It was now the day after and you were sitting in your room staring at your hand. You had to shower, but you didn't want to risk washing off her number.
"Don't be stupid Y/n," you thought to yourself, "just text her right now."
"Heyy, this is L/n from yesterday. Is this Jirou?" You typed out.
Quickly she responded, "Hey L/n! Yeah it's me."
You respond, "okay cool... How's your friend who ran over a cat? Are they okay?"
"My friend is fine, can't say the same for the cat though." She texted back.
You snickered. "Rip to the random cat." You responded.
"I wish I knew the cats name, then we could make a tiny gravestone for it lol." She texts.
"Pancake." You responded.
"What?"
"Let's name the cat pancake, it got it's ass flattened like one."
Jirou laughed at your corny ass message while she sat on her living room couch.
She quickly replied, "That was brutal man ☠️"
"Who's got you laughing like that? Could it be that THE Kyoka Jirou has feelings for someone?!" Questioned Jirou's roommate.
"Oh shut it Kaminari." Replied the already annoyed Jirou.
Kaminari tried to stare at Jirou's screen from behind the couch, but Jirou quickly turned her phone off before he could.
"Oh c'mon! Lemme see!" Kaminari whined.
"Just because you get no action doesn't mean you get to spy on mine!" Jirou made fun.
"ah hah! So you do like her!" Kaminari cheered.
"How'd you know it was a her?!" Jirou questioned, startled.
"Cause you're gay as fuck!" Kaminari yells, then he starts laughing his ass off.
Jirou quickly slapped Kaminari, "Oh shut up!"
He fell onto the couch holding his stomach and laughing.
"You're not as funny as you think you are y'know!" Jirou scolds.
Kaminari continues to laugh, "I dunno, I sure seem to crack myself up!"
"That's because you're stupid." Jirou responds.
Kaminari gets up and stops laughing, he puts on his best pouty face trying to seem hurt.
"I don't have to take this! I'm going to my room!" He exclaims.
Then Kaminari leaves the room with a hand over his heart.
Jirou rolls her eyes at how dramatic Kaminari was, but then she quickly checks her phone to see if you texted her again. And you did.
"Anywayyyyssss, wydd?" You had texted.
Jirou responded, and next thing you know it's three in the morning and the two of you are still texting. You got along lie cheese and jelly, peas in a pod, divorce papers and Y/n's parents.
Shit- I wasn't supposed to mention that last part, just ignore it please.
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Summer To Fall Kyoka Jirou X Fem Y/N
RomanceY/n is an art blocked artist who works at a gallery as a guide when she is introduced to a new coffee shop by her best friend Mina she finds her muse... Jirou x female y/n fic May contain mature subjects. Enjoy!🔫😊
