with a thundercloud that instead of lightning was a music note.
There were so many more, a bunch from other booths or even the slew of them from the party. Denki with a huge hamburger, presenting it to their girlfriend. Or The two of them toasting with multicolored drinks (there was no way that quirks were not involved.) And even one of the two in a deep kiss, Momo dipping Denki low to the ground.
Kyoka brought her phone up to her forehead and tapped it against the glass, trying to keep the tears silent. “Gods I love those two.”
And that was the truth.
