What If I Jumped? (Kiribaku)

• Chapter Nine •

This chapter has homophobia and a beat up?? Sorry :(

Kirishima's pov

Bakugo slept on the couch last night. He didn't say why, but it was obvious that it's because he knew I liked him. I shouldn't have said anything, all I've done is fuck things up. And it's not like we would've dated anyway, he's straight.

It is now 11am, and I've just woke up. The space in the bed next to me was cold and empty. My heart pinged just a tiny bit, everything hurts now. Mentally, that is. A sigh crept out from my lips. Fuck it, I have to get up sometime...

I got out of bed and put on some clothes. It wasn't anything special, just a shirt and some joggers. My feet walked involuntary to the stairs and went down. The kitchen looked really calming, so I walked over to it, minding the sleeping terror on the sofa.

Maybe if I make breakfast he will hear me out and we can talk? I thought that we would've had the talk yesterday but we didn't. Bakugo just ghosted me for the whole day, occasionally glaring at me.

But it's not good to keep a negative mood, especially when it can turn real south real fast for me, so I opened the cupboards and looked inside. There was poptarts, cereals, toast. All that stuff. Though it didn't look appetising. My phone somehow found its way to my hand, and I searched up easy things to cook as an apology.

I didn't get why I had to apologise, but at the same time, Bakugo must be really confused and mad at me. I don't want to lose my best friend so I have to try and mend everything.

One of the options that popped up was a recipe for making pancakes. That shouldn't be too hard. I placed all the ingredients out on the sides and started making the mix, trying to be quiet.

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Just as I finished making the mix and got the saucepan out, there was a rustling of blankets from the living room. He's awake.
Still, I didn't say anything though as there wasn't anything for me to speak about right now that will help the situation.

The pancake mixture was now poured into the pan and set on the stove. After two minutes passed, I flipped the pancake to the opposite side to cook. It actually didn't look or smell too bad. Maybe if I just give him the food when they're cooked and ask him to forget about what I said, we could move on and still be friends.

I'm not sure he wants to be though.

Well, I won't know if I don't try. After another two minutes, I flipped it again and turned the stove off. I got out a plate and settled the pancake down on it. The plate was in my hands as I walked towards the couch, wearily.

"Hey bab- Bakugo."

No answer. Not even a sign of acknowledgement that I was there.

"I uh, I made you a pancake. There was only enough ingredients for one. I'll go shopping later."

Still silence.

"Uh, do you wanna eat it?" I'm so fucking awkward.

I dropped my head, "I take it you don't want to talk to me right now. That's okay, I'll just give you your food and then go."

I placed the plate on the table in front of him.

"But before I leave, I really do think that we need to talk."