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Bakugou has always had the best ideas, but typing down "I like you a lot." and hiding them in white font in between Kirishima& #39;s essays isn& #39;t one of them.
Bakugou has always had the best ideas, but typing down "I like you a lot." and hiding them in white font in between Kirishima& #39;s essays isn& #39;t one of them.
âI really like you, Kirishima.â Bakugou types. âI think Iâve liked you since first year.â
With a satisfied nod, Bakugou highlights his sentence; a translucent blue over his words, and hovers the computer pointer towards the font color; a solid white bar under a capital A, and clicks on it. The words heâs typed down blinks away, masked under the white of the document.
His eyes shift towards the word count displayed on the bottom left, a nice 2000 staring at him, saves the file, and prints it too: the slender machinery in his dorm room coming to life as it withdraws the essay on crisp clean paper.
Bakugou slides across the short distance, the wheels of his chair squeaking as he did; taking a mental note to get it repaired over the weekend, and catches the swishing paper before it hits the ground.
âNice catch!â
Bakugou whips his head towards the voice, brows furrowed as he spots Kirishima grinning at him with his arms crossed standing by his open door, letting all the cool air out.
âClose the door.â
Kirishima steps inside, kicking the door close. âSorry.â
Bakugou whips his head towards the voice, brows furrowed as he spots Kirishima grinning at him with his arms crossed standing by his open door, letting all the cool air out.
âClose the door.â
Kirishima steps inside, kicking the door close. âSorry.â
âPaper.â Bakugou says, Kirishimaâs work in his hands. âYou owe me. Your essay was short, Mic-sensei checks the word count, you know that.â
âWhat did you type?â Kirishima flips his paper around; scanning the sentences, missing how Bakugouâs cheeks flush pink at the question.
âWhat did you type?â Kirishima flips his paper around; scanning the sentences, missing how Bakugouâs cheeks flush pink at the question.
âYou donât need to know.â
âBakugou, was there something wrong with my file?â
âWhat? No.â
âOh.â Kirishima squints his eyes, scratching the paper. âIs your printer out of ink?â
âNo.â Bakugou rolls his eyes. âIs there a problem, Kirishima?â
âWhat? No.â
âOh.â Kirishima squints his eyes, scratching the paper. âIs your printer out of ink?â
âNo.â Bakugou rolls his eyes. âIs there a problem, Kirishima?â
âNone at all!â Kirishima stands upright and grins, hiding the paper behind his back. âI wouldnât bother you about it! You already printed and kinda finished my essay soâŠâ He points his lips. âThanks for that by the way and-â
âSpit it out.â
âSpit it out.â
Kirishima sighs and shows his paper, walking to Bakugou like a kid in trouble. âThereâs a weird space between this paragraph and this one.â Kirishima points. âItâs like there was something supposed to be there, but thereâs none?â
âWho cares.â Bakugou looks away, trying to act as nonchalant as he could, shooing away Kirishimaâs concern with a wave of his hand. âMic never reads the physical paper, heâs only doing that for portfolio purposes, thatâs why we have e-submissions.â
âReally?â
âWould you take hours out of your personal time to check if your student reached 2000 word count on physical paper?â
âWellâŠâ
âNo, you wouldnât.â Bakugou says, eyes widen a fraction. âWell, /you/ would.â He corrects himself. âBut Mic wouldnât.â
âWould you take hours out of your personal time to check if your student reached 2000 word count on physical paper?â
âWellâŠâ
âNo, you wouldnât.â Bakugou says, eyes widen a fraction. âWell, /you/ would.â He corrects himself. âBut Mic wouldnât.â
âIf you say so.â Kirishima scratches his head, and offers an apologetic smile.
âI know so.â Bakugou shrugs his shoulders. âAnd even if there was something there. Itâs not there for a reason, idiot.â
âI know so.â Bakugou shrugs his shoulders. âAnd even if there was something there. Itâs not there for a reason, idiot.â
âWhat does that mean?â Kirishima squints his eyes and leans forward, and Bakugou grips the cushions of his chair, his nails digging in the foam, making it a point to lean away. âThat sounds super weird coming from you.â
âYouâre super weird.â Bakugou forces himself to keep eye contact; anything to keep Kirishima from even glancing at how his lip quivered nervously. âShut up, get out of my room.â
âThatâs sus, Bakugou!â Kirishima points an accusing finger, Bakugouâs eyes cross as it nears the bridge of his nose.
Bakugou swats his hands away.
Bakugou swats his hands away.
âIâm never printing any of your shit again.â
âWait! Nevermind!â Kirishima retracts, gripping his paper tight, stepping away from the blonde. âTotally not sus, totally!â
âGet out of my room.â
âWait! Nevermind!â Kirishima retracts, gripping his paper tight, stepping away from the blonde. âTotally not sus, totally!â
âGet out of my room.â
Kirishima rapidly nods, swings the door open, and sprints to his room. âThanks Bakugou!â He roars before shutting his own door.
âDidnât even close my door.â Bakugou mumbles, hopping out of his seat to do so.
âDidnât even close my door.â Bakugou mumbles, hopping out of his seat to do so.
A deep relieved sigh escapes him as he does, sliding down his wall.
âFuck, that was too close.â
âFuck, that was too close.â
It all started with a printerâa proud purchase.
It was to be expected, the Hero Course still had to comply with the requirements set in all schools; that meant essays, reaction papers, (answers copied and pasted from the internet), and other major papers like thesis.
It wasnât much to put up with; he would write pages and pages of how he felt about the Hero Commission, but he didn& #39;t like wasting time.
Now with his printer, he didnât have to leave campus to print, and run back and forth for any corrections he might have.
Now with his printer, he didnât have to leave campus to print, and run back and forth for any corrections he might have.
And he, truth be told, was fucking proud of his printer that he wanted to boast about it.
To Kirishima, hearing about the new printer somehow meant that he is granted the opportunity to burst in Bakugouâs room (past his bedtime) with a USB drive in hand and an essay to print.
To Kirishima, hearing about the new printer somehow meant that he is granted the opportunity to burst in Bakugouâs room (past his bedtime) with a USB drive in hand and an essay to print.
It didnât mean that at all, but Bakugou didnât mind.
It was Kirishima, his self-appointed best friendăŒcould you say no to him?
And that& #39;s where it started.
It was Kirishima, his self-appointed best friendăŒcould you say no to him?
And that& #39;s where it started.
He couldnât recall what had conjured him to start writing love confessions in Kirishimaâs paper, but something akin to a pent-up release rushed through him when he did.
It started small; a simple âI like your hair today.â before the first paragraph had started.
It& #39;s true!
Kirishimaâs hair was always something he liked. It stood so proud like a crown on his head, had everyone turn their heads when he had walked in, and it resembled the fire
It& #39;s true!
Kirishimaâs hair was always something he liked. It stood so proud like a crown on his head, had everyone turn their heads when he had walked in, and it resembled the fire
from the Sports Festival openingăŒwhere he had let Kirishimaâs personal nickname slip.
His hair wasnât actually shitty. It was pretty, most especially when he let it down and wrapped that white bandana around his forehead
His hair wasnât actually shitty. It was pretty, most especially when he let it down and wrapped that white bandana around his forehead
(which made the red even brighter. Admittedly mind-boggling) andâŠwell, he felt the need to tell him, but he couldnât.
No surprise there.
No surprise there.
He could never say that heâs been admiring him from afar. Heâd scare Kirishima right off, and he would rather bite his arm off than allow that to happen.
And yet, he types that down, and something in him didnât want to erase it.
Bakugou had to do come up with something, and masking it as an indentation to the document sounded fool-proof.
Bakugou had to do come up with something, and masking it as an indentation to the document sounded fool-proof.
Font color: White.
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Poof!
Gone!
Sorta.
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Poof!
Gone!
Sorta.
The good thing was Kirishima didnât know anything about it.
With his paper printed, and his feelings expressed in some sort of wayăŒBakugou knew he had found a way to release the suppressed crush he had for his best friend.
With his paper printed, and his feelings expressed in some sort of wayăŒBakugou knew he had found a way to release the suppressed crush he had for his best friend.
Kirishima looked at his paper, then back at the laptop propped on his lap; an index finger dragging across the screen as it skims through the sentences of his English paper.
Something was definitely off.
Something was definitely off.
âThere isnât even an indention hereâŠâ Kirishima mumbles, careful with the sheet of paper as he nitpicks with a hardened finger. âIt doesnât look like I need it eitherâŠâ He tilts the paper, to the left then to the right. âMaybe I do? Bakugou did put it there.â
Kirishima bites his bottom lip hard. âIt doesnât make sense!â
With a frustrated huff, Kirishima scrambles off of his bed; his paper on top of the laptop he carefully brings as he stands up, looking around for his slippers before heading outside.
With a frustrated huff, Kirishima scrambles off of his bed; his paper on top of the laptop he carefully brings as he stands up, looking around for his slippers before heading outside.
If he canât get it, maybe he can ask Bakugou and then he can teach him about the basics of essay-writing.
Kirishima approaches Bakugouâs door.
Knocks once, twice and then finally three times.
âBakugou?â Kirishima calls out. âHey, could you like...teach me or tell me why my essays are all weirdly spaced? Is it some Western thing youâve read about?â
Knocks once, twice and then finally three times.
âBakugou?â Kirishima calls out. âHey, could you like...teach me or tell me why my essays are all weirdly spaced? Is it some Western thing youâve read about?â
No one answers.
âBakugou?â Kirishima repeats, twisting the door knob; surprised to find it unlocked. âOh?â
âBakugou?â Kirishima repeats, twisting the door knob; surprised to find it unlocked. âOh?â
Now usually, Kirishima would have gone and entered Bakugou& #39;s room with a knock or two to warn him.
But it was 11:30PM and even //he// knew not to mess with the blondeâs carefully crafted sleep schedule.
But it was 11:30PM and even //he// knew not to mess with the blondeâs carefully crafted sleep schedule.
It went with his personalized meal plan and customized training routine: thatâs what made him so strong, tough and one of the manliest heâs so lucky to know.
Kirishima sometimes daydreams of how great of a pro-hero Bakugou would be, and (not to rush things) how great of a pair
Kirishima sometimes daydreams of how great of a pro-hero Bakugou would be, and (not to rush things) how great of a pair
theyâd make defeating villains together.
Maybe theyâd even build an agency together. Will they have interns too?
He could be the chill pro-hero and Bakugou can set the discipline and rules.
Maybe theyâd even build an agency together. Will they have interns too?
He could be the chill pro-hero and Bakugou can set the discipline and rules.
Kirishima catches himself smiling goofily, pushing his thoughts to the side; they can be his daydream fuel next time, and enters Bakugouâs room.
Nothing seemed out of place except for the absence of a green hamper usually on the edge of his bed. Bakugou must be collecting his laundry: he did prioritize Kirishimaâs essay over the chore.
The thought sends butterflies to his stomach, and he almost finds it dumb to compare
The thought sends butterflies to his stomach, and he almost finds it dumb to compare
himself to laundry.
But this was Bakugou heâs talking about, getting to pinpoint affectionate actions was like trying to find a crumb of bread in an empty drawer.
But this was Bakugou heâs talking about, getting to pinpoint affectionate actions was like trying to find a crumb of bread in an empty drawer.
Kirishima considers leaving, maybe come back after 15 minutes, but Bakugouâs lit desktop screen catches his attention and he feels an idea come to mind.
âI should have brought my USB.â Kirishima clicks his tongue.
Maybe the device was to blame as to why his format was all wonky.
He could simply compare what he sees on screen with what Bakugou has on his.
Maybe, email Mic-sensei about the few errors in his essay.
Maybe the device was to blame as to why his format was all wonky.
He could simply compare what he sees on screen with what Bakugou has on his.
Maybe, email Mic-sensei about the few errors in his essay.
Luckily enough, Bakugouâs password was incredibly easy to guess. It was his name, after all!
Well, Kirishima wishes it was his name, but Bakugou keeps saying that itâs because of the mountain that he wishes to climb one day.
Well, Kirishima wishes it was his name, but Bakugou keeps saying that itâs because of the mountain that he wishes to climb one day.
Kirishima grins as the copy of his essay is flashed on screen. It looked almost the same, except it looked like a few words were added in.
He navigates towards the edit history, clicks on it and finds himself confused as to the abundance of font color changes.
He navigates towards the edit history, clicks on it and finds himself confused as to the abundance of font color changes.
âWhat?â Kirishima mumbles, arrow hovering over the undo button. âWhatâs this? What& #39;s with the font color?â
âKirishima!â
âKirishima!â
Despite not doing anything criminal, Kirishima jumps at the voice and steps back, almost losing his balance.
His head whips to the door where a panicked Bakugou stands, the green hamper full of dry clothes scatter at his feet.
His head whips to the door where a panicked Bakugou stands, the green hamper full of dry clothes scatter at his feet.
âOh!â Kirishima is relieved, it was just Bakugou. âHey, dude.â
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my room?â
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my room?â
I just wanted to look into my document because it was really weird looking and-â
Bakugou stomps over to his desktop, exits the open window and shoots Kirishima with a glare scarier than his usual ones.
âIâm doing you a fucking favor arenât I?â Bakugou grumbles and
Bakugou stomps over to his desktop, exits the open window and shoots Kirishima with a glare scarier than his usual ones.
âIâm doing you a fucking favor arenât I?â Bakugou grumbles and
Kirishima doesnât notice the red tips of his ear. âIâm printing and editing your paper, is that not enough, do you not trust me?â
âWoah!â Kirishima exclaims, a bit offended. âThatâs not it, Bakugou. Iâm just-â
âWoah!â Kirishima exclaims, a bit offended. âThatâs not it, Bakugou. Iâm just-â
âI donât want to hear it!â Bakugou stands in front of his computer, wrapping his hands around himself, as if to protect both him and the machine. âWhat makes you think you can just ⊠look into my computer huh? Did you see anything? What if you saw something?â
âBakugou, relax.â Kirishima frowns, heâs used to Bakugouâs defensive nature; this one, however, is rubbing him the wrong way. âIâm not gonna snoop into your things.â
âWhat were you clicking around with?!â
âI just saw that there were a lot of font changes in the edit history!â
âWhat were you clicking around with?!â
âI just saw that there were a lot of font changes in the edit history!â
âDid you look into them?!â
âWhy? Is there something you arenât telling me?â Kirishima squints at him and continues. âAre you typing things into my essay? Do you want me to get expelled?â
âWhy? Is there something you arenât telling me?â Kirishima squints at him and continues. âAre you typing things into my essay? Do you want me to get expelled?â
âWhat?!â
âDonât âwhatâ me. Youâre the one being defensive over⊠I donât know, hiding stuff in my paper.â
âIâm not hiding stuff in your paper.â Bakugou sputters, tries to keep calm. âYouâre being paranoid.â
âYeah, and youâre being weird!â
âDonât âwhatâ me. Youâre the one being defensive over⊠I donât know, hiding stuff in my paper.â
âIâm not hiding stuff in your paper.â Bakugou sputters, tries to keep calm. âYouâre being paranoid.â
âYeah, and youâre being weird!â
Kirishima rolls his eyes and Bakugou suddenly feels silly for whatever it was heâs doing, but heâs gone too far now.
âShut up, donât ask me to do anything for you again.â Bakugou grumbles, he kinda hopes Kirishima didnât hear it; the jaw drop says otherwise.
âShut up, donât ask me to do anything for you again.â Bakugou grumbles, he kinda hopes Kirishima didnât hear it; the jaw drop says otherwise.
âFine.â Kirishima says, storming out. âI could have my papers printed elsewhere anyway! You think youâre the only one in the dorm with a printer?!â
âThen why are you still bothering me?â
Kirishima pauses mid-step, turns to Bakugou and frowns even deeper.
âThen why are you still bothering me?â
Kirishima pauses mid-step, turns to Bakugou and frowns even deeper.
âMaybe I wanted to spend time with you, I donât know! Whatever, forget it!"
Bakugou could only stare at the clothes left by the hallway as he hears Kirishima& #39;s door slam shut.
Oh. He messed up, didn& #39;t he?
Bakugou could only stare at the clothes left by the hallway as he hears Kirishima& #39;s door slam shut.
Oh. He messed up, didn& #39;t he?
Kirishima gets his papers printed somewhere else, and Bakugou fucking hates it.
Bakugou had feared their friendship was over after that dumb fight they had that night, but then come the next day, Kirishima does the unexpected and apologizes to him.
âYouâre right.â he said. âI shouldnât have been touching your stuff without permission like that.â
âYouâre right.â he said. âI shouldnât have been touching your stuff without permission like that.â
Bakugou couldnât find the right response for that, so he nodded and Kirishima grins at him again.
They walked to class that day, ate lunch together, sparred as usual and even walked back to the dorms together.
They walked to class that day, ate lunch together, sparred as usual and even walked back to the dorms together.
And when Mic had announced that he had emailed back all of the essays theyâve submitted (with comments to improve grammar).
Kirishima reports to him that his grades aren& #39;t bad thanks to the last-minute edits he& #39;s done.
Kirishima reports to him that his grades aren& #39;t bad thanks to the last-minute edits he& #39;s done.
That made Bakugou think that everything was all right between them.
It was back to the normal he thought he& #39;d lose.
It was back to the normal he thought he& #39;d lose.
Until Midnight had assigned them another paper; a gruesome research and reaction paper on artists who used art quirks to gain fame and recognition, was it fair or unfair?
Bakugou calculated it would take at least a minimum of 5 pages for the research alone (and in single space too), so he should run to the store and get papers for printing.
And just as usual, he asks Kirishima to come along with him.
And just as usual, he asks Kirishima to come along with him.
âI donât have enough paper for the both of us.â Bakugou reasons out.
âOh. Thatâs okay, Bakugou!â Kirishima smiles. âI took up Yaoyorozu& #39;s offer to have my paper printed!"
âOh. Thatâs okay, Bakugou!â Kirishima smiles. âI took up Yaoyorozu& #39;s offer to have my paper printed!"
And it was something ridiculous to feel shitty over, but here he was; hunched over, a deep scowl on, the most uninteresting assignment on-screenăŒfeeling incredibly shitty.
The thought of Kirishima getting help from other people wasnât supposed to feel as awful yet it does.
The thought of Kirishima getting help from other people wasnât supposed to feel as awful yet it does.
Bakugou should be glad. Now, he didnât have to spend more time correcting grammar and making spell checks.
At least now, his ink and paper wouldnât finish twice as fast.
At least now, his ink and paper wouldnât finish twice as fast.
That also meant, no one was going to burst in his room past 8:30 going: âBakugou! Can I please have this printed! Iâll buy you a snack tomorrow!â with the most charming smile.
No one was going to look at him like some grace from above when he unjams the paper.
No one was going to look at him like some grace from above when he unjams the paper.
No one was going to rigidly sway from side to side mimicking the ink cartridges as it does its job.
And that also meant there was no paper to sneak his bottled up feelings in.
Fuck, he felt so lonely.
And that also meant there was no paper to sneak his bottled up feelings in.
Fuck, he felt so lonely.
Bakugou groans and lays his head on the study table then he stares at the LED clock as it goes from 8:30 to 8:31. He should be asleep, but out of routine, heâs staying up with the hope that some redhead would come crashing in.
Instead, he only feels worse as he hears Kirishimaâs door swing open, the nervous chuckle, the sound of his steps getting louder as it draws closeăŒBakugou holds his breathăŒand moves past his door, and the unmistakable chime of the elevator makes him slump.
âI can print it for you, damn it.â Bakugou whines, and he hates it.
He hates feeling the way he did over this. Someone else was printing his papers, he shouldnât care!
But, goddamnit, he does! And hell will freeze over before he allows that to just happen.
He hates feeling the way he did over this. Someone else was printing his papers, he shouldnât care!
But, goddamnit, he does! And hell will freeze over before he allows that to just happen.
Bakugou scrambles off of the floor and sprints outside.
âKirishima!â He calls out, catching the redhead by surprise. His red hair was down, and whilst the signature white bandana was nowhere to be seen, he still looked just as soft.
Bakugou tries not to get distracted.
âKirishima!â He calls out, catching the redhead by surprise. His red hair was down, and whilst the signature white bandana was nowhere to be seen, he still looked just as soft.
Bakugou tries not to get distracted.
âLet me do it.â Bakugou tightens his fist. âLet me print your damn homework.â
Kirishima laughs, and it makes him feel a bit silly, but he stands his ground. âIâm not playing around.â
âBakugou, itâs fine!â Kirishima exclaims, a USB in his hand. âThis is something else, you
Kirishima laughs, and it makes him feel a bit silly, but he stands his ground. âIâm not playing around.â
âBakugou, itâs fine!â Kirishima exclaims, a USB in his hand. âThis is something else, you
donât have to worry about it.â
Bakugou takes a big step forward. âLet me do it.â
âYou really donât have to.â
He takes another step forward. âWell, I want to.â
âBakugou, really, this isnât even the homework. I-â
Bakugou takes a big step forward. âLet me do it.â
âYou really donât have to.â
He takes another step forward. âWell, I want to.â
âBakugou, really, this isnât even the homework. I-â
Bakugou interrupts him as he jabs his index finger on Kirishimaâs chest. âI said I want to.â Kirishima pouts and Bakugou rolls his eyes, moving quick in snatching the small device, before running back to his room.
Kirishima runs after him, staring wide-eyed as the blonde plugs it in his CPU.
âBakugou?!â
âShut up, Iâm doing it.â
âBakugou?!â
âShut up, Iâm doing it.â
âNo, wait! Give me back my USB!â
âNo.â Bakugou rolls his eyes, staring blankly at the blue loading circle on his screen, one document with the file âTO PRINT ASAPâ on screen. âJust sit down.â He fires a warning shot as Kirishima approaches, his carpet could be replaced.
âNo.â Bakugou rolls his eyes, staring blankly at the blue loading circle on his screen, one document with the file âTO PRINT ASAPâ on screen. âJust sit down.â He fires a warning shot as Kirishima approaches, his carpet could be replaced.
âDonât even think about snatching it back.â
âThat isnât even my homework, Bakugou! Don& #39;t look at itâ Kirishima exclaims as Bakugou clicks it open, panicking as he runs towards him with hardened arms. âI said don& #39;t look!"
âThat isnât even my homework, Bakugou! Don& #39;t look at itâ Kirishima exclaims as Bakugou clicks it open, panicking as he runs towards him with hardened arms. âI said don& #39;t look!"
Bakugou feels his heart shatter as the words: âI like you a lot.â loads on the screen, followed by other words he wasnât opportune to read as he gets tackled, falling to the floor with a loud thump that heâs sure alerted those below.
âWhat the hell, Kirishima!â
âDonât look at that one!â Kirishima pleads, still caging Bakugou in place. âPleasepleaseplease! Just close your eyes and let me close this one and-â
âDonât look at that one!â Kirishima pleads, still caging Bakugou in place. âPleasepleaseplease! Just close your eyes and let me close this one and-â
âYour grammar canât be that bad, Kirishima.â Bakugou deadpans, ignoring the way tears pricked his eyes âIt& #39;s only research paper.â
âItâs not my homework, I told you!â
âThen what the hell is it?!â He yells, ready to face the truth. âSome secret letter, is that it?!â
âItâs not my homework, I told you!â
âThen what the hell is it?!â He yells, ready to face the truth. âSome secret letter, is that it?!â
That Kirishima probably did write a letter for someone he liked.
That he, unlike Bakugou, chose to do it upright and, hell, it looks well-written too.
That whatever he was heading out to print, he was going to give it to some lucky girl tomorrow.
That he, unlike Bakugou, chose to do it upright and, hell, it looks well-written too.
That whatever he was heading out to print, he was going to give it to some lucky girl tomorrow.
âYouâre one to talk, Mr. Hides-things-in-white-font!â Kirishima snaps. âDo you know how awkward it was for Mic-sensei to be the one to tell me what heâs discovered on paper?!â
Bakugou stares at him with wide eyes and accumulates the strength to push Kirishima off of him, moving back till he hits the wall. He brings his hand out and warns Kirishima not to come close.
He needs a moment to think.
He needs a moment to think.
âWhat did you say?â Bakugou quietly asks.
âI know, okay?â Kirishima mumbles. âWell, I know now.â
âSince when?â
âWhen Mic emailed our papers back, he...had some comments about things Iâve apparently hidden andâŠâ
âI know, okay?â Kirishima mumbles. âWell, I know now.â
âSince when?â
âWhen Mic emailed our papers back, he...had some comments about things Iâve apparently hidden andâŠâ
âHe fucking checks them?â Bakugou squints in disbelief.
âI told you he does!â
âHe checks word count not...the other stuffâŠâ Bakugou wishes the floor would swallow him up. The embarrassment of his actions finally getting to him. âFuck. Look whatever was written there-â
âI told you he does!â
âHe checks word count not...the other stuffâŠâ Bakugou wishes the floor would swallow him up. The embarrassment of his actions finally getting to him. âFuck. Look whatever was written there-â
âDo you mean it?â Kirishima interrupts, his face flushed red, and Bakugou finds himself praying that this was going to go favorably. âWhen you said those thingsâŠâ
âWhat things?â Bakugou says. âI said lots of things.â
âWhat things?â Bakugou says. âI said lots of things.â
âWhen you typed down that you liked how big my eyes were because they remind you of cats?â
âYeah.â
âDid you also mean it when you typed that you liked how I smiled because it made your knees weak?â
Fuck, he was annoyingly cheesy, but Bakugou nods. âYeah.â
âYeah.â
âDid you also mean it when you typed that you liked how I smiled because it made your knees weak?â
Fuck, he was annoyingly cheesy, but Bakugou nods. âYeah.â
âDid you mean it when you said you liked me since first year?â
Bakugou looks at anything but him as he answers. âFucking obviously, Kirishima.â He takes a deep breath then faces the redhead, trying to look strong. âAnything else?â
Bakugou looks at anything but him as he answers. âFucking obviously, Kirishima.â He takes a deep breath then faces the redhead, trying to look strong. âAnything else?â
âWhy didnât you just tell me?â Kirishima pouts, digging his heel on the carpet.
Bakugou figures the question was bound to come up, and he wasnât sure if Kirishima would understand his explanation, but he was never one to suddenly pedal back.
âIt just felt right.â Bakugou says
Bakugou figures the question was bound to come up, and he wasnât sure if Kirishima would understand his explanation, but he was never one to suddenly pedal back.
âIt just felt right.â Bakugou says
although he does feel cowardly saying it. âGo ahead and laugh, Shitty Hair.â
âI thought you liked my hair?!â
âI do!, butâŠâ Bakugou grimaces, an unexplainable feeling rising to his chest. It made it a little bit hard to breathe. âDamn it, look ⊠just go. I really donât want
âI thought you liked my hair?!â
âI do!, butâŠâ Bakugou grimaces, an unexplainable feeling rising to his chest. It made it a little bit hard to breathe. âDamn it, look ⊠just go. I really donât want
to explain this and--â He leans over Kirishima& #39;s shoulder where he figures his words have been compiled. âWhyâd you bother compiling what I said in a word file anyway?â
âCompiled?â
âI get it, what I did was weird, don& #39;t go around printing and showing it to other people.â
âCompiled?â
âI get it, what I did was weird, don& #39;t go around printing and showing it to other people.â
Bakugou feels the tears well up again. âSpare me my goddamned dignity and just reject me.â
âWhat? Reject you?â Kirishima steps forward cautiously, hands brought out to reassure him. âI kinda lost track of what you were saying, but those arenât what you wrote me.â He bites his bottom lip nervously. âWait here.â
He turns back and hunches over the desktop, pressing the Ctrl and P button, impatiently tapping his foot as the printer hums and withdraws a single sheet of paper. Without any hesitation, Kirishima hands the document over to Bakugou.
âWhat is this?â
âItâs well...itâs my response.â Kirishima offers him a small smile. âI thought itâd be right to give you a reply or something.â
âItâs well...itâs my response.â Kirishima offers him a small smile. âI thought itâd be right to give you a reply or something.â
Bakugou knows he should read the letter, he gives it one quick glance and notices the spacing, the indentation, hell, the font style was in Times New Roman. But everything looked just a little bit blurry and he hadnât noticed that tears were streaming down his face till Kirishima
brings it up, worried as he steps in and wipes them away with a calloused thumb.
âWait, why are you crying?â
He didnât even know if Kirishima rejected or returned his feelings. But he was filled to the brim with the feeling of relief, knowing heâs read what he wrote,
âWait, why are you crying?â
He didnât even know if Kirishima rejected or returned his feelings. But he was filled to the brim with the feeling of relief, knowing heâs read what he wrote,
it was such a surreal feeling.
âI just...I thought youâd hate me.â
âHate you?!â Kirishima exclaims, wiping more of the tears away and inevitably wrapping his arms around Bakugou, pulling the paper away from him. âI thought I was clear with the letter that I like you too?!â
âI just...I thought youâd hate me.â
âHate you?!â Kirishima exclaims, wiping more of the tears away and inevitably wrapping his arms around Bakugou, pulling the paper away from him. âI thought I was clear with the letter that I like you too?!â
Bakugou sobs louder, and Kirishima hugs him tighter. âWhatâs going on?!â
âIâm overwhelmed.â Bakugou pushes his face against Kirishimaâs shoulder.
âOh. Okay.â Kirishima rubs his back, smiling softly as he feels Bakugou press himself even closer. âIâm here. I got you.â
âIâm overwhelmed.â Bakugou pushes his face against Kirishimaâs shoulder.
âOh. Okay.â Kirishima rubs his back, smiling softly as he feels Bakugou press himself even closer. âIâm here. I got you.â
It takes a while before Bakugou lifts his head, trying to calm his beating heart as he notices the distanceăŒor rather, the lack of ităŒbetween them. Kirishima grins and scratches his flushed cheeks.
âHey.â
âYou like me too, huh.â
âHey.â
âYou like me too, huh.â
Kirishima laughs and Bakugou feels his knees go weak. âYeah, I like you lots, Bakugou.â
âSo...what now?â It was only right for him to ask, if his way of telling his feelings were hiding them in essays, it was obvious that he knew nothing about romance. âDo we date?"
âSo...what now?â It was only right for him to ask, if his way of telling his feelings were hiding them in essays, it was obvious that he knew nothing about romance. âDo we date?"
âWe could have dinner this coming weekend?â Kirishima suggests, âThereâs a premier movie too, and maybe we can go to the arcade?â Kirishima meets his eyes once again. âIs that cool?â
âYeah, thatâs cool.â Bakugou nods, âAs long as itâs with you.â
âYeah, thatâs cool.â Bakugou nods, âAs long as itâs with you.â
Kirishima squeals and Bakugou snorts, freeing himself from Kirishimaâs hold to land a light jab on his shoulder.
âWhat the hell, Kirishima?â
âWho knew youâd be so cheesy, Bakugou!â Kirishima covers his face with his hands. âReally, I feel embarrassed that Mic had to see it
âWhat the hell, Kirishima?â
âWho knew youâd be so cheesy, Bakugou!â Kirishima covers his face with his hands. âReally, I feel embarrassed that Mic had to see it
before I do!â
âWhatever,â Bakugou rolls his eyes, bending over to pick the discarded letter on the floor. âYouâre one to talk about being cheesy.â
He jumps on top of his drawer table, prepared as Kirishima tries to grab it from him.
âWhatever,â Bakugou rolls his eyes, bending over to pick the discarded letter on the floor. âYouâre one to talk about being cheesy.â
He jumps on top of his drawer table, prepared as Kirishima tries to grab it from him.
âDear, Bakugou. I liked you since first year too, you looked really hot on the bus ride to USJ.â Bakugou squints, he looks at Kirishimaâs flushed face, then back at the letter.
Okay, he was most definitely the cheesy one. âReally?â
Okay, he was most definitely the cheesy one. âReally?â
âI only speak of the truth.â Kirishima crosses his arms, a proud smirk on his face. âThe truth is youâre hot.â
âShut up, what else did you write.â Bakugou laughs, avoiding Kirishimaâs grabby hands. âIâm gonna read everything else really loudly now.â
âDonât do that!â
âShut up, what else did you write.â Bakugou laughs, avoiding Kirishimaâs grabby hands. âIâm gonna read everything else really loudly now.â
âDonât do that!â
âI think your hair is cool, it reminds me of the time I bleached my hair.â
âBakugou!!!â
âBakugou!!!â
âend!
thank you so much for reading this! I usually never post anything beyond 1k words so !!! thank you lots (ĐŸÂŽâ`ĐŸ)
thank you so much for reading this! I usually never post anything beyond 1k words so !!! thank you lots (ĐŸÂŽâ`ĐŸ)