𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞 : 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 / 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

✨Homework & Confessions✨

Kirishima's POV:

I'm sitting at my desk right now and am LOST with my homework. This is SO not a way to spend a Friday. I could be watching TV or playing video games or maybe hanging out with Bakubro and my others bros!! 

I slightly frown. Until an idea pops up inside my brain.

I could ask for some help! Duh. I'm so stupid. I grin as I pull out my phone, searching through my contacts, deciding who I should ask for help. 

🧡💥 BakuCrush💥🧡

Eh.. He'll be my last resort. I can't handle myself or my feelings around him.

⚡Kamibro!!⚡

Sorry, man.. But you're not exactly the brightest, dude.

💗Acid Queen💋💗

She's hanging with the girls which means I can't ask Uraraka either. Oh! That reminds me, Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki went out as well. Weren't they going to meet somebody? Rice? Ramen? That's not even close is it? Erm.. Rem?? Rei! A woman named Rei. 

And if Uraraka is hanging with the girls, that means they're unavailable, too. 

And Sero's actually hanging out with Kaminari.

Which leaves.. 

My little BakuCrush. 

. . .

I wait for a reply for a couple of minutes. After some time, I start thinking that maybe he also had plans that he just didn't tell me about and start losing hope. I mean, yeah, I'm nervous to even talk to him but that doesn't mean I don't want to though. 

I pout slightly as I wait a couple minutes longer.

DING!

I scramble to check my message, almost dropping my phone in the process. I unlock it and check the recently sent message. 

Me:
Broooo!! I need help with my homework!! PLEASEEE!!! Answer ASAP!! 

🧡💥 BakuCrush💥🧡:

Yeah, sure. Sorry, I was taking a shower. I'll be over in five. Don't keep me waiting.

But you're the one who kept me waiting? You know what, forget it. 

I look over at my desk. I should probably pull out the small table so we can both fit our stuff. 

. . .

I'm sitting at the table, scrolling on my phone when I hear a knock at the door. I quickly get up and stumble my way to the door to open to see Bakugou there. I step out of the way and he comes and slips his school bag off his shoulder and slings it over to the table. 

He looks back at me with a stern expression. "Well?" He says.

I stare at him confused. "What?" I reply.

"Are you going to sit down or not?" He said, annoyance quite apparent.

"R-Right! Sorry man!" And with that, I scurry on over and plot myself down in front of the table.

"Whatever," he grumbles out and then sits on the opposite side of the table.