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Kirishima liked Bakugou.
That was it. That was the truth. The problem. The source of Kirishima’s recent dilemma.
Kirishima has liked people before, he knew how distracting and embarrassing it could be. But his ‘likes’ never lasted anything over a couple of months. Kirishima never confessed to any of those people either. Which, in his opinion, was fine. He didn’t mind. Who cared about some junior high crushes anyway? Kirishima sure didn’t. In fact, he found the memories of those days quite humorous, looking back at them.
But now, with his head filled with nothing but blond hair, red eyes, and racing hearts, Kirishima couldn’t find his current situation humorous at all.
It’d been nearly three years. Three! At first, Kirishima strongly believed that it would be just like junior high; Just a quick passing attraction. Only a couple of months, at most. Maybe it was just his hormones or something.
Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
Kirishima couldn’t put his finger on the exact moment he realized his feelings for Bakugou, but it had been around the beginning of their second semester at U.A. Now, He was in his third year, and his feelings had yet to waver. If anything, they had only grown stronger over their time spent together.
So yes, Kirishima liked Bakugou. That was it. That was the truth. The problem. The source of Kirishima’s recent dilemma. His recent dilemma of figuring out how he was going to confess his attraction to Bakugou before their last year at U.A. was over.
Kirishima may be a little foolish sometimes, but he knew he had to digest the reality of his life. He was training to be a pro hero, he was willingly putting his life on the line. Everyday, he will wake up and risk not waking up again for the safety of his community. Everyone in his class would. They all knew so. It was a scary realization they had after the U.S.J. incident. But for some, the realization came sooner.
Class 1-A was very close. Everyone knew each other, cared for each other, loved each other. Kirishima knew that there was a possibility that something may happen in the future, where one of his classmates doesn’t wake up one day. Where they are gone forever. He knew this.
Kirishima also knew that their job as pros was coming soon. He didn’t want to go into his work life without saying what he wanted to say. What if Kirishima never speaks to Bakugou about his feelings? What if something happens to Bakugou before he gets the chance to?
Kirishima knew that he couldn’t wait until then. It had to be said now.
Kirishima had to confess now.
So, sitting on his bed, facing the ceiling of his room, Kirishima brainstorms ideas for his confession.
…
After two hours of intense brainstorming, Kirishima hadn’t thought of an efficient way to confess. Well, he did ponder the idea of going over to Bakugou’s room, falling onto both knees, and spilling all of his feelings for the blond with no shame. That would be one way to get his feelings across, but it might also be a little awkward for the both of them. So, he scratched that idea. Any other ideas he had were either too extravagant or would probably be seen more as a friendly gesture. He needed something direct but quiet. Something simple. Casual. Like a note or something. Maybe even-
“Holy shit.” Kirishima whispered to himself in shock as he sat up from his bed. That;s it. Kirishima knew exactly what he could do. It’s direct, simple, painless, and would be insanely easy and not awkward for either of them!
A love letter!
Why didn’t Kirishima think of this years ago!? He felt like a genius.
He stood up from his bed and promptly walked over to his desk. He sat down and opened a drawer in his desk that contained an seemingly endless supply of school necessities. Kirishima grabbed a mechanical pencil and a scrap piece of notebook paper from the drawer and got straight to writing.
It went horribly.
Kirishima was on his third letter and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little frustrated. This was supposed to be easy! Instead, his writing just looked like a bowl of alphabet soup. Kirishima placed his pencil down onto the desk and began to look over what he had written as his most recent attempt.
Hey, Bakugou.
I know that this is random, but I need to tell you that you mean so much to me. I don’t want to beat around th e bush. so I am going to tell you that…… I like you. i know this is kind of sudden but i have liked you for a very long time and i dont want to hide this from you any longer…. I hope we can still be friends..
Kirishima sighed and crumpled up the paper. That was absolutely pathetic. That didn’t sound like him at all!
He grabs another piece of paper.
Bakugou,
No. He should probably address it properly. That sounds threatening. The last thing he wants is to make Bakugou feel threatened.
Greetings, Bakugou.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the writing. It still sounded too formal. This needed it to sound casual!
Hey, man!
I just wanted to tell you th
He didn’t want Bakugou to think that Kirishima had no sense of formality either, though. Kirishima was starting to get annoyed by this whole thing. He gripped his pencil and angrily started drafting another letter.
Listen you asshole. I like you a lot and have since first year. You are the only thing on my mind 95% of the time. The other 5% is how much i suck at writing letters for your du
Well, this seriously wasn’t going to work.
Kirishima threw his pencil back into his drawer, slammed the drawer shut, and crumpled all seven of his unfinished letters. He then threw each of them across his room, one at a time. He knew that he looked stupid doing it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It was somewhat relieving to express his anger.
A moment later, he was sheepishly running around his room, picking up the letters and sweeping them under his bed. He only counted six out of the seven letters he wrote, but that didn’t bother him. It would probably show up sooner or later.
He then made his way downstairs to grab dinner. If he remembered correctly, it should be Sato’s cooking tonight, and that made Kirishima feel better.
As Kirishima walks into the kitchen, he can hear the voices of his classmates, peaceful and content. It makes Kirishima feel warm inside. Sero must have heard him come in, since he turns his head in Kirishima’s direction and walks over. “Hey! Just in time! I guess Sato is coming down with a cold or something, so Bakugou had to fill in for him. He’s over there serving oyakodon- Just got done. You should come join us when you get a bowl.” Sero nudges Kirishima into Bakugou’s general direction.
Kirishima grins and playfully shoves Sero, “Sure man!” He responded, then quickly turned around and made his way to Bakugou. Bakugou stood at the stove, filling several bowls with freshly made food, and receiving gratitude from his classmates for his cooking. The blond simply ignored their thanks, and continued serving with his sleeves rolled up and sweat- Presumably caused by the steam of the oyakodon- dripping from his face. He looked, well, good. He stared in awe for a second, then quickly grabbed himself a bowl and held it out to Bakugou. “Hey, Bakugou! How’s it going? You look like you’re working real hard!” Kirishima chimed. Bakugou simply glared up at the man.
“Do you want your fucking food or not? I swear on my own life that I will throw this shit in your face if you try to make small talk when I’m working.” Bakugou sneered, holding up a spoon of steaming oyakodon. Kirishima only snorted, handing his bowl to the blond. He took it and began to fill it.
“Okay man, whatever. But seriously, I appreciate it! We’d all be starving right now if it weren’t for you! Especially since it wasn’t even your night to cook. That’s so nice of you to fill in for Sato!” Kirishima beamed, taking back his bowl and grabbing the proper eating utensils.
“Yeah, well someone had to do it, and I sure as hell don’t trust anyone in here to make dinner without lighting the entire place on fire.” Bakugou retorted. But Kirishima knew that Bakugou did care for the class, and he did, in fact, trust them. Although he won’t show it, Bakugou deeply cares for his classmates.
Kirishima suddenly felt very warm from the thought. He admired Bakugou so much. Everything he did, he did it with so much intention, and without regret. Kirishima envied his friend's confidence. It’s what made him like the boy so much.
Oh. Kirishima exhaled quickly through his nose. He couldn’t let his thoughts get ahead of him.
Kirishima sits down in the commons with his friends, contently eating his food and choosing to join in on their conversation.
“I want to go on a vacation. Wait! Guys! Oh my gosh, we should go on a vacation! Like all of us together- Oh! No! The Whole class! Could you imagine how much fun that would be!?” Mina shrieked in excitement, with a mouth full of food. Kaminari raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah maybe, but where would we go?” He squinted, “And wouldn’t that be kinda pricey?” He wondered.
“I’d be more than happy to go anywhere that won’t involve anything school related, if I’m being honest.” Sero slipped in. Kirishima chuckled to himself and shrugged.
“We could always split the price, too!” Kirishima added.
“Or, you idiots could focus on your studies so we could graduate on fucking time.” Bakugou’s voice appeared from the kitchen. He then walked to the common room and sat in the corner of one of the couches with his own bowl of oyakodon. Mina rolled her eyes.
“Never a dull moment with you… Don’t you know how to have fun?” Mina questioned the blond.
“What the hell!? Of course I know how to have fun! I have fun all the time!” Bakugou swore, pointing his spoon at Mina accusingly.
Kirishima nodded, “It’s true! I forced him to come to the convenience store with me on Monday. That was fun, right!? I thought it was really fun!” He smiled at Bakugou, ignoring how the others shared confused looks.
“Kirishima, the convenience store is like, the most boring plane ever. Plus with Bakugou man- I mean that’s just-” Kaminari began, but was cut off by the sound of explosions.
“ Plus!? What the hell is that supposed to mean!? I’m fucking delight to be around!” Bakugou roared defensively. The others only laughed in response. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Kirishima stared at the man, admiring.
Kirishima stood up after a few minutes passed, wished his friends a good night, and thanked Bakugou for the food, which got him the finger in response. He cleaned off his dish in the sink and decided that he would take the elevator upstairs. When Kirishima got inside of his room, he felt a vibration from his pocket. He swiftly took out his phone. It was a message from Bakugou.
8:26 P.M.
bakugouuu: We’re still on for tomorrow. Don’t forget. I’ll kill you.
Kirishima grinned and layed down on his bed. Every Tuesday and Thursday, they had tutoring sessions. Although Kirishima pretended to be bored every time they actually had to do work, He truly wasn’t. He loved and cherished every moment he spent with Bakugou. Even if he did have to do a bunch of work.
8:28 P.M.
Me: yea! yknow id never forget! lol. see u tmrw!!!!
8:28 P.M.
bakugouuu: You cannot speak like a normal person for two seconds, can you?
That reminded Kirishima of his letters. Of how messy and unorganized they are. He almost felt a little offended until he had a realization: If Bakugou was so good with writing and grammatical stuff, Kirishima could just ask Bakugou to teach him how to write a good letter during one of their tutoring sessions! That way when he writes his love letter to Bakugou, it will reach his expectations! Kirishima was a genius!
8:31 P.M.
Me: actuallyyyy its funny u brought that up bc i was wondering if u could teach me how to write a letter tmrw during our session??????
Bakugou responded almost immediately.
8:31 P.M.
bakugouuu: You? Writing a letter? The hell do you need that for?
8:31 P.M.
Me: damn dude, rude. how am i sposed to respond to all the fan mail when i go pro if i cant even properly write a letter!? help a bro out smh..
Of course, that was a lie, Kirishima didn't even know if Bakugou would buy it, but he did send it as a joke. He wasn't going to tell Bakugou his plan, that would be plain stupid.
8:33 P.M.
bakugouuu: I hope that you fall off of a cliff. I'll see you tomorrow dumbass.
Kirishima began kicking his feet in the air. That was Bakugou's way of saying yes! Kirishima hearted his friend's message and pocketed his phone, smiling brightly to himself.
He was going to write the best love letter ever!