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Jirou pinned Kaminari against the wall outside their Political Science classroom. Everyone else had left early for Pizza, with Jirou asking them to go ahead and wait for them.
Kaminari, his hair practically glowing gold in the hazy light, cocked his head to the side in confusion, but his smile was still friendly. Still enchanting.
“I love you, you dumbass.” She leaned in closer, feeling his breath against her lips. “I've loved you practically since we met.”
“I love you too, Jirou.” Kaminari beamed. Her heart thundered in her chest and she leaned in closer. Closer. She could almost feel his lips against hers… “As a friend.”
She snapped to attention as she slapped Kaminari so hard it woke her from her dream. As if a loading bar, a blush rose from her chin, past her cheeks, and finally overtook her hairline before she could react, hiding her face in her pillow and screaming.