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Kaminari was so unreachable.
Well, to Jirou anyways.
The purple-haired girl turned to stare at the shining boy with lightning stroked hair. He was irritating, not just to her but to everyone in general. He seemed to be doing it to Bakugou right now, pushing and shoving the by over while the angry blonde finally decided to grump his voice, going up the stairs with a grunt.
It was interesting how he bothered her so much even when he wasn't speaking to her.
Deliriously speaking, Kaminari did, in fact, hold a soft spot in her heart, she wasn't sure how it happened, but she had to admit there were a lot of feelings stuffed in her. Maybe that's why she got mad at him because she was so sure he would find some beautiful girl to go out with, she would have the perfect amount of cleavage and looks, she would compliment his upbeat character.
That's not something Jirou thinks she can fit into, no matter how much she wanted to.
She didn't have the nicest feminine curves or a chest like Yaomomo's, she wasn't beautiful like Uraraka or anything either, and she didn't have the style of Mina, she even didn't have the friend skills of Tsuyu.
It downgraded her.
Speaking of the said boy, he seemed to be bored now that the last person in the common room had left, he trooped himself over to Jirou, she just gazed at her phone pretending to ignore his presence behind her. Key word being try.
"Hey Jirou, you good?" he plopped down in front of her, she nodded scrolling through her texts with Momo, gazing at the memes Kaminari had taught Yaomomo to make, they were absolutely hideous, they even made her laugh just a bit.
He snatched the phone out of her hand, "Idiot, give it back!" He looked at the screen and realizing what it was his face glowed, "Me and Yaoyorozu are the best meme makers ever, I mean she's Yaoyorozu so she's good at everything anyway," he laughed while smiling. He didn't seem to be directly smiling at her but it was still cute. The thing was that he thought so highly of Momo, she wished he could talk about her like that.
"Are you really ok though? You look kind of upset."
"I'm fine Kaminari."
"You don't look ok."
"Drop it."
"But you're my friend."
"I know, your friend, just your friend, right!?"
Silence.
"Are you crying Jirou?"
She didn't realize until he said it, feeling the wet droplets drip down on her face, as much as she wanted to she couldn't stop them from coming out. So she cried. She sat there and cried in front of the boy she had a crush on like a pathetic loser.
'He doesn't like you, give up.'
The light sobs in the empty common room, followed by a willowing look was enough to make Kaminari just a bit on edge, it's not like he was used to this or anything. He looked over toward the girl, she looked so hunched while her form sunk down into her legs, her arms covering her head.
He patted the top of her head making her tilt to look up, her face was puffy and red. Kaminari's expression changed to concern and worry, he brushed the tears off her face before she could say anything. "W-what are you doing," she sniffled rubbing heer eyes, shoulders tensing, "you should be off with some pretty girl, no?"
The question caught his eye, he wasn't the brightest person in the group but he wasn't that dumb either. "Wha-I-no..." he trailed his voice trying to find a sentence that wouldn't sound too uncomforting or too pitying, she sighed taking away her head from her legs, sliding them down to the floor. She looked up to him with a smile, her eyes holding so many emotions he couldn't even comprehend.
"I'm ok Kaminari, but really you should leave me here, I mean I'm just a classmate, don't worry about-"
"You're not just a CLASSMATE, don't you understand, I care about you."
Her eyes widened her mouth gaping just a bit, he waved his hand to keep speaking. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but my brain works sometimes too. I'm not just going to leave you here like this! I mean you're upset, I can see that. I can also see you feeling insecure."
She shot her eyes toward him at the last statement, "You what?"
"Your insecure, you don't like swimming because you don't think you're embarrassed by your body, you don't like going out because you don't feel that pretty!" he exclaimed it so loudly that Jirou had to shush him by slamming her hand against his mouth. "How do you even know that..."
"You wrote it on your notebook, you dropped a paper while walking out of class and I picked it up, thank god it wasn't Mineta or something," he changed his tone to shake her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Jirou remembered that paper, she was bored in class so she was writing all over that page, but those weren't the only things she wrote.
Her tears flooded right back, "But that means you saw..."
"I didn't know if it was a joke or not."
"It wasn't," she shone a look up at him, "and you're right, I'm insecure, that's only because everyone is so...perfect and I'm just not." He brushed her back a little, tilting his head down closer to his face than she had ever allowed the opposite gender to come.
"You're perfect just the way you are."
He chastely pressed his lips against her, Jirou turned her eyes to face his closed one, smoothing her lips against his before wrapping her arms up and around his neck, she pulled it away after a few second.
"I take it that you'll go out with me now. I mean, I won't ever let you feel like that again," he didn't release his grip on her, "plus I make the best jokes." She smiled up at him before thinking of what Ochaco had told her.
'He likes you.'
'How would you know, he's so unpredictable.'
'I'm dating Katsuki,' she deadpanned to the girl.
'Fair point.'
"You're an idiot."
"But you love me."
"That I do."