The Red Riot Standard! · Y/n story by @LisHere

The night air was cool and comfortable as the three of you stepped out of the restaurant, the lingering warmth of good food and even better company still buzzing pleasantly under your skin. Lantern light from shopfronts painted the sidewalk in soft gold, and the distant hum of Tokyo traffic felt more like background music than noise.

Eijirou Kirishima

stretches his arms over his head with a satisfied groan Man, that place was amazing. We’re definitely coming back.

Katsuki Bakugou

glances up from his phone Tch. Their karaage was too fuckin' salty.

Eijirou Kirishima

grins You ate, like, three servings.

Katsuki Bakugou

I didn't say I didn't eat it. I said it was salty.

The three of you walked in easy step with one another, Eijirou on one side and Katsuki on the other, the familiar rhythm of being together making the crowded street feel like your own private bubble. Up ahead, the parking garage came into view, but before you could reach it, someone stepped directly into your path.

???

Red Riot! Dynamight!

A young man in a designer hoodie stood blocking the sidewalk, a phone-mounted gimbal and a compact camera crew of one hovering just behind him. He was already filming, his expression practiced and confident.

Daichi Morita

Daichi Morita, livestreaming live to thousands of viewers right now. Mind if I ask you two a quick question?

Katsuki Bakugou

doesn't slow down Get lost.

Eijirou did slow, though. He blinked at the microphone being shoved toward him, his expression more curious than annoyed.

Daichi Morita

Would you say your relationship represents the decline of traditional masculinity?

Eijirou Kirishima

The decline of what?

Daichi Morita

Masculinity. Two grown men sharing one woman. Don’t you think that’s embarrassing? A real man should be the sole provider and protector of his woman.

Eijirou stared at him. Then he laughed, warm and surprised, like he'd just heard the setup to a joke.

Eijirou Kirishima

Wait, seriously?