Fluff - k

 To everyone else it seemed as though Aizawa Shouta was asleep. If the intermittent grunts and snoring was anything to go by, he was... but he woke periodically when a loud laugh or banging of the table startled him. The next question was the one Kayama had been waiting for, and her loud squeal of delight set his teeth on edge. He opened his bleary eyes just in time to hear his friend bragging.

"Now I've <i>got</i> this one." Hizashi preened a little, combing his blond hair with his fingertips as he smirked smugly. "It's not embarrassing at all, yo. I have kissing <i>down</i>."

Aizawa couldn't help but butt in. "Probably because he runs his mouth all the time. He's got a lot of practice with that area most people don't."

"Hey!" Hizashi protested with a raised eyebrow. "Yer not baiting me this time. Ha, <i>no way</i>." He emphasized that last point in English. "I know what I'm good at, and I'm a real good kisser."

"You're not telling me that you've kissed a lot, are you, Yamada?" Kayama looked downright skeptical.

"Why's that so hard to believe? I'm a Pro Hero, an' a celebrity one, too. Girls have been known to throw themselves at me."

Elly stuffed a piece of sushi in her mouth to try and combat the bitter taste that flooded her tongue.

"Uh oh, she's turning green."

"Knock it off," she hissed angrily, chewing and trying not to look upset. "Jealousy is a waste of energy. Plus, it's silly."

Hizashi leaned into her space, pursing his lips and wiggling his eyebrows. "So? You jealous, babe?"

"I told you -"

"Nuh uh, you said it was silly. Not that you weren't. Are you jealous, Ches?" He batted his eyelashes at her and damned if she didn't blush. Hizashi blinked. "Wait... you <i>are</i>. Oh, woooow, holy shit."

She stared him right in the eyes, and though her gaze was a little hard her voice was soft. "The past isn't worth getting upset over. It's the present that matters."

"But you are, and it's flattering." He shrugged. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little jealous of your others, too. I'm willing to bet I can beat 'em on the first try, though." He laughed out loud, his eyes sparkling with good-natured mirth.

She started to shake when he sat up and placed his arm around her shoulders once more. The fingers of that hand gently toyed with her hair and randomly stroked her neck, causing her to bite her lip and blush even harder.

"There are so many different kisses," he mused. "Romantic, I mean, yeah? Soft, simple brushes of lips to the knock down, drag out soul kisses with lots of tongue wrestling... and everything in between."

"Yeah," she agreed, feeling faint. He was so close ...did that mean he was going to try to kiss her <i>right now</i>?!

Hizashi read the look in her eyes and shook his head, though. "We only get <i>one</i> first kiss, baby," he whispered, "an' I ain't wasting it right now." He licked his bottom lip slowly, staring deeply into her eyes. "I want to make you weak in my arms, giving yourself up in the moment. An' we can do <i>aaaall</i> the other kisses after." He gave a little shiver and grinned at her response, watching her eyes grow wide and her chest start to heave with passion.

"H - Hih - <i>zashi</i>," she gasped.

"Ohhh, my given name. Yeah, that's much better."

Kayama was left gaping with her mouth open in shock. "Wh - what just <i>happened</i>?"

"You underestimated him." Yagi's smile was like the sun coming up.

Aizawa went back to snoring.

Fluff - j

 "Do you like to joke around with or prank her?"

Elly spoke up right away this time. "He likes to tease me," she laughed.

"Whaaaaa? Me?!" He gave her his most innocent look, complete with large doe-like eyes.

"Yes, you! You're always calling me names when I least expect it."

"What's <i>this</i> all about," Kayama asked, perking up right away.

Hizashi shrugged, a secret smile on his lips. "I dunno what she's talking about." He swirled the last dregs of beer around in his glass, staring at the amber liquid as it sloshed around.

"Baby," a sleepy voice snarked off to their left.

"Aizawa, c'mon!"

"Or babygirl? You think I'm not paying attention when you flirt? You're terrible at it. Who calls someone a <i>baby</i> as a term of endearment?"

"See?" Elly burst out in giggles, covering her face with her hands as she laughed.

Hizashi patted her side as she wiggled around in mirth. "M'glad my efforts at least amused you."

"So he calls her cutesy names? Why haven't you done that tonight?!"

"I try not to when we're all together," he sniffed. "<i>Some</i>body is too invested in our relationship and would've made a big deal about it."

"It used to be our secret," she smiled. "But if you want..."

"Yeah? Baby?"

Elly sighed and melted into his warmth.

Fluff - i

 "Huh." Kayama set her phone aside and took a sip of her drink.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Elly gave her a decidedly flat look, her ears sideways. "What's the next?"

"Injury," she said quietly, watching Hizashi closely because she had a hunch. "What would you do if she were injured, Yamada?"

They all knew getting hurt on the job was an eventuality; there was no way around it. But as the dark-haired woman predicted, this panicked him. He tried to brush it off in true Mic fashion, blustering and joking, but Elly didn't even hear what he was saying. His high-pitched laugh was almost a shriek, and the circles around his eyes grew thinner.

"Hell, we all end up in the hospital at some point! Like, yanno, when Eraser here got fucked over by those Nomu at school an' ended up a Mummy Man, all wrapped up in bandages -" He choked to a stop as she placed a finger on his mouth.

"Shhh. Deep breaths." Hizashi took a huge, shuddering gasp of air and she squeezed his shoulder, maintaining physical contact. "Tell me something you can see."

"Uh, uh, your eyes," he babbled. "They're pretty an' purple a -"

She interrupted him firmly. "Tell me something you smell."

"Yer perfume," he whispered. His eyes were focused fully on her, now, his anxiety evaporating. "Ya smell like a flower... it's nice. Sweet."

Elly stroked a long lock of blond hair back from his cheek, tucking it behind his ear. "Good, very good. That's lavender, by the way. I only wear it when we go out on nights like this."

He sighed, leaning into the touch, then remembered they weren't alone. Hizashi snapped upright, his ears burning. "Um. Sorry?"

"You don't have to apologize." Her eyes were filled with sympathy and a warm, soft affection. <i>This dear man had a panic attack just thinking about the</i> possibility <i>of me being hurt.</i>

No one said anything else. Aizawa continued to snore, the muzzy sounds filling the room for a long while.

Fluff - h

 "When and how do you like to hold hands?"

"So, yeah, I'm a touchy guy." He shrugged. "I just need to know it's okay, like, if we were dating, see, I'd be holding your hand right now." He lightly caught her fingers with his, tangling them together. Not only was the contact electrifying, he began gently rubbing a thumb on the sensitive skin on top of her hand.

"That's not just holding," she stammered, her face bright red.

Hizashi looked down and also blushed. "Yeah, uh, I can let g - go, if you want..." He trailed off as she squeezed tighter for a second, but she took her hand back.

"Okay."

"Damn," he breathed. "It's not like I wanted to, it's that I thought, yanno, maybe <i>you</i> didn't..?"

"Yamada, you had your arm around me earlier," she pointed out. Elly cleared her throat and went on shyly, "I'm not going to say no, whether it's your arm or hand."

He immediately took her hand in his again. "Wait," he then said, his eyes widening, "does this mean I can -"

"Next question!"

"I <i>was</i> askin' a question..."

"Kayama?"

"Hmmmm? Oh, no, I'm all ears. What was that, Yamada?"

The Voice Hero glared at her for a moment, then turned back to Elly. Instead of asking, he disengaged from her hand and raised his arm on her side. His hazel eyes glowed golden as his hair in the dim light of the room, and he gave her a syrupy slow smile. She hesitated, then snuggled into his side with a low sigh. Hizashi's eyelids drooped and he sighed with contentment.

"No sleeping," Kayama muttered.

"They're cute together."

"Cute or not, we're not finished -"

"Keep asking," Hizashi said, his voice dreamy. "Fire away."

Fluff - g

 "How do you feel about gift giving and what are your general habits?"

"We all know this one. Yamada likes gifting." Yagi drank a little water, thinking back to when he'd first started working at the school and the DJ had given him a memory stick with hours and hours of his radio show on it. He chuckled.

"Yeah, but his gifts are crap."

Hizashi's lower lip thrust out in a pout. "They are <i>not</i>! Music is good for the soul, Kayama ..." He paused, then snorted, "which may be why you don't like it."

"I like music. Not a million hours of whatever the hell you decide is good, with your babbling filling the gaps."

"Does he give CDs?" Elly looked confused.

"Oh, I forgot! His attitude toward you is completely different." Kayama rolled her eyes expressively. "For you, he buys the good shit. Like Valentine's."

"What?!"

"Heh heh heh." Hizashi ducked his head, hiding his face from her intense gaze.

"Yamada," she asked very quietly, "Is what she said true? Were <i>you</i> the one that sent me all those presents on Valentine's day?"

"...and whaaaat if I said yeahhhhh?" He set his pointer fingers on each other with a sheepish expression. "Yeah?"

"Oh my god!" She clutched her heart, dramatically tugging on the fabric on her shirt. "There was <i>so much</i>! Too much!"

"Well, when I started it was only the roses an' the candy, but then you were so freakin' <i>cute</i>, you didn't believe anybody would do that for you, so I kept going."

"I remember that," Yagi murmured. He bent forward, his side locks dipping as he looked fondly over at the counselor. "You thought it was a joke at first. But after lunch when you got the rest, it became clear it was too much money to be spent on a frivolous jest."

Aizawa grunted sourly. "It <i>was</i> too much money."

"No." Hizashi surprised him by dropping his voice low when he answered, a trait he reserved for only serious occasions. "No, it wasn't too much. I needed to show Ches that she's worth it - despite what she thinks."

"I have it all," she marveled quietly. "I ate most of the candy, but the flowers were forever roses and the stuffed animals are on my bed." <i>I may just snuggle them a lot more now that I know who they came from</i>, she thought in bewilderment.

"Did he give you any music?"

Elly nodded. "There wasn't anything with him speaking, I guess because it would've given him away. There was a <i>cassette</i> -."

"Seriously?!"

"I thought she'd ask me for help, to play it..." He pointed at his neck where his gear would be when he was dressed as Mic. "I had this whole speech prepared!"

"Does the cassette player work on your speakers?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, shit, I didn't know that! I had to search forever to find one afterward!"

They all burst out laughing except Aizawa, who picked up two napkins and proceeded to stuff them in his ears.

Fluff - f

 "F ...oh, do you want a family, and the same goes for Ches." This time Kayama looked genuinely curious.

"Don't most people want children?" Yagi looked wistful as he spoke.

"I don't know," Elly answered truthfully. "A family could mean just a pair of people, or their families combined. It doesn't <i>have</i> to involve children."

"True dat."

"Yamada," she scolded gently.

"Sorry." He coughed. "Uh, here's a question for ya, though. Have you never wondered what our kids might look like?"

Elly blinked several times in rapid succession as she struggled to come up with an answer that didn't incriminate her. "Um."

"They might look like Yamada, the poor things."

"Now really, Kayama," Yagi spluttered. "That's unfair."

"Like they'd have little, furry kitty ears but be blond?" He reached out and stroked the velvet triangles, smiling to himself. "You'd want the babies to have my eyes, right? You said you like them."

"Yamada Hizashi!" She bit her lip, a frown wrinkling her forehead as she pulled away from him. "Now, Kayama, this has gone far enough. That's not <i>fair</i>, and I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"I'm sorry? Ches? Ches?" Hizashi's throat closed up as he stared at her sulking beside him in the booth.

"It's okay," Kayama soothed. "I'm sorry, too... imagine how traumatic imagining having kids with <i>Yamada</i> would be."

"I shouldn't have gone along with this," Yagi sighed, his own heart hurting as he watched the counselor's face twist in agony.

Elly's ears folded back and she was about ready to leave when Aizawa spoke up, silencing them all. "He picked names for them, you know."

"What."

"Who?"

"Aizawa?!"

She glanced back over her shoulder. "Names? Who did?"

"One night when he was really drunk," the dark-haired man confirmed. He pointed at his friend, who was making slashing motions across his throat. Aizawa ignored him and plowed on. "He told me he'd been thinking what he wanted to name his kids with you. He mentioned he'd had a dream or something..."

"Buaahaahaha! <i>What a <b>kidder</b></i>, Aizawa!" Hizashi clapped him on the back repeatedly. The smile plastered across his sweating face was wide and nervous. "Hey, sorry if I joked too hard, huh? Huh? I didn't mean to embarrass you. For real. Don't go."

Aizawa fixed him with a murderous stare. "Cut that out or I'll mute you for the rest of the week."

He shrugged it off, however, catching her sleeve between his fingers instead before she could stand up fully. "Please, <i>please</i> sit back down. I'm an idiot, I know I am -"

Elly sighed and fell back into the padded booth once more. "You're not an idiot," she sighed wearily. "I did the same thing. But let's drop it for now, okay?"

"Uh huh!" He nodded furiously.

She relaxed slightly and turned to see Aizawa was holding up a bar napkin. He'd gotten a pen from somewhere and written the names on it. Elly clapped a hand over her mouth, not upset but rather suddenly feeling the urge to burst out laughing.

They were ridiculous.

She <i>loved</i> them.

Fluff - e

 They ate for awhile, but Kayama couldn't hold back and was soon reading off the list again. She was, however, displeased at the next question.

"How do you express emotions around her..?" Kayama scoffed. "That's not juicy at all. Besides, we all know Yamada doesn't hold anything back."

"I resent that." He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Yes, he does." Elly shook her head. "I'm a therapist, remember?"

"Oh. Oh, shit."

"He holds in too much," she said sadly. "No, Yamada, you do. It comes out as that over-the-top cheerful persona, but there's a lot more of you I'd like to know better. Especially the messy parts you haven't been able to let out. Those are what make you, you."

"Huh." Hizashi fidgeted with a red-beaded bracelet he wore on one wrist, spinning it around. His brows were drawn up into a point but not too high, just enough that those that knew him saw he was thinking.

"I want to be here for you, okay?" She laid a hand on his and he frowned harder, but then shook himself out of the mental fog that had been building up.

"Yeah! Okay!" His huge smile was back and he spoke in English, giving her a thumbs-up.

"Boring." Kayama yawned. "Can we move on now?"

Fluff - d

 Yagi set aside his barely-touched bowl of soup. He rubbed a hand on his stomach with a pained grimace, but forced his expression to clear when he noticed some of the others watching him closely. He smiled his biggest smile to set them at ease.

"Eating is a bit difficult for me lately. I will try again later. I believe 'D' is next, yes?"

"Dating!" Kayama shrieked with glee.

"Lemme guess, my ideal date?" Hizashi paused, thinking. This involved drumming the fingers of his free hand on the table, mustache wiggling as he looked around. "<i>Our</i> ideal date?"

"Yeah, Yamada - what <i>is</i> your ideal date?"

"I know!" He waved the arm that had been draped around her in the air, punctuating his speech with lively gestures. "I'd take you out for karaoke an' food like this, but we'd be late - so late having so much fun that we'd go get coffee after." His grin grew. "An' then maybe we'd wake up again, go out dancing. I know the <i>best</i> clubs. The best!"

"He means the loudest," Aizawa grunted without lifting his head.

"You like dancing?"

"Love it," he said with enthusiasm, grabbing her hands in his and staring into her eyes. "I've got the stamina for it, too. I can go <i>all night</i>."

Kayama hooted loudly. "Ooooooh!"

The two were in their own world at the moment,  however, and heard none of this. Which was just as well, since there were some puns being leveled Yagi's way as well and he had started to cough loudly.

"<i>All</i> night?" Elly raised an eyebrow, leaning in dangerously close.

Hizashi winked slyly at her. "You know me," he grinned. "I've got energy to spare." He moved closer until they were only a couple inches apart, their noses almost touching. "I gotta burn it somehow, ya dig?"

"We're not at 'K' <i>yet</i>!" Kayama called out loudly all of a sudden, startling the pair. They jerked apart, faces flushed with their eyes still locked on each other.

"Oh."

"Yeah, bummer. <i>We could go for a coffee later, though</i>," he added in a whisper only she could hear.

"I think I'd like that."

Fluff - c

 A knock at their door came, and Yagi answered it politely. Their food was here, and everyone perked up at the delicious smells wafting up from platters and plates. Hizashi stabbed at the takoyaki and crammed one in his mouth, and Elly neatly served Yagi a small bowl of miso soup, which he thanked her profusely for doing.

Kayama ignored the food and relentlessly plunged forward with another question. "How would you like to cuddle her?"

Hizashi swallowed the fluffy octopus ball all at once. "Mmfft!"

"Are you okay?" Elly touched him on the shoulder, concerned as he began to cough.

"Hot!"

"He's fine, he has a huge mouth. See?" Kayama snickered as she toyed with the rim of her glass.

"Maybe he needs, uh, help..?" Yagi half stood, but the blond-haired man waved him down again.

"M'fine, fine..." He took a gulp of beer and sat back. Aizawa's arm reached out and swiped some food quickly and silently during the fuss. No one noticed him sit up the slightest bit to eat.

After a mighty swallow Hizashi glared at his tormentor with a frown. "You," he wheezed, "you're gonna kill me with this crazy shit!"

"Do you want to cuddle?" Elly sounded curious.

"Not you, too!" He threw his hands up. "I'm gonna need a lot more beer to deal with ...uh ... uhhhh." The spirals in his eyes thinned in alarm as she leaned against him, her soft weight and scent flooding his senses. "What're ya doin' there, Ches?"

"I want to hear the answer."

He jerked his head around, but Aizawa was back to sleep and no one was in a position to help him out of this one. Yagi was drinking his soup very slowly, concentrating on the warm liquid and nothing else. Kayama batted her eyelashes at him.

"A'wright, fine." He shrugged. "I like a good cuddle as much as anyone, yo. That's not weird."

"The question, Yamada, was '<i>how would you like to cuddle her</i>', not <i>do</i> you like to cuddle."

He gulped and mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I <i>said</i>, best cuddle would be, I'd take her in my arms and hold her on top of me on a couch or something." His hazel eyes softened, and he went on almost without realizing he was still talking. "In my apartment, maybe, some music is playing and we're both sleepy and warm together."

"Oh, that's nice." A low purr to his right snapped him out of his daydream. Elly was still leaning on him, but her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her lips. Hizashi swallowed harder and curled an arm carefully around her.

Fluff - b

 "Now this is more like it!" Kayama nodded as she read the next question. "What's your favorite part of her body?"

Despite the potential for any number of provocative answers, Hizashi's reply was not only swift but completely unexpected. "Her eyes," he said simply.

Elly's ears perked, the furry points swiveling toward him as she turned her head. "What? Your eyes are far more interesting," she told him with a purr. "They can look green, or gold, or even red under the sunglasses you wear as Mic... not to mention those cu - uh, the little spirals around the pupils." She caught her breath as he blinked at her, squinting as if he was trying to tell if she were serious.

"Mine? Really?"

Kayama banged the table again in irritation. "No way! That's not really a body part, it's, well, her eyes. Too safe an answer."

"I like her ears, too," he coughed. "They're -"

"Furry?" She flicked them at him and he laughed.

"They're fuzzy! Everyone likes fuzzy kitty ears, right? Right?" He waved his hands around, gesturing with them over his head and looking at the messy lump of dark hair to his left. "<i>Right</i>?!"

"I said I wanted to pet them <i>once</i>," Aizawa growled darkly.

"Did he just say..?"

"You're <i>killing</i> me here," Kayama groaned dramatically. "Are you that much of an innocent?"

"I think Yamada's answer is romantic," Yagi murmured.

"Her <i>ears</i> are <i>romantic</i>?" She adjusted her glasses with a tap of one finger, frowning.

The loud man grew louder as he grew more exasperated. "Fer cryin' out loud, you want the dirty answer? Like, what I stare at like some kinda lewd idiot 'cause of the way her Hero suit fits... uhhhh. You know. It's tight." Hizashi took a long swallow of beer, ears flaming. "<i>Whoops</i>."

"Now we're getting somewhere!"

"Ain't gonna say it," he muttered into the mug.

"Where? Her butt? Or are you a boob guy?"

Elly covered her mouth to stave off a fit of giggles. "<i>Kayama</i>!"

She raised her eyebrows at them, grinning fiercely. "Ass or tits, Yamada?" She nudged the bubbling brew closer to him. "Answer or you drink."

"I didn't mean either!" He burst out, his eyes a little wild. "I'm a fuckin' perv, okay? Next question!"

Yagi coughed blood into his hand. "<i>Yamada</i>!"

"Wait, what's that mean if it's... ohhhh." Elly crossed her legs under the table and Hizashi nearly passed out.

Fluff - a

 "Okay! Settle down you two!" Kayama smacked an open palm down on the tabletop, startling them both. Yagi sighed. "You better answer truthfully, Yamada," she warned, waving a polished nail point under his nose.

"Wh - of course I will! I'm a Hero, aren't I?" Hizashi's face turned a little paler, the hectic spots of color on his cheeks more pronounced. "M'not gonna lie, don't be insulting."

"Fine! Then, question one: what do you absolutely adore about her?"

Elly covered her face with both hands. "He shouldn't be forced to do this," she said in a strangled voice. Her ears quivered and she sounded on the verge of tears.

Hizashi turned to her with a sudden, sunny smile on his features. "Cheer up, babe! I want to do this! It will make you feel good, right? It's all positivity!"

Yagi was peering over Kayama's shoulder and he pointed a bony finger at the glowing screen of her cell phone. "Doesn't that say admire, not - <i>ack</i>!"

"Shut. Up," she hissed at him between her teeth, yanking the phone away. "So? What do you adore about Cheshire?"

"Uhhh. Oh boy." Hizashi pursed his lips, mustache points wiggling as he thought. "She, uh, her... oh. I got it." He grinned at her. "She makes me smile? Is that, uh, okay? 'Cause she does."

"Yamada, you're almost <i>always</i> smiling," Kayama pointed out.

"Yeah, but..!" He wrinkled his nose, groaning. "Ah, shit. Not <i>always</i>."

Elly laughed softly. "You do smile a lot."

"Yer supposed to be on my side, here!"

"There was no talk of sides."

"Arrghh. Okay, what then? You make me feel better when I don't feel so good, ya dig? I mean, like that time you came with us when we went drinking on Saturday -"

Elly's eyes widened. "I remember."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! What happened?!" Kayama was fidgeting in place, her eyes alight.

Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "Well, uh, she took me home afterward. Ya know Aizawa usually carts my ass back -"

"Not like I <i>want</i> to," the scruffy man grumbled from where his head rested in his arms.

"Yeah, but she did it and it made a huge difference."

"Because I took care of you? I couldn't leave you alone, you wouldn't have made it. You almost strangled yourself on your hair twice on the way there before I tied it back for you, let alone all the barfing." She shuddered. "So <i>much</i>," she added weakly as she sipped from her drink.

Aizawa made a sound between a snort and a chuckle, but still didn't raise his head.

He whined sadly. "Yeah, I was super gross and you still stayed."

"Well, this got disgusting quick, and not in the way I was hoping." Kayama made a face and glanced down. "What's say we just move on..?"

Fluff Alphabet (Hizashi)

 It was Friday night, time for some of the teachers at U.A to gather for their regular outing to a bar or restaurant. Tonight it was only a few; but to the regulars' delight - most of them, anyway -- All Might had decided to come as well.

Things went south in record time as the good sake and beer flowed, and after awhile Kayama held up her phone with a naughty giggle. Everyone seated around the table paused, the low sound cutting through conversation instantly.

Aizawa raised his head from where it had been drooping onto his arms and sighed wearily. "Ugh. Not the laugh..."

"Yeah, now what ya got planned?" Hizashi cringed, leaning ever-so-slightly in the direction of the woman beside him, U.A's counselor.

Elly's ears perked and she unconsciously did the same, listing toward the blond-haired man as she eyed Kayama warily across the table. "No more mixed drinks!" She eyed the casually dressed Voice Hero in concern. "I'm not letting you pawn off any more of those concoctions on him."

"Aw." Hizashi draped an arm across the back of the booth. "You really do care, Ches."

"You passed out on top of me for fifteen minutes! I had to pee!"

Yagi sipped at his water and eyed the dark-haired woman beside him, obviously nervous. "What are you up to?" He asked in a low voice.

Kayama, however, was far from quiet as she waved her phone in the air, crowing with delight. "I found a quiz! <i>Look</i>, it's like a cutesy love test thing, you answer all these questions and see how compatible you are with someone!" The whole table groaned and Aizawa buried his head in his arms with a very loud and unmistakable snore. "Spoilsport," she muttered, her large, ruby red lips jutting out in an impressive pout.

"Who wants to do <i>that</i>? Why don't we just get some more food, yeah? Yeah?! I could go for -"

"I want you to take it," she pointed at Hizashi, interrupting him. "Yamada, you sit right there and answer these with Ches in mind, okay?"

Elly's tail fluffed out in all directions, smacking against the back of the booth. She gasped loudly, her face suddenly aflame. "What!"

"<i>Whaaat</i>?!"

"Inside voice, idiot," Aizawa snarled as he canceled the Voice Hero's quirk just in time. Hizashi choked, eyes wide and pointing at his throat as he was forcibly muted.

Yagi squinted at her. "Are you sure, Kayama? This, uh, doesn't seem to be a good idea..."

She winked at him. "Trust me." Then, to Hizashi, "it's either that or test my new drink!"

Elly was too busy struggling for breath to argue, and Hizashi cringed back as he watched the abysmal vapors drifting out of the vile, purple glass of unidentified liquid Kayama was pushing at him.

"I'll take the quiz," he said quickly, hands in the air with a panicked look on his face.

This was met with an evil cackle. "All right. Here we go..."

Hizashi rubbed nervously at the bridge of his nose, popping his glasses up. "Shit," he groaned. "What'd I get myself into?"


<i>What he got himself into</i>:

<b>A = Admiration</b>
What do you absolutely adore about her?

<b>B = Body</b>
What is your favorite part of her body?

<b>C = Cuddling</b>
How would you like to cuddle her?

<b>D = Dates</b>
What does your ideal date with her look like?

<b>E = Emotions</b>
How do you express emotion around her?

<b>F = Family</b>
Do you want one? Does she?

<b>G = Gifts</b>
How do you feel about gift giving and what are your general habits?

<b>H = Holding Hands</b>
When and how do you like to hold hands?

<b>I = Injury</b>
How would you act if she got hurt?

<b>J = Jokes</b>
Do you like to joke around with or prank her?

<b>K = Kisses</b>
How would you like to kiss her?

<b>L = Love</b>
How would you show your love for her?

<b>M = Memory</b>
Favorite memory together?

<b>N = Nightmare</b>
What is her worst fear?

<b>O = Oddity</b>
What is one eccentricity she has?

<b>P = Pet Names</b>
What do you call her?

<b>Q = Quality Time</b>
How would you like to spend time with her?

<b>R = Rhythm</b>
What song reminds you of her?

<b>S = Secrets</b>
How open are you with her?

<b>T = Time</b>
How long did it take you to get together?

<b>U = Upset</b>
How does she act when you’re upset?

<b>V = Vaunt
What are you proud of? Do you like to show her off?

<b>W = Warrior</b>
How do you feel about her fighting?

<b>X = X-Ray</b>
How well are you able to read her?

<b>Y = Yes</b>
How would you propose to her?

<b>Z = Zen</b>
What calms her down?