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‘ I wish I could synthesize a picture-perfect guy’
As Kirishima slides his hoodie over his head, he uses all the willpower he has to keep his eyes away from the opposite corner of the locker room.
‘Six feet tall and super strong’
It doesn’t help that the person of his desires just so happened to have a perfectly cut 6-pack, defined Biceps, and a chiseled jaw. The features of this Gym Crush were comparable to those of a Greek God.
‘We’d always get along’
The fiery temper of the golden man caused Kirishima to keep a step back, watch from afar, and hide from rejection that was yet to be determined.
‘He’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late’
The Blonde kept a tight schedule and never missed a beat, and you could always count on him to be where he was supposed to be on time.
Maybe that's why I began to go to the gym at 5:00 am every day.
Kirishima slung his backpack over his shoulder, shut his locker, and sped out of the locker room without sparing a glance behind him. It was about 7:10, and he needed to make his way to the theater to practice his audition. Yes, you heard it right, Auditions. Kirishima was the stereotypical run-of-the-mill gay theater kid, and he was proud to admit it.
“I’m gonna get more than an ensemble role this year”, Kirishima stated as he spotted Kaminari attempting to sneak up behind him.
“I'm sure you’ll do great, Kiri.” Midoriya's voice came from his other side, turning to make eye contact with him as he finished, “Just choose to stick to either a dramatic or comedy monologue in auditions, dramedy will set you up for failure.”
“Just don’t do what you did last year and you'll be fine,” Kaminari piped up. “Nothing can be as bad as that.”
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“So, Kirishima, first allow me to apologize for my words earlier. It can be as bad as that. In fact, it can be worse.”
Kirishima rubs his eyes as he resists the urge to smash his head into the wall of Kaminari's bedroom. “Thanks for the uplifting compliments, Dude.”
Midoriya, recovering from laughing so hard -at the video he took of the incident- that he fell to the ground, decided to give his two cents, which Kirishima found unnecessary, “I think you should be proud of the fact you were able to knock every single other auditioner down in one go. Like a strike in bowling,” he adopts a sarcastic grin to his face “maybe Mrs. Kayama will cast you as a bowling ball, and at the very least you could play a convincing rock- OW!”.
Kirishima did not hit Midoriya on the back of the head, and if Midoriya said he did, then he is lying.
Kaminari, who had stopped paying attention after he got a notification from his phone, looked up in a blaze of excitement. “Guess who just got us some plans tonight!”
Now concerned, Kirishima felt like he had to ask, “And just what might that be?”
“A Party.”
“ No,” Kirishima and Midoriya said in unison.
Kaminari drooped, “but why nootttt” he whined, “It's not like either of you is busy, and besides, once the musical comes around we won’t get to go to parties for a while.”
Midoriya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, as though he’d said this a thousand times, which, in his defense, he had. “Kami, my friend, most partygoers like to partake in questionable activities with… questionable substances. I am opposed to using said substances, and while I would still go to a party to hang out with friends, I can’t,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I have to finish my AP physics project with Yaoyorozu. Tonight is the only night our schedules are compatible, so I’m afraid I'll have to raincheck,” He smiled apologetically, “You two can have fun without me though”.
“Are we forgetting the fact that I said no, too?”
“But dude, you're not even doing anything tonight. You never have any plans,” Kaminari points out. Kirishima, betrayed, turns to say something only to realize that Kaminari actually has a point. Not that he’ll admit that to him.
“Ughhhh….” Kirishima’s fragile willpower folds, and he gives in, “Fine, where, when, and who?”
“Uh,” Kaminari says intelligently as he pulls out his phone, “at Todoroki’s Dad's lake house, close to the old bowling alley, it starts at 8:00 and there is no specific end time, and who is a toss-up because it seems like a mass invitation”.
Looking at the clock, Kirishima discovers it's 7:42. “Well, the abandoned bowling alley is about 20 minutes away, so we’re going to be late, I doubt that that matters though”. With this information, Midoriya proceeds to stand up, grab his bag, and begins to move towards the door. “I've gotta meet Yaoyorozu at 8:00 too, so I guess I’ll get going then.” He pauses as he steps through the door, and turns around to say one more thing.
“Text me if something interesting happens”.
—- (Tuesday (later that night) 8:30)-----
After 10 minutes of getting ready and 18 minutes of Denki searching for his keys, only to find them on the table next to the front door, the two boys pull up a block away from the party.
“Why are we parking so far away?” Kirishima questions, confused by the blonde's actions.
“Well, this way if we want to leave, we won’t be blocked by other cars, and as my older brother says, ‘ if the cops show u,p then the car will be further away from the commotion and therefore a better getaway car, ’ ” Kaminari says seriously.
“Whatever you say, man.” They begin to make the walk to the lake house while participating in small talk, only to fall into silence once the property comes into view.
“I knew Todoroki was rich, but I didn’t know he was RICH rich,” Kaminari said with his jaw on the ground.
The lake house was situated on a small hill with woods behind it. The house was 3 stories, and the bottom floor seemed to be partially underground, having a manmade opening through the ground that led to a deck and gazebo beside the lake. The building had so many glass windows and features that you could see the chandelier from the front gates. The two high schoolers continued their way up the driveway and path until they reached the door, which was left wide open. Looking inside, you could see a sea of high schoolers with red cups attached to their hands. Some were sitting, some were dancing, some were drinking, smoking, making out, and basically, anything you could picture a high schooler doing at a party was happening.
“Glad you could make it, amigos,” Sero says after popping up out of thin air. One look at him, you could tell that he was stoned off his ass. Of course, if you couldn’t see it, you could sure as hell smell it.
“Oh my gosh- KIRI!” Mina squeals as she tackles Kirishima from behind, which doesn’t seem to faze him one bit. He swiftly adjusts to hold her like a piggyback ride. The alcohol in her cup splashed as she jumped, managing to create a few wet spots on Kirishima's shirt.
Kaminari reaches for an empty red cup, which Kirishima promptly takes out of his hand, causing Kaminari to appear baffled and betrayed, rightfully so. “Kami, don't forget that we drove here and we need to drive back”. This must not have crossed Kaminari's mind earlier, as he blue screens with this sudden development of information.
“Hey Kami, don’t get so down just yet,” Mina says, “Kyoka Jirou from the local band ‘Crows & Ravens’, the pretty singer, ya know her? Well she walked here and plans to stay sober, so why don’t you ask her if she’d be willing to drive you guys home.” she rambles out before adopting a sly grin on her face and focusing her gaze on Kaminari. “I’m sure it would lead to more flirtatious interactions with a certain purple-haired-”
“WOW MINA, THAT'S SO INTERESTING.” Kaminari grabs Mina’s wrist, successfully but not gracefully pulling her off of Kirishima's back. “Why don't we go talk to the nice singer that you know-” he nervously says, with a bit of a strained tone. As Mina is dragged away a bit forcefully (Okay, very forcefully), Sero puts his hand on Kirishima's shoulder and looks deep into his eyes. Less romantically, rather like he’s stoned out of his mind, oh wait, he is.
“So-”
“If you’re about to say ‘hey’ in some deep voice like Miles Morales, I will personally undress you with my own two hands and force you into a Spider-Man suit for an entire day,” Kirishima interrupts. Once Sero was able to pull himself together enough from laughing, they began their pursuit upstairs. It doesn’t take long to find the room Sero and several other stoners had occupied. In a sort of twisted, hilarious Irony, it was Todoroki’s Dad’s bedroom.
“Couldn’t stay away long, could ya, Sero?” Some guy with black hair said someone who Kirishima believed to be named Shindo, or something along those lines. He could see 2 bongs being passed around, one of which seemed to be homemade, 3 pipes, and a fuck ton of joints. That has got to be unsanitary.
Now that's not the only thing to catch Kirishima's eye; in fact, it was mainly the 3-4 bags of weed being passed around. Now, Kirishima is no drug expert, but that's gotta be a good couple of hundred, maybe even a thousand dollars worth of it. Sero leans down and whispers to him, “'Roki bought it with his dad's money, told us to use as much as we want. Pretty sweet deal.”
Sero pulls Kirishima over to a corner of the room with a big gray Papasan chair and 2 leather love seats, which all face a TV that was currently on baby sensory videos. He didn’t question it. He's learned not to.
Kirishima sits in the Papasan chair as Sero disappears to a different side of the room, for what Kirishima considers to be too long to leave an introvert alone at a party, only to return with a freshly packed pipe. Sero partially climbs over Kirishima as he adjusts himself to get comfy. Once settled, he positions the pipe and lighter so that Kiri can hit while Sero holds it. While not his first rodeo, he is still considered a newbie.
Fifteen minutes later, after a couple of Puff Puff passes, a dude handed off a new joint to them, which was followed by a few more hits. They were pleasantly stoned afterward.
Kirishima was staring off into space when he got a notification, which led him to check who it was from once he processed what the alert was. It was Mina, who had just sent a picture of Kaminari with a red cup that was 3/4ths empty, making out with a person who had their back turned to the camera, in the middle of a game of spin the bottle. Well, it seems they are having a nice time. While looking at the photo, he hears his stomach growl and decides it's time to find the kitchen.
With a sudden hunger and new motivation, he slowly but surely gets up, alerts Sero, and then leaves the room. Kirishima already has a terrible sense of direction as it is, but with the added fact that he isn’t sober, he has an even worse sense of direction and no ability to realize that. Somehow, after passing Mina and Kaminari in the living room, asking 3 people for directions, and going up and down many flights and stairs, about 40 minutes later, he finds himself in the backyard. At this point, he no longer remembers what he was looking for and is desperately trying to re-track his thoughts, but to no avail.
It is at this moment that Kirishima hears the siren. That noise is loud. It sounds familiar. He sees people bolting from the house, into the woods, to the streets, and into their cars. Oh, it must be a police siren…. OH SHIT, IT'S A POLICE SIREN.
It was at this moment that he knew; he fucked up.