my idiot [Kamijirou and Kacchako]

chapter one

"Uraraka!"

Ochaco Uraraka jolted awake as her classmate shook her by her shoulders. Her assailant, Kyoka Jirou, saw her eyes were finally open and sighed. Uraraka blinked blearily.

"Jirou. What are you doing? It's like..." She frowned and groped around her nightstand in search of her flip phone. She squinted at its small screen.

"It's like 11 am," Uraraka concluded. She looked up at her friend, as if waiting for an explanation. Jirou stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Did you really forget?" Jirou was still staring, as if trying to figure out if Uraraka was serious or not. About what, Uraraka had no clue.

"Forget what?" Uraraka cocked her head, her tangled bed head bobbing as she swayed. Jirou shook her head in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? We've been planning this for like, two weeks! I reminded you last night! Twice!" Jirou held up her phone and pointed at it. "Me and Denki both texted you!" Uraraka gawked at her, just as confused as ever. Jirou rubbed her temples as if the interaction was giving her a headache.

"The date, Uraraka. Me and Denki and you and Bakugou are all going on a double date this afternoon to celebrate Bakugou getting his provisional hero license. We're leaving around 11:30, possibly closer to 12, and we'll be gone until evening, when we're coming back and watching a movie with the rest of the class," Jirou grumbled. "Which you would've known if you'd read my text."

Uraraka squinted and made a face like she was concentrating on processing everything she had just been told when realization dawned on her.

"Oh! Now I remember!" she cried.

"There we go," said Jirou.

"Sorry," Uraraka said sheepishly. "Laggy morning brain." She gasped. "We have to get ready!" Jirou looked at her quizzically then studied her own outfit, suddenly self-conscious. She was wearing a cropped white My Chemical Romance shirt, strategically ripped, with camouflage cargo pants and black Doc Martens, and a silver chain necklace with a yellow lightning bolt charm on it.

"I... I am ready..." Jirou furrowed her brow and craned her neck to look at her back. Instantly Uraraka felt bad.

"Oh, no, I love your outfit! I meant, uh, I meant you should help me get ready!" Uraraka gave her friend a dazzling smile, and Jirou couldn't help but grin back.

"I mean, if you want, but I'm no expert on 'girl stuff', or whatever." She blushed, trying to hide a smile. She couldn't remember the last time she had been invited to do 'girl stuff' with someone.

"Oh, I don't really care. I picked out a few outfits last night, all I need is for you to tell me which looks better!" She leapt from her bed and ran to her closet and slammed the door shut with her inside it. Jirou blinked. She never understood girls.

A minute or two later Uraraka walked out holding two hanger sets, an outfit folded up and hanging off each.

"So? Which do you think?" She gave Jirou an expectant look.

"I- I literally can't tell what either of them look like," she responded, not knowing what else to say. Uraraka gave a knowing nod and disappeared into the closet once more. Soon she emerged in the first outfit: a black t-shirt with a Saturn design on it tucked into dark blue shorts that overlapped grey leggings. She was pulling on a pink and white baseball jacket as she came out, and was now examining her outfit in the full length mirror on the exterior of the closet door.

"What do you think?" Uraraka looked back at Jirou to find her gaping at Uraraka, stunned.

"It's the leggings, isn't it? Too many layers. I should've known." She made as if to return to the closet when Jirou spoke up.