Kayama plowed ahead. "How well are you able to read her?"
Hizashi glanced at his beer and saw how Elly wrinkled her nose. "Enough to know I shouldn't order another drink." He squinted at her. "Any particular reason why besides, well, you know?"
"The smell," she answered promptly. "I've got a sensitive nose and beer is <i>stinky</i>."
"Oh." He stared, crestfallen, at his second empty glass. "Oops."
"No, it's fine, though. It'll wear off. Especially if we get coffee after."
He wiggled his eyebrows. "And then I can have kisses?" She dug her fingers in his side and he choked, then started to giggle. "Don't! I'm ticklish!"
"Oh, <i>hell</i>," Elly breathed, staring at him with wide eyes. "Just when I think you can't get cuter."
"Cute?" Aizawa snorted. "He'd break all the glass in the building if you kept it up." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Can we please wrap this up? I'm getting tired."
"Tired? You slept through half the night!"
"I've got patrol later. Some of us have to work tonight and are thinking about <i>sleep</i>, not getting lucky."
"Why you gotta do me like that, bro!" Hizashi spluttered, flashing beet red again.
Kayama chuckled. "It's not going to hurt your chances, Yamada."
"B - but! Augh!" He smacked face down into the table in mortification.
Elly was quick to pat his hair gently, wincing at how hard he'd planted himself on the wooden top. "She's right, you know," she ventured as softly as possible.
Kayama still heard, however quiet she tried to be, and gave her a thumbs up.
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