Snow Birds

Pretty Eyes

"You distracted me!", she huffed turning the car.

"I know you're not blaming me. Pay attention Roundface, you're lucky I didn't distract you for real."

"Oh really?", she mimicked. "And what would that be?"

Bakugo looked at her and snuggled his hand on her left inner thigh and squeezed. She squeaked while smacking his hand but he didn't budge.

"Nothing, really.", he said nonchalantly.

"B-Bakugo! W-What are you"-

"You're gonna miss your turn again dollface."

She focused with red checks and pulled into her house. Bakugo tried to stop laughing at the flustered girl but he couldn't help it when she finally gave up on trying to move his hand. He then removed his hand on his own will and held her hand. She puffed her cheeks and looked out the window.

"Hey, pink cheeks."

"..."

"Roundface."

"..."

"Ochaco?"

"Mhm."

"You have the most beautiful eyes."

She turned around and blinked her long lashes dramatically with her brown doe eyes.

"You think so?"

Bakugo laughed seeing how dramatic she was, but patted himself on the back at his brilliant plan.

"It was the first thing I noticed about you.", he responded.

"For real? I never really thought to much of them. I wish I had prettier eyes like you or Tsu or something. Brown eyes are literally mud."

"Oh, come on, of course you're gonna hate em' if you describe it that way.", he scoffed. "In the sports festival, they looked like uh-a hazel color because of all the light."

He paused and made direct eye contact with her. She blushed at the adjective and gave a shy smile.

"I really first noticed them because every time I created an explosion, the light and reflection would reflect in your eyes and it looked really cool. You looked so determined that day and before I even liked you, I couldn't deny you had a fire in you. Even in the dark they look mysterious. When your happy they seem brighter and when your upset they almost blend into your pupil but still look a little lighter at the bottom. You should appreciate your eyes. My eyes make me look pissed off even when I'm not."

He stepped out the car and walked around to open the door for her. The girl was taken aback on how much he dwelled on it. It was almost poetic and she had no idea he took account into things like that. It made her feel warm and special. Almost appreciated for something she made no effort to do.

She stepped out of the car once he opened the door and they kind of just stared at each other.

"Well,", she started. "I don't think you should hate your eyes either. I've always admired them. They look like a scarlet flower or rubies. No matter what mood your in, they always look really unique to me. It's so rare to get the color you have, so I think you should appreciate yours as much as you want me to appreciate mine."

"Whatever the princess says.", he joked putting out his hand for a handshake. "Is that a deal?"

She winked and she shook his hand but decided to spice it up.

"What the heck are you doing?", he asked.

"Did you see what I just did?"

"Yeah?"