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Ever since Shinsou had transferred into class 2-A, the feeling of golden eyes never left his back. He could tell that the boy stared at him from afar.
At first he was too bewildered by the attention to really care about its undertones.
But then the sentiment of love clouded the bright eyes, and their constant glances became unbearable.
Kaminari was Shinsou’s first friend in the class, and he had always gone out of his way to remind Shinsou of their bond. Kaminari followed him everywhere he could, and the admirability of the dedication wore off quickly.
Shinsou knew of his friend’s crush. It was remarkably obvious.
The way he grinned when Shinsou gazed in his direction. And the tremble of his voice when he answered Shinsou’s questions about hero training. The glittery reflection of the sun in his stare, one that overflowed with adoration.
It made Shinsou sick.
When the poor blonde looked to Shinsou as if he had reached up and realigned the stars, the only thing he felt in the center of his chest was pity.
Kaminari was kind and his soul was sensitive, as much as he pretended it wasn’t. But the only thing Shinsou wanted to do was spit out his hatred for Kaminari’s feelings in the most inhumane tone he could muster. It would break the boy’s heart. Shinsou knew this. That was the last thing he wanted, until he caught sight of the loving stare and it made his jaw tighten again and rage swell from somewhere deep in his subconscious.
The stupid guy didn’t know a thing about Shinsou. Shinsou barely spoke to him. So what gave him the right?
There were plenty of other perfectly likable kids in the class. Others that weren’t as reserved, not as detached as him. Because someone as selfless as Denki deserved it.
And because the passion he could practically hear in the back of Kaminari’s throat when he spoke was unbearable. Everything Kaminari said in that honeyed voice of his sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It was loud and jarring and made Shinsou wish he could make the piercing echo of the softness in his remarks end.
He wouldn’t dare voice his loathing for Kaminari’s little crush. He hadn’t acted on it, and honestly he hadn’t said it either, really. He didn’t have a solid reason to tell Kaminari off for an offense he hadn’t technically committed yet.
Nevertheless, whenever Shinsou had the displeasure of standing in front of Kaminari, he had to swallow the urge to turn and yell at him, telling him he could practically feel the affection that poured out of him. Scold him for his carelessness with his own emotions, maybe give him a list of people who could actually like him back.
But for now, he was stuck in the prison that was the boy’s unexpressed, yet unwavering love. And he could beg and plead in his mind for his freedom from the expectant gaze that weighed on his back, but they would have never been spoken aloud.
So Shinsou waited impatiently for Denki’s inevitable confession so he would finally have an excuse to step on his heart until he could feel it shatter under his weight.