His Own Lullaby

What the fuck just happened?

Jiro woke up in Katsuki's room once more, as if it was something so normal to the purple haired teen, she scolded herself for letting things get to that point again.

It wasn't due to her still being upset about their little quarrel, it was because of the thumping in her heart. Each beat was yelling at her to run away from someone. And that someone was peacefully asleep beside her, mouth clamped shut breathing lightly through his nose.

The sight of this peaceful Bakugou was now an occasional thing the girl sees, and she's confused on whether she should be proud or afraid that their relationship has gone to such extents as to be beside each other at night.

One thing Kyoka is sure of though, is that her heart isn't thumping in fear of getting caught with the blonde ticking time-bomb that is her classmate and friend, her heart is racing because she might be a tad bit romantically interested with said ticking time-bomb.

In fear of him waking up and seeing her in a daze with probably a few trails of dried saliva on her face, Jiro ran out of the room, not even stopping to think what time it was. She opted with taking the stairs all the way down to the kitchen, were she was met with Sato vigorously whisking what seemed to be a bowl of heavy cream.

Not wanting to look suspicious she immediately feigned a soft yawn while stretching her jacks a few inches, walking closer to her sugar loving friend, Jiro peered slightly from behind him. What stood slanted and a tad bit ajar against a container of cinnamon sticks was a medium sized paper, with what seemed to be a recipe scrawled aimlessly unto it.

Jiro let out a low whistle, announcing her presence to the boy, without much of a glance towards her, Sato greeted his classmate briefly, then resumed back to preparing whatever delicacy he was in the midst of creating. The girl noticed that the boy seemed to be in a frenzy, his heartbeat skyrocketing while he pipes a mixture into a tray.

She wasn't one to pry open people into talking like someone she knew, so she skipped over to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of yogurt and left the boy after bidding him farewell.

The purple haired girl fled to the backyard, wanting a badly needed breath of fresh and unsullied air. Once she got out, Jiro went to the class's small garden at the back, which was mainly taken care of by Shoji and Koda. A few months ago they decided to add benches, tables and all sorts of things, Kyoka opted to the month-old swing set the boys chose to finish last.

The sky was turning into a mix of reds and purples, signifying that it was dawn already. She huffed out a labored breath, closing her eyes in order to clearly check her heartbeat, it was still beating erratically but at least it wasn't thumping fast like it was a few moments ago.

Kyoka was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps walking towards her, familiar to the way that person walks, Jiro once more greeted Sato, who rather than sat on the empty swing beside her, opted to grabbing a nearby stool to face her.

" Something been bothering you lately?" Rikido asks, hand outstretching towards Jiro to give her a slice of chiffon cake. The smaller student accepted the offering after shrugging her shoulders, she took a small bite of the light and airy treat before beginning to rant her heart out to her classmate.

" The girls have been pestering me lately, ever since I told them that I may have someone I like, they've been relentless." Kyoka heaves out, taking a few more bites of the cake. With an occupied mouth, Earphone Jack continued to mumble.

" I get that they want me to have a partner and all that, but shouldn't they try to get one themselves first? It's just bizarre how they want me to be the first girl in the class to be in a relationship." The large boy nodded his head in understanding, looking down to see an expectant gaze from the short-haired girl.