𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 (ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴏᴄ)

Chapter 20

"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖..."
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　"𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣."　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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Kiyoko stands stiffly, literally on the verge of puking everywhere as Shoto smiles softly. The light on my phone flashes on as I take a picture of the two of them. I snort, shoving the device back into the pocket of my joggers before pulling the half and half boy back over to me.

"Told you." I beam out a grin. He side-eyes my sister.

"Yeah... She is more awkward than I ever could be..." He sighs, accepting defeat. I chuckle, pulling his hands back into my own. Kiyoko takes this as her cue to immediately find her emotional support dog, Atsuya.

"You been crying...?" Shoto suddenly drops whatever smile graced his lips as one set of flashing lights attempts to highlight the red patches around my eyes. I furrow my brows up to him, tilting my head in obvious obliviousness.

"No? I just took my makeup off." I wave him off, letting the music fade away any concerns he might've had.

I know where Bakugou is, I found him the second my sister and I reached the ground floor.

He's over there. Sat on the couch like a loser. Honestly feeling as though he'd rather be doing anything else. Sure, he's a little buzzed from all the drinks people keep shoving into his hand, but it only makes him want to leave more.

More specifically, leave with me.

Ochako sighs as she sits beside him. It makes my eye twitch to watch- so I don't. I just keep acting as though neither of them exist as I laugh with Shoto. Completely missing the entire point of them even being together.

"I don't know how sitting here, being boring is going to help either of us." The girl grumbles, realising that everyone seems to be having a much better time than her and Bakugou are.

"What'd you want me to fuckin' do?" He growls back, snapping a harsh glare down at the girl.

"I don't know... Just- when you told me you liked her—"

"Keep your fucking voice down, yeah?" He steams, causing her to roll her eyes. To her, it doesn't matter if I find out. His personality will turn me off even if I do like him. Shoto's a better fit for me, and I'd already confessed that I like him.

Sure, I could like both of them. But to her, Shoto just seems like the perfect guy, and of course we'd be good together. Just look at us—

Her eyes dart over to the half and half boy and myself, a soft smile pulling at her lips. She's happy that I'm finally doing something about that crush, it'd been a while since I told her, and only now am I 'doing something'.

My fingers intertwine with Shoto's as we move with the music. He's rigid and clearly not doing much but staring at me, but he's smiling. So it doesn't matter if he's not used to this... he likes doing this with me.

But of course, I don't like Shoto. Not the way I like Katsuki. It's my own actions that made this happen in the first place, my own lies. All because I couldn't admit to the fact that I liked someone as stupid as Bakugou.