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Kyoka stood over her sink, her hands gripping the edges as she trembled. "Why am I here?" She uttered. 

She eyed a pair of scissors in her slightly opened drawer. "I'll cut my hair. My hair doesn't serve a purpose! WHY THE HELL IS IT HERE?" She screamed, yanking them out of the drawer. 

She began cutting her hair to the length where it was at her chin. She watched as her violet locks fell against the floor. With a final clip, she stared into the mirror. She began crying and pulling at her hair.

"Damn it..."
 
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"You really should tell them." 

Ashido whispered as She laid on the couch with Kirishima. For a couple of months, or since Kaminari joined the band to be precise, Ashido and Kirishima had been dating in secret. 

Why secret? 
Well, Kirishima was scared to tell Bakugou. 
Terrified, actually. 

"You know how he'll react. I don't want to hurt his feelings." He mumbled. Ashido sighed and looked down. She knew Kirishima loved Bakugou. She knew he was Gay but couldn't admit it.

It hurt. 

The moment was interrupted by Kirishima's phone going off. 

[Kat!]

:WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU

sorry I was busy. I'll be there in a min:

:FUCKING FINALLY. YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION WHEN YOU GET BACK. 

I can't wait to see you too Katsuki.:

:THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID! 

yeah but you intended it ;):

Kirishima giggled as he set his phone down. "Hey Babe, it's band practice today." He sighed, sitting up. "You're not even a part of the band." She muttered. "I'm the emotional support!" He laughed. 

"I'm not joking, Eijiro. We never hang out anymore! And even if we do, you're always texting Bakugou." She grumbled. "I don't wanna sound whiny or jealous, because I know you've been friends since you were little kids. But I just want to spend time with my boyfriend. Without the band… or Bakugou." 

Kirishima gave her an understanding look. "I got it! I'll explain the situation to Bakugou and the rest. I'll take a little break and it'll be you and me for the entire week. How's that sound?" He questioned. "Amazing! Are you gonna tell him about us?" She questioned. 

"Babe…" He grumbled. "Just do it!! I want us to be public! I already told my mom!" She laughed. "Fine. I'll make an announcement at the end." He sighed. "Thanks." She giggled, attempting to kiss him. Kirishima quickly turned his head, resulting in her kissing his cheek instead.

As strange as it sounded, Kirishima and Ashido hadn't shared their first kiss. They met through Sero and began hanging out. They started calling it dating after a couple months. If Ashido attempted to kiss him on the lips, he'd turn his head or pretend to have a phone call.  

"I love you!" She exclaimed as He walked out of the door. "Bye!!" He laughed. As He walked out, regret consumed him. He should've said he loved her back. But it felt wrong.

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"FUCKING FINALLY!" Bakugou screamed as Kirishima entered the door. The band had been renting a rehearsal studio. It had a theme of red and black, with black checkers across the wall. They had moved partly because Bakugou's parents were sick of the noise, and because they needed more space.

Kaminari was also there. But He looked different. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked slimmer. The same could be said for Kyoka. She had cut her hair short, only around chin length, and was dark purple in color with an asymmetrical fringe. 

Kaminari looked exhausted and sad. He and Kyoka definitely hadn't made up. "Kyo-Chan! I like your new haircut!" Kirishima exclaimed. "Yeah, Mom said I need a new one for school." She lied. 

Tokoyami adjusted his base before clearing his throat. "I suggest we rehearse a song. And then we'll try a song with both Kaminari and Kyoka." He explained.  

"That sounds great!" Kirishima exclaimed. Maybe it was just his personality, but sometimes Kirishima felt as if he was the only living person in the room. Kaminari used to be just like him. He would know. Despite not going to the same school, their mom's were great friends. Which obviously meant that Kirishima had to hang out with Kaminari.

~~ "C'mon! The girl's will be changing! Let's go peek!" Kaminari laughed. The boys were currently at the pool. "Fine. But you owe me ten bucks if we get caught." Sero grumbled. "Guys, I don't wanna." Kirishima mumbled. "C'mon, You a wuss?" Sero laughed. "No! I'm just not a pervert!" He shouted. "We aren't being perverts, Eijiro-Kun! We're fulfilling our boyish desires." Kaminari laughed. "C'mon." Sero mumbled. Kaminari grabbed the boy's wrist and drug him towards a door in the back. "Watch." He chuckled. The door had a tiny crack, but it was enough to see the girl's locker room. Sero and Kaminari laughed as they peeked through. Kirishima stumbled backwards and began running out of the locker room. "I'M NOT GONNA LOOK!" He screamed. Kaminari and Sero shared a confused look. Kirishima panted as he ran out to the pool. Girl's began walking out and giggling. Were they laughing at him? His heart began to race. Kaminari and Sero walked out and began laughing at the boy. 'If I was normal, I would've enjoyed peeking at the girls.' He thought to himself. 'I wish Kat was here.' He turned to run, only to slam into a girl. He fell backwards and looked up at her. "PERVERT!" She cried. "No!! I didn't! I swear! I don't like that stuff!" He screamed. "Sure you do, Eijiro-Kun!" Kaminari laughed. Kirishima blushed in embarrassment. He didn't like that stuff. He didn't like girls. But society wouldn't accept him for that. He sighed and sat up. Kaminari laughed and patted his back. Kirishima looked over at the girl He had bumped into. 

"I do like that stuff."~~

Of course, Kirishima forgot to tell them about  him and Ashido.

A/N: so that was Kiri's big secret. But of course, I already knew that cuz I'm the author *wink wink*. *awkward silence*
Anyway, this chapter focused a lot on Kirishima! Besides Kaminari, he's definitely my favorite character to right because he's not completely dead inside!
I hope you guys are prepared for next chapter! I definitely am because I wrote it!
Haha I'll leave now.

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