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jirou stands in the kitchen. The lights are dim, and there is a lingering scent of bakugou’s cooking. The grey countertop is clean and shows no traces of recent use. A sigh leaves his lips, and he walks to the fridge. The handle is rough against his palm but is still welcomed all the same. Slowly, the door opens without sound, and the light glows upon Jirou. He squints at the contents. There’s a half empty jug of milk, bakugou’s leftovers that are hiding in the back corner of the fridge, tsuyu’s jar of...something, and various vegetables that are going to forgotten about by the majority of the class.
He scans it one more time to see if there’s anything more appealing then bakugou’s anger when he finds out jirou ate his leftovers. he stares, and the light burns his eyes. grinding his teeth, jirou digs in the back of the fridge and takes out a plastic container that’s labeled in angry handwriting that reads, “FUCK OFF!!”. Jirou raises an eyebrow at it but holds it close to his chest and gently shuts the fridge door.
The container is set on the countertop. Jirou simply stares at it, feeling a familiar numbness that knaws at his head. The fridge buzzes, and jirou’s breathe hitches. the countertop keeps the drops of condensation that slipped off the top of the container. the smell of spice, soy sauce, and various greens with meat hit his nose that makes his stomach rumble.
jirou walks over to the microwave and sees “12:14” disappear once he opens the door and presses start. then, he turns around and searches for a pair of clean chopsticks. the chopsticks, now found, are set down near the water droplets on the countertop and sets the lid in the sink. he turns around and watches as the numbers count down to zero. jirou hears light footsteps coming close when he opens the microwave. the container is warm in his hands, and he almost drops it when an invisible body wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts pops into his vision.
“shi-“ he cuts off and sighs.
tooru giggles like xe always does and takes the container away from him. jirou watches as xe sits in the classes’ favorite chair, near the countertop, and eats with the chopsticks jirou got for himself. he shakes his head and turns to grab a plate but a voice interrupts him, whispering, “come sit with me. we can share.”
A flare of heat rushes up to his cheeks, and he merely nods at tooru because he doesn’t trust his voice at the moment. stiffly, he walks over and sits down like there’s a stick up his ass next to tooru.
a peice of food is pushed against his mouth, and xe says, “i said we would share.”
jirou opens his mouth and eats it. tooru lets out a pleased hum and digs for another peice in the container. jirou chews carefully as he watches tooru plops a bite of fried rice in xyr mouth and scrolls through xyr phone.
jirou swallows and softly asks, “what are you doing up?” the girl next to him leans against his side and sighs. “sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” he reassures, but xe cuts off any further apologies.
“i couldn’t sleep,” xe begins. “sometimes i get to anxious about things that i cant sleep. i was going to wait it out in my room, but i heard your steps outside my door eariler, so i got the courage to come down here.”
jirou rubs the back of his neck and says, “i didn’t know i was being loud.” tooru huffs and lightly pats his shoulder. “it’s okay. our rooms are next to each other, so i think it’s likely i only heard you because i was awake.”
jirou smiles a thank you to xem. xe beams at him.
“what about you?” xe asks.
jirou leans back into the chair, getting himself comfortable, and steals the container from tooru’s lap.
“i was hungry and lost time working on a project,” he replies.
jirou takes a bite of the food. tooru’s body moves next him and xe opens xyr mouth with an “aaah~”. jirou silently feeds xem with a gentle smile. he was able to locate tooru’s mouth due to xem wearing a bright, red lipstick and tinted glasses on xyr face. jirou smiles at xem and chews on another bite of bakugou’s tasty leftovers.
jirou takes note of the hoodie toru wears and the gentle pink that colors it. it looks like it’s soft. jirou looks to see tooru leaning in to steal the food meant for him. he laughs at xems muffled giggle and almost chokes when xe tickles his side. jirou breathes heavy, trying to calm himself down, and continues to find himself lured to tooru. the way xe holds xyrself, the clothes xe wears, and the sound of xyr silent humming as xe snuggles closer to him. something about xem is...
“you’re beautiful!”
tooru stops, and he feels xem turn to look at him. “what?” xe asks in a tone he can’t decipher.
“you’re beautiful.” jirou senses that tooru is blinking at him surprise. shame stirs in his gut. “sorry,” he adds on quickly. “i dont know if you like femmine terms or-“
tooru interrupts him with xyr silent laughter. jirou watches the glasses and lipstick and soft clothes move as laughter fills the air around them.
“w-what?”
a warm hands holds onto his knee, and xyr laughter settles down. tooru sighs a pleased sorry. he continues to wait and watch. the hand doesn’t move and starts rubbing small circles into his skin. it makes his heart hammer in his chest, and tooru clears xyr throat. jirou snaps his head up at the sound.
“first of all, i don’t mind you using feminine terms for me. secondly,” tooru chokes on a bark of laughter and says, “i’m flattered from your compliment but uh, jirou...” he let’s out an encouraging hum. “i’m invisible, so i found it funny that you thought, me a person you cannot see, as beautiful.”
jirou stares blankly at xem until xyr words hits him, and he ducks his head in his hands with a groan. tooru rubs his back in sympathy.
“it’s okay,” xe whispers in his ear. xyr breathe hits his neck, which makes his breathe stutter and spine shiver.
“in fact,” tooru continues away from his ear, “it was nice.” jirou pops up to look at xem and raises an eyebrow.
tooru fidgets and weakly explains, “i liked hearing you say that. it, um, made me feel happy but in a more... romantic way.” xyr voice cracks at the end.
jirou grabs xyr shoulders because he understands what xe is saying to him.
“i feel the same way.”
the glasses and bright lips snap up and xe smiles.
then, tooru leans forwards and utters, “can i kiss you?”
jirou gulps and nods. they’re lips touch softly for a few seconds, and then tooru pulls away.
jirou feels hot everywhere and boils when tooru kisses his cheek.
xe squeaks out, “goodnight!” and flees the scene if jirou’s death.
the container is next his lap and reads, “FUCK OFF!!”. a giggle bubbles out of his chest, and he flaps his hands with glee.
that night jirou and tooru go to bed restless with smiles and happy stims.