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"Just stop. You guys are the worst at this." Jirou sighed, rolling her eyes. She idly scrolled on her phone, busying her nerves away from the discussion of her love life.
Jirou had gathered most of the squad except Ashido, who already had plans, under the pretense of jamming and hanging out, until Jirou's blantant, throbbing crush on Momo was brought up. Fuck Kaminari.
Kirishima, bless his pure heart, was entirely undeterred. "Its solid advice! Just confess really loudly. Works every time and its super manly. What's the worst that can happen? She says no and everyone in the class hears?" Jirou blanched at the thought, because that was indeed the worst that could happen, and Kirishima cringed, amending that 'okay maybe that'd be bad'.
"Shitty hair is right, though. You're better off just asking and getting it out of the way without making a big scene of it." Bakugo pointed out, twirling a drumstick. "Any elaborate scheme would only make it worse to be turned down." Kirishima nodded sagely at this from the couch.
Jirou groaned, rubbing her palm into her eye. "Easy for you to say, Kirishima couldn't have been more obvious about his crush." Kirishima grinned shamelessly and Bakugo just shrugged. Smug bastards.
"Where's Ashido when you really need her?" Kaminari whined from the other side of the room. His legs dangled over his massive amp, guitar hanging on his back. "Ashido is great at this stuff, she helps me all the time!"
"Not everyone is a hoe like you, Pikachu.", jeered Bakugo. Kaminari responded by miming being struck by an arrow, fatally wounded and dramatically flailing in pain before falling backwards off the amp with a groan.
It was a good point, admittedly. Ashido being good at this, that is. Jirou deftly slid her phone from her pocket, sending a quick text to Ashido. "I'll ask Ashido, then. She'll be upset if she's left out anyway."
Bakugo growled from the drumset, pointing the drumstick at Jirou. "No elaborate schemes, got it? That shit will only complicate things. Grow a pair. And. Just. Fucking. Ask. Her." Jirou just stuck her tongue out childishly, quickly ducking under the flying drumstick aimed at her head. "Fuck you! You should be grateful for my advice, jackass!"
Bakugo seethed from behind the drumset as Jirou laughed. *Bzzt! Bzzt!* "Oh! What'd Ashido say?" Kaminari eagerly said from behind the amp, eyes wide as saucers.
Jirou scoffed, but checked anyway.
Ashido
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Jirou, babe
Shes so gay for you
Just ask yourself
Bitch.
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"Ugh," Jirou's face grew red, murmuring,"She agrees with Bakugo." He smirked, practically gleaming with pride.
"Im always right." He sneered offhandedly. Having given up on actually playing anything, he joined Kirishima on the couch.
"Whatever! Fuck you, Bakugo!"
"Oy! Jackass, my advice is *godly*, so get ur panties out of a twist!"
Jirou huffed while she texted Ashido, trying to ignore the sickeningly sweet cuddle session between Kirishima and Bakugo.
Ashido
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First off,,, fuck you
And Im not even sure shes GAY
??
Yes she is lol
She is madly in love wit u
Girl scouts honor!
You were a girl scout?
No lmao
But if I WAS, Id swear on it :P
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"Ugh..." Jirou groaned into her hands, knees pulled up to her chest. "Do you guys really think she's... Ya' know... Gay?"
"Yes." They chorused, with varying degrees of annoyance, of which Bakugo was by far the king. "Get off your lazy ass and fucking ask her out to coffee or dinner or *anything*, jesus fuck..."
Ok, fine. She'll admit; Jirou was being a useless, oblivious lesbian. But actually asking out Momo? The beautifully smart and kind Momo? Jirou's stomach twisted and did a flip at the thought, out of excitement or fear, she couldn't tell.
"Fuck you guys..." She knew they were right, and some small part of her was grateful for the honesty.
"I thought you wanted to fuck Momo?"
Nevermind, Jirou was going to kill Kaminari.
Every moment with Momo was more intense now. The bakusquad's 'advice' lingered over her thoughts at any given moment. Jirou was studying with Momo im her room, wrestling with the advice. Was now the time? She should just do it now, and get it over with, really.
"Jirou? Are you stuck on the math homework?" Momo asked sweetly, glancing over at Jirou's open textbook that she'd been blankly staring into.
"N-No, it's fine. Just... Thinking." Jirou murmured, absently twiddling with her ear jacks. Momo hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to her own array of study material. And god, dear god, she was so pretty when was like this, hair down and focusing intently on her book. There was a relaxed softness in her eyes that never came out until they were alone and relaxed. She was elegantly seated in her chair, carefully penning some notes. Should someone look so stunning while studying? Probably not, but Jirou was whipped.
Should she just go for it? Her inner Bakugo confirmed that, yes, now is as good as ever. Jirou gathered up her courage, taking a deep breath.
"Actually, Momo, I've been thinking." Momo stopped writing and looked up, but Jirou pressed on, twisting her ear jacks further, resolutely ignoring how warm her face was getting. "Do you want to go out sometime? Like, as a date?" Jirou hesitantly, stared back at Momo who was growing increasingly red. Jirou began to stammer "Its fine if you don't want to-", but Momo shook her head, smiling heavenly.
"I'd love that, Kyoka." Momo was simply radiant, beautifully flushed and soft, and was this really happening right now? Did Momo really just use her first name? "Do you have anything in mind?"
Jirou hadn't thought that far. "I... Dont, actually." She admitted, "Anything sounds good if its with you." Momo laughed like the jingle of bells, and Jirou was reminded how head over heels she was for this girl.
"Hmm... There's a new cafe downtown, we could check out." Momo offered, and Jirou took it like the lifeline it was.
"Sure! Sounds great. I'd... Like that."
The two silently stared at each other after that, Momo smiling gently at Jirou. "I was wondering when you were gonna ask, you know. You kept me waiting for so long!"
Jirou sputtered, causing Momo to laugh again. Jirou immediately covered her face with her hands, groaning "You knew?! Why didn't you just say something..."
Momo leaned forward, peeling Jirou's hands from her face, and - oh god they were so close now- "You looked like you wanted to be the one to ask, so I let you." Momo paused, "and you are really cute when your embarrassed." She grinned.
"Your so cruel..." Jirou pouted.
"I'm not cruel!" Momo said, incredulous.
"Uh-huh, sure, Mrs. 'I Knowingly Waited for Jirou to Confess so that she'll be Embarrassed'." Jirou ribbed as she leaned closer, their faces inches apart now.
Jirou took a second to admire how pretty Momo was at times like these, and when Momo looked back with the same admiration, Jirou's heart fluttered and she knew this was real.
But when they kissed, she knew they were in love.