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It was easy to understand ... Love was bullshit.
She knew that since she was young, ever since the concept of "Love" was introduced into her head, a grimace of disgust surmounting her face accompanied it almost immediately as an allergic reaction to the mundane word that represented such a noble sentiment in the eyes of anyone. Kyoka never cared about love, it wasn’t something that caught her attention, and why should it? It was a distracting feeling, as a Heroin and a musical interpreter it was something that would only be classified as an inconvenience, something difficult to manage, a distraction.
So ... Why did they insist so much on the subject?
If it wasn’t Momo constantly asking her sentimental situation were her friends, always headed by Mina, who seemed in a constant Witch hunt about who was in love with whom.
—Moo! Why don’t you admit it once Jirou-chan?! — It was the ninth time on the day she asks for it, Ashido started with it at the first period of classes and continued non-stop to the current eight of the night insisting with that topic, that damn, fatal and repetitive topic.
—Ashido ... I'll say this one more time, since you seem unable to understand it—She needed until the last fiber of maturity in her body not burst a cornea out of her pink friend, it was almost physically painful not to do so due the stress of the day that didn’t help her usually dark mood and very short temper— I, do not, like, Kaminari. —Shout as hard as she could, wanting to make it completely clear.
—Oh, come on! — Waved her arms non-stop walking behind her, they were close to the corridor that led to the elevator, you could tell the rocker wanted to hide in her room just to be get away as much as possible from the pink girl — You spend shit tons of time together, practice music, and we both know those insults of yours are nothing but a self-defense method. My Pinky sense tells me so! —She wiggle around before rushing in front of Jirou preventing her from getting into the elevator and run away.
—Well, sorry to burst your bubble—It had been too much, time to explode Bakugo level—But I don’t like Kaminari, I would never like Kaminari; is possibly the last person I would ever fall in love with, have you seen him? He is an idiot, a wimp, a coquettish bastard who changes his love interest more than his freaking underwear! —Highlighted each word with a singular form of contempt—Do you understand now, Ashido? —It was evident how much this was annoying her.
— ... O-Oh ... I didn’t think ... —Pinky tried to calm down the sound heroine at the same time she seemed to want to say something else.
—Exactly, you didn’t think about me or what I want. Do you know what I want? I want Kaminari as far away from me as possible with his stupidly annoying attitude, there couldn’t be one person who could ever—
—Uh ... Am I really that annoying? —The purple-haired girl eyes opened instantly before she shut them tightly, wishing this wasn’t really happening.
— ... Kaminari—Whispered turning around, not opening her eyes since she didn’t wanted to see him after venting such words that were just a fit of courage and not her true feelings for her friend.
—Hey, hey ... Everything’s fine —He let out a slight laugh with exaggerated handshakes to the sides —I understand that I can be a little ... Uh, you know, exasperating— After this he sighed, lowering his arms —I'm sorry I bothered you, wasn’t my intention you know? I didn’t think my presence would irritate you that much. I promise to give you some space. Okay? —His thumbs were up now, that smile of him was so happy that it hurt to see it since it was obvious that only served as a mask to hide how hurt he truly was inside.
—Kaminari, I ... —
—It's all right—Suddenly cut her sentence—I think the jam session is canceled today, right? I'll go ... —Points back with both thumbs—Over there, okay? I'll see you later girls—Then snapped his fingers doing finger guns into their directions before going back to the main living room of the dorms.
— ... Fuck, see what you provoked Ashido ...? —But at the question of the musical heroine the opposite only took two steps forward seeing her with pure courage.
—Excuse me? I didn’t insult the boy who likes me like that! —Remarked all of the sudden, maybe Kyoka and Denki were like jelly and peanut butter but it was well known that the pink girl had a deep friendship with the blond being the best of friends in the Baku-Squad along Bakugo and Kirishima —You told him all that because I asked you if you liked him, which is clear, but your pride is too much to admit it! —She poke Kyoka´s chest with a finger—Now if you excuse me, I need to take care of my best friend who just got his heart broken—And then went in search of the discount Pikachu.
Kyoka was alone, cursed under her breath since this undoubtedly hurt sensitive fibers of her.
— ... What the hell you know about my feelings? —Mumbled to herself before turning and walking to her bedroom, she didn’t have time for this, she didn’t have time for feelings.
Several days later ...
Damned. Stupid. Fucking. Pikachu.
That was what was going through Kyoka's head because if there was something worse than having one of your best friends angry with you. . . Was to have him happy when you knew something was wrong. And it’s that the bastard couldn’t be angry with her, couldn’t insult her behind her back, couldn’t tell her that she was a damn bitch for everything said almost a week prior, no, what was he doing? He smiled at her with joy when he saw her, offered help as always, he ... He continued to treat her with affection despite everything.
This wouldn’t be bad, one would think that the blonde was the same as before all that happened, but she felt the difference.
His smiles were less bright, his eyes were not as excited as before the bomb was dropped, he no longer seemed so excited to see her and this was what made her feel sick.
—Damn coward ... If you want to tell me something just say it. —It had been five days since they had fought, or rather since she insulting him without mercy and he just maintained a passive attitude about it, irritating her more. She had to go with Momo for a team project that they had along with Kirishima and Ochako, she was late due spent almost the whole morning of that free day trying to write a song and couldn’t get the inspiration since she couldn’t get Kaminari out of her head—He's just a jerk, it's not worth it—
The tantrum was about to continue against the blond but something made her go completely silent. Six meters with twenty centimeters away, counted and everything, was the reason for the constant musical constipation she had suffer for days. And the reason she went silent? He wasn’t alone, oh no, he walks along the damn Miss Sympathy, the angel in green, the Puritan soul of Class B: Shiozaki Ibara.
—What the hell…? Is he already harassing her again? —Complained softly, it was the only thing she could imagine for the blonde to be near the girl. Kyoka was going to reprimand him for stalking, just as she typically do, but then noticed something, something that for some reason made her feel her veins burn with unknown courage: He was smiling and the damn plant girl smiled back.
But not just any smile, not a polite and gentle smile, not a smile of obligation you put in order to not look rude to another person. It was a damn smile of joy, of comfort, Denki's damn smile was the smile he addressed to her: Her stupid smile from her stupid blond without brains. How dared he smile at the damned religious plant girl in such a manner? Did he like her? Didn’t learn after the beating she gave him at the sports festival?
— ... And why the fuck do I care? —Mumbled under her breath, she couldn’t show that much interest in the love life of the young blonde, she didn’t care, didn’t care in the least, she didn’t— ... Son of a—Denki was getting close to her. Why? Did he just close his eyes? Why were their faces getting closer and closer? —No ... Don’t you dare— But he dared, kissed her, seriously kissed Shiozaki Ibara and she didn’t reject him, didn’t stop him with her thorns ... She reciprocated, kissed him back—Damn Kaminari ... —
Jirou couldn’t understand what was that feeling of pressure in her chest, that emptiness in the stomach and above all that the strong burning feeling in her eyes. Her sight began to cloud, her nose itched; she was going to cry
—Kyoka-san? —Asked a voice behind her instantly recognized it as her best friends one; Yaoyorozu Momo —Kyoka-san ...? —Repeated the young Yaoyorozu touching her shoulder, as she turned around Momo noticed the tears in her eyes —What happen? Why are you crying…? —Panicked instantly to see her like that, the young girl just caressed her left cheek trying to calm her down.
—Yaomomo... I ... —Her lips wrinkled, she felt too much anger, rage, sadness and all those emotions, or at least the reason behind them, were completely unknown to her.
—Come on ... We can go back to the dorms, I'll send a message to Uraraka-san and Kirishima-san, don’t worry —But she quickly denied.
—No ... I'm fine, I just—Took a deep breath while wiping the remaining tears. She would not show weakness like this —Just ... —Luckily she didn’t had to explain the whole situation, looking behind Kyoka was that the tallest girl notice the scene that made her best friend heart flutter with pain like that.
—Kyoka-san ... —She embrace her almost instantly, in a motherly and affectionate way looking to placate the pain of the opposite of being in such situation, Kyoka just sobs under her breath—Everything will be fine—Slight caresses on her back were the best she could do at the moment.
15 minutes later.
After collecting her thoughts the girl returned to her usual calm self, even with that small crisis Kyoka refused to leave her teammates waiting so they soon found themselves with the other two.
—… Its everything okay? —Ochako asked instantly since Jiro's face practically said "Piss off" and that she would kill you if you talked to her.
— ... Since when Kaminari go out with Ibara, Kirishima? —Earphone Jack asked looking straight up at the redhead who only stumbled by the question.
—"Oh God, why me?" —Cursed to himself, those kind of situations just made him feel nervous as hell. —Well ... —Now he stuttered, all the bravery just left the building—Six days ago Denki was a little ... Sad—Strangely after saying this the face of Kyoka's courage instantly softened—Then Mina and Sero suggested him to go out more, I don’t know how or when he met with Ibara for the first time and, uh, it seems that they got along, Denki doesn’t stop talking about how nice she is with him and—The angry Jirou return, in fact it was way worse than before.
—And…? — That tone was so deadly that even Ochako, who wasn’t even involved in the situation, felt fear.
—And ... Well ... It seems that he’s serious with her after ... —In that red hair head of him a little voice of reason shouted "Don’t say it! She'll kill us!" — . . . In Mina's words "Someone break his heart" —The bomb dropped, Kyoka was silent and erased all hints of courage from her face.
—… What? —Momo, who was next to Kirishima, gesture him not to continue for his own sake.
— . . —But Kirishima didn’t knew better—Denki was very downcast by something a girl told him, we don’t know who she is, but she broke his heart badly, I mean, I've seen him rejected before and all but never before someone made him cry, you know? —Every word was a hard stab in the flat chest of the young musician—I mean, it was so, so bad that—
—Kirishima-san! —In the instant that the vice president of the class spoke “El Duro" flinched. Then noticed how Kyoka's face gradually darkened until she just kept her face looking down.
— ... I'm sorry—The boy mumbled, lowering his eyes as well.
—It's okay—Kyoka raised her face and showed a smile that broke the soul since it felt utterly false—I'm glad for Kaminari, you know, that he overcome his pain and all that shit. He’s less stupid than he seems, right? —Then released a soft snort—Lucky him... Ibara is a beautiful girl, much better than the idiot who hurt him like that—Uncomfortable silence.
— ... So ... Teamwork ...? —The young woman with antigravity powers tried to change the subject to something less uncomfortable.
After this they focus back on the project they had to do, it was much better to discuss that than the emotional life of Jirou didn’t mention this anymore.
That same afternoon…
—Want us to talk about this ...? —It wasn’t new that Momo cared for her friend, the best she had since joining the UA for sure.
—No, I don’t want to talk about anything—Was the squalid response of the opposite. Both were walking back to the dormitories after having separated from Kirishima and Uraraka who left in another direction for more than obvious reasons.
—Kyoka-san. . . Please, we are friends; You can talk to me—The offer of emotional support was the only thing she could do at the moment in the absence of knowledge of the prevailing situation.
—Listen Yaomomo, I know you're worried and all that but I have nothing to answer, I'm fine, in fact I've never been better, you know? I took a weight off, a huge one—Assured with a confidence that made it difficult to think she was lying, although it was obvious that she was—What Kaminari does of his love life does not interest me, it's not my business. We are friends, just friends, I don’t—But as if it were a conspiracy of fate she saw them again, it seemed that electric Quirk user companion was taking his . . . Couple? To the dorms where she lived. Just seeing this, Kyoka clenched her fists instantly.
—It seems like you care—Commented her friend trying not to let out a small laugh from the irony of this, the shortest could be a tremendous pain in the butt at times, especially when it comes to feelings.
—It doesn’t matter what I think or want, he is with Ibara and seems quite happy. I'm not interested—And that was it; Momo had enough of this.
—How can you say that? —A hand pull Kyoka by the shoulder in a harsh move forcing her to stop.
—Yaomomo?! —This alarmed her, her friend was never that assertive without a reason.
—Who are you? The Kyoka Jiro I know never gives up, she´s stubborn, strong head and even foolish but never a coward that allow herself be overcome by a rival—Creati's look was full of severity to the point it was shocking and even her tone was suddenly deeper causing a seriousness in the air uncommon in the usually sweet girl—Will you let a woman take advantage of your mistake and have the person you care about? Who you are? — This question fell like a bucket of ice water to the face.
—I ... But ... —What could be said against the clear truth? The facts were undeniable and she couldn’t fight against these. Cursed under her breath, she hated to run out of answers.
—No, no buts. You're bigger than this, you're bigger than your problems and most important—She force her friend to turn around and see how the couple moved away from them—You're bigger than Ibara Shirozaki—
—Shiozaki—Corrected.
—Non important—Then push her gently—Show her who´s in charge, attacks tigress, no mercy—After this the Onyx eyed saw her somewhat out of place.
— ... Remind me to tell Todoroki that he did wonders with your self-esteem — Mutter since the Momo at the beginning of the year would never act in such a manner, but this brand new persona of her was refreshing to say the least.
—Todoroki-san has nothing to do with it —He had everything to do with it.
—And how am I supposed to tell him something if he hates me? Moreover, what the hell am I going to tell him? That does it make me angry to see you in a relationship because I'm an idiot? —Complained at once because Momo didn’t seem to understand her situation —I don’t even know why it bothers me—
— ... Kyoka-san, please—She had a face of not believing her crap—It is obvious, even for the most obtuse of individuals, that you are in love with Kaminari-san and that you don’t react to it because of your personality that tries to keep closed to feelings that all the others can see—The mouth of the rocker opened, a strong blush filled her cheeks.
—I don’t- I don’t like Kaminari—If Momo didn’t roll her eyes was it because her angelic being didn’t allow it, but the desire was there.
—Kyoka-san ... I'm your friend, you can be honest with me—The motherly tone returned. The girl just took her Jacks and began to hit the tips of these softly.
— ... I don’t know. Okay? I ... I'm happy to have him around, but I haven’t thought about him in that way. I mean, the imbecile flirts with every girl he knows, why should I like who doesn’t like me? —One eyebrow raised on the opposite caused her a bad feeling—What? —
— Are you sure that all this courage towards Kaminari-san and your constant rejection of the idea of being in a relationship with him isn’t only your immediate fear of rejection and your feeling of not being reciprocated, therefore losing your friendship with him in the most basic of fears regarding related to a love confession? —Her jaw hang down wide open, where did that come from? —I've read a lot about human relationships and I think I can understand your problem—That explains it.
—And what am I supposed to do? Just go with him and say: Kaminari, leave your girlfriend and go with me? —Complained not only about not only be trapped in the fact of being in love with Volt's brain, but that he was in a relationship; It was too late to do anything— ... I lost him Yaomomo, Okay ...? Is this what you wanted to hear? He left, he's with another girl who do makes him happy, she doesn’t treat him like I do—It was painful to say it, but she wasn’t going to cry about it, not anymore.
The opponent remained silent watching the other lick her own wounds, just Jirou finished talking was that Momo raised a hand and did what any good friend does in these situations: She gave her a loud slap.
—Grow up, Kyoka—No respectful adjective, only her name—Do people move when things are not as they wish? No, people modify their way to achieve what they want, just because you couldn’t be with Kaminari-san in the first instance you are going to abandon your feelings for him? Do you think he tried it once and then gave up, forgetting about you? No, he insisted, he fought, he kept fighting and it was not until it was too much that he stepped aside. Now it is your turn to give everything for him, he’s hurt, he has the right to feel hurt. The question is: Do you have the guts to face those feelings or will you be the coward that you are being right now? —
— ... What book did you read exactly ...? —Whatever it was; it worked wonders, Kyoka clenched her fists slightly —I'm not going to give up ... I'm not good with my feelings —Murmured under her breath stroking the hurt cheek from the slap, it hurts but it was necessary to return it to reality —But I have an idea of how to express what I feel ... —Her friend put a huge smile almost instantly, then took her by the shoulders again.
—I'm here to support you ... Do you need something from me? —And even if Momo only said it as moral support, the girl actually nods her head affirmatively.
—Actually... I need you to look for your keyboard —That was weird... Why would she need her keyboard?
Two days later, corridors of the UA
—Why exactly do we have to do this? —Kaminari Denki had been kindly asked (threatened with death) by his beloved friend Bakugo, who after a bit of emotional blackmail, was persuaded by Kyoka and Momo to take the giddy blonde to an impromptu session of "1A Band"
—Because we need a guitarist, and even if you're a shit in it, you're the least shitty thing we have—This was the sweetest thing that Bakugo had ever told him.
—But Jirou plays the guitar ten times better than me, no, twelve times better! —He didn’t understand why they called him in that situation.
—Right imbecile, and have her singing and playing? Don’t be stupid, stupid—So many insults were weird, even in the blond explosive.
— ... Bakugo, are you hiding something from me ...? — He only did this when he was lying, although he hated to admit it the Kaminari knew him quite well.
—I'll hide my fist in your mouth if you don’t shut up. —Luckily though, the ash blond knew how to avoid more uncomfortable questions.
They then arrived at one of the recreation rooms of the dorms, adapted their practices since it was far from the bedrooms and therefore would not disturb too much the other students with their tremendous sound. Inside, the rest awaited them; Tokoyami checked his bass to ensure everything was in order, Yaoyorozu confirmed that Bakugo's battery was in place while Kyoka tried not to go crazy with her nerves.
—We´re here—Declared the number two of the class while walking towards his drums, he didn’t even deign to say anything to the electric blond who only raised a brow at the sight of the "Leader" of the band had an electric guitar in hands and it was plugged as well.
—Uh ... I think you already have a guitarist, so... —He was going to leave the room before making everything more uncomfortable but out of nowhere Dark Shadow appeared blocking his way out and shake one of its claws softly as a sign of negation—Hey! What gives?! —Asked to Tokoyami who only shrugged his shoulders.
—Kaminari—Kyoka turned around, she was extremely red... No, it was not just that; She had some makeup on her cheeks, just a little, the eyelids painted a light violet color giving it a tremendously mysterious and striking appearance. Her lips? With a fine crimson color that made these look even more fleshy and attractive, subtle but ideal makeup for the face of the girl leaving the blond in total shock—Take a seat—Didn’t even ask, it was an order. She pointed to a sofa in front of where the band seemed to be ready to perform.
— " No, don’t do it, she’s ordering you, she tells you what to do all the time, she uses you, she insults you, she attacks you without reason and she gets offended if you breathe! Turn around, go out and! Why are we already sitting?" —While he was having this mental debate, his body just sat down, surrendered to the demand of Earphone Jack, he put his guitar aside before crossing the fingers of both hands together. — Jiro ...What is happe--
—One... Two—Bakugo cut him short by gently smacking one of the cymbals of his battery—One ... Two ... —Repeated only a little faster —One, two, three! Die! —Tighten both hands releasing a small explosion before Kyoka began to play the guitar, followed by Tokoyami on the bass and finally the ash blond on the drums in a powerful rock ballad that left silent Quirk electric user.
Jiro took a breath ...This was it: Now or never. He opened his lips and then ...
— Don’t listen what your girlfriend says ... She reads that kind of books — Her perfect voice was heard singing in a hoarse tone typical of Rock songs. She gently wrinkle the nose at the first part—She say you failed the test, you don’t have what she needs .. —Slowly she walk toward him.
— " This has to be a joke ... She’s joking, this is the part when someone throw water on me or kick me in the nuts" —Thought to himself, unable to believe that this was actually happening. The singer's lips twisted into a smile that, at the very least, should be considered devilishly sensual— ... Oh, Fuck ... —
— Ill slither like a viper, and get you by the neck ... —And she did, with one hand took the collar of his shirt forcing him to get up, to see her face to face, just ten centimeters from each other, golden eyes vs Onyx— I know thousand ways to help you forget about her... —No, this was too much for Denki who only managed to blush and then be pushed back to the sofa—That bitch you can eat her heart out... —She took a breath before putting the guitar in playing position once more— Love, Bites! But so do I! So do I! —The strong choir was accompanied by Momo who made a deep voice, this was repeated leaving Denki stunned, impacted and completely in shock—Love bites! —Yelled giving a small jump before taking a couple of steps to him, again knee-to-knee.
—"No, no, no this is not happening ... This can’t be happening " —Denki knew he couldn’t hold back, knew he should, that it was important not to fall . . . But it was just impossible.
— My lips are red and vicious ... —
— " Resist, resist, resist" —
— You’re foaming at the mouth ... —
— " Don’t fall Don’t fall! She broke your heart!" —
— You’ve suffered in the darkness ... I’ll suck the pain right out.... —
— "... But if she put it like that..." —
— So come and taste the reason ... —She separated a couple of steps but he got up instantly following her, completely hypnotized— I’m nothing like the rest. ... — She pull him off the shirt again marking the distance between them, those ten fateful centimeters— I kiss you in a way you’ll never forget about me ... —
She was going to kiss him, the distance was shortened, almost ... Almost ... The touch was almost there...
And then she push him back to the sofa leaving him with a stunned look.
— Love ... Bites! But so do I! So do I! —Repeated the chorus of the song taking a couple of steps back, holding onto her guitar gently while she was playing since this was not finished yet—So do I! — Here it came, it was the moment of truth.
— "She's not going to do a guitar solo ..." —
— It checks you in and kicks you down... And chews you up and spits you out... —
— "God, please don’t let her do a guitar solo or I swear I'll melt ..." —
— They say it’s blind they say it waits but every time it seals your fate— Her tone became hoarser, deeper — And now it’s got you by the balls it won’t let go until you fall! —Planting a foot firmly in front of her— I was down and out, got up I said “Hey love I’ve had enough!” —Jirou was mixing screams with her singing and it was possibly the most incredible thing in life, if Denki's eyes opened more they would come out of the socket— I’ve felt pleasure without pain. My soul you’ll never tame-e-e-e-e!!! —She raise the face as stretched the last word, closed both eyes and ran her right hand down that side cheek gently to her neck size.
— ... —Denki couldn’t talk, it was completely impossible at this point.
— Love... Bites ... —I was whispering in a perfect whisper, audible only to those present— But ... So ...Do I... —The music seemed to go off when suddenly Bakugo started a powerful ballad on the drums, the guitarist took her instrument firmly and the worst nightmare of the boy became reality: She play a guitar solo that just blew his head off.
—"... Well, I fell for her. . .Again" —
— Love bites So do! So do I! —The chorus was repeated one last time, three repetitions of the same line before leaving the last part lengthened— LOVE BITES! —
The music died slowly until total silence fill the room. Kyoka breathed agitatedly and only saw a completely silent Denki Kaminari who stare at her as a person who was seeing a Goddess in person. He didn’t seem able to look at anything or anyone else.
—I think we should leave them alone... —Momo quickly said pushing both Tokoyami and Bakugo out of the room.
—Fuck you I want to see Pikachu shit his pants! —Bakugo protested but ended up dragged out against his will. Where did she get that strength?
They were left alone, in complete silence with the boy still having the mouth half open of the impression and the girl with the guitar hanging.
— ... Are you going to say something or ...? — He didn’t answer, not with words at least since he just got up from the couch where he had been sitting before going out to her with quick steps, barely gave her time to take off the guitar and leave it aside before he took her by the shoulders, he was going to kiss her, he was really going to kiss her.
—What the hell do you want from me?! —That wasn’t a kiss, it was not even near to a kiss—You're not happy if I'm with you! You're not happy if I'm away from you! —The blond felt frustrated, really frustrated for being unable to understand the girl in front of him—I tried for a long time to win your heart and the only thing I get insults, attacks, rejection or the crap that happen last week. You don’t want to see me happy? Is that it? All you want is to see me hurt and only wish for you? To follow you as. . . As if I don’t have anyone else but you? Well: Fucking congratulations! —
—Denki ... —
—No ... Don’t try to fix what you did: You won. I'm in love with you, I'm inevitably, stupidly, head over heels with the big fat L capital word in love with you. Is this what you ever wanted? For me to think only in you? Well, you did it! —The girl was silent at the harsh words he just said, but in the end she couldn’t help it ... She released a slight laugh.
—Yes, that's exactly what I wanted ... That makes this less complicated ... —And then took him by the cheeks, her touch wasn’t tender, it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t even sweet. But she pulls him then to a kiss, straight on to the lips, since the blond didn’t seem to be up for the challenge of doing the first move.
He could feel an electric spark running through him, difficult to know if it was because of his Quirk or if it was simply the moment when they finally got the first kiss with each other. He knew that he should reject her, that what she did hurt too much, that made him feel unworthy ... But now? What to do against those lips that he waited for so long? Cursed his weakness before hugging her by the hips with both hands, didn’t wanting her far, not even an inch. Losing the notion of time, Denki didn’t knew how much that kiss lasted but he loved each and every single second of it.
—I hate you ... —Whispered without believing that he actually fell into her clutches so easily, although it was obvious that he didn’t mean it even if he wanted to.
—No ... You don’t—She answered before gently sinking her face into the boy's shoulder before sighing heavily—Always thought you didn’t give a shit about me... Since you never insinuate to me like you did with other girls—The blond chuckle softly.
—What did you expect…? To call you baby and ask for your number? You´ll probably just stab me in the eye, flip me off and leave without even thinking about it—He cuddled a little more with her, the heat of the contrary was exquisite—I tried to be your friend, be close to you ... And by the time I realized I had a huge "Friendzone" sign on my forehead—They separated a little while he was smacking a hand to his forehead as a sign of that word clinging to him.
—Idiot. . . —Complained softly while wrinkling his nose—You're the one who made me feel like you'd never care about me, besides ... You're with Ibara—She spit the last name of the plant girl almost with contempt, not that she hated her or something but ... Who was she kidding? She hated her! She hated her for approaching her stupid Pichu!
—Ibara ...? —Sharp slightly at this —Is it because I kissed her? I mean Kirishima challenged me to it out of the blue to do it—The purple haired girl flicker, Kirishima? Eijiro Kirishima? Why would the redhead ...?
— . . —
Then everything made sense.
That Mina bothered her all morning by text, all the lunch and the time after classes with the same thing and didn’t stop to peck the subject emphasizing in a non-subtle way that Denki never made a movement towards her. That the blonde was right in that hallway, just at that moment, just to hear her explode ...
That Kirishima, of all people, will challenge Denki to something like that and curiously enough it was just when she went to meet her work team near that place.
— ... Daughter of a bastard— Couldn’t believe it! Mina had trick her! Trick them both! Oh that pink bitch was so de—But that will be later—Then kiss him again, much more fervently than before since she no longer felt that little thorn of guilt that felt before and now even her ear extensions moved forming two small hearts of how happy she felt after everything that happened, even with all the pain she had to suffered.
Mina was dead.
More than dead.
Super dead.
. . .
But also, Kyoka would thank her, since without her help she wouldn’t have had the courage to do everything she did.
—Hey, Jirou ... —She made only a slight sound of paying attention now—. . . Did you do all this out of jealousy? —The girl felt all the confidence from before evaporating slowly until nothing remained.
— . . No—She replied curtly as her Jacks moved slowly to collide with each other, that small gesture of shyness of the girl was simply beautiful in his eyes.
—That’s what I thought—After this he gave her a little kiss, this girl would be his death but it would undoubtedly be the most perfect way to die in the world —But well, you said it yourself ... Love bites. Doesn’t it? — And he gave her that damn smile that she couldn’t help but love.
—Yes…—
—Well. . . So do I ... —