COntRol

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⚡COntRol⚡
Chapter 2

[Kaminari's POV]

I slump myself on the couch, sighing to myself as I have a moment of rest.

Today's Thursday and, because it's the first day back, we get to spend the day off unpacking and re-adjusting to dorm life, which is a little annoying, since we still have school the next day. All of our stuff were, just like last time, left in our dorm rooms, none of us allowed to unpack and redecorate until we'd sat through another one of Aizawa's lectures, who was just going over the usual school rules. Most of us were half asleep through it... except Iida and Midoriya, who actually took it seriously.

It was only after that bore when Aizawa had finally dismissed us, giving me a disapproving look, like always. But, as per usual, I gave a cocky smile back before I skipped to my room. His expressions, at times, can be amusing, especially when he's riled up!

This all happened three hours ago. Three hours before the complete hell I had to go through. Three hours of cleaning the layer of dust and grim on the windows. Three hours of shifting bookcases and closets to their appropriate positions. Three hours of being prepared for what I hoped was a productive year.

I can't lie by saying it wasn't worth it, though!

It felt nice to have that brief sense of accomplishment. Appreciating the little things. However, it was only better when I get the bliss of relaxation once I'd laid down.

I don't do much, scrolling through my feed a little as my head lays back, taking note of each person that entered or left the common room. There was finally a point where Kiri enters, hair tied back with his headband, the only other people, besides myself, being Bakugo and Tokoyami, who was just getting up to leave. I feel a noticeably heavy weight plop down next to me and, with just one glimpse from the corner of my eye, I could tell he was ogling Bakugo.

Again.

I suppress a laugh, waiting until I hear Bakugo get up, grumbling something along the lines of him going to the kitchen, disappearing from the common room, leaving me and Kirishima. Just me and Kirishima.

"Sooooooo what were you thinking about this time, Lover Boy?"

My eyes tear from my phone just to see Kiri turn bright red, posture ridged from knowing he had been read like an open book. Soon enough, however, he unfreezes, a slight amount of colour draining from his face. His bottom lip is quivering, clenched between his teeth, and I could already tell he was on the verge of crying. His 'drunk' self was back online!

"Lemmi guess, you want to kiss him really bad? Or cuddle with him? Or fu-"

"Sh-Shut up! That's not funny!" His teeth are gritted, probably to remain 'manly', but he looked more like a kid who tries not to cry, though the injury hurt too much. I laugh at his reaction, his rant just about audible over it. "He's so fricking perfect, Kami! His face and his attitude and his... just everything! I've planned the confession! Heck, I wasted half of my savings on those roses! But I... I-I don't know if I deserve him!" I roll my eyes as his melodramatic and slurred speech, rubbing his back in an 'assuring' manner.

This is another grudge that I hold against 'falling in love': it can hurt.

I have no experience with this but I know, from reading about Hanahaki disease to the heartbreaks on TV dramas to even seeing the pain on Kiri's face for thinking 'he isn't good enough for his lover', puts me off of it. What's the point in taking a leap from the edge if you know you could get hurt from it?