Electro-Punk Love, a Kamijirou story

Chapter 16: Grow a pair Kaminari

Jirou: But, he is your friend...

Bakugo: Still, not my business ears. Do what you want to do with dunces face. I don't care.

Jirou: You are right, I must do something about it.- She said lifting her face from her legs.

Bakugo: That's not what I-

Jirou: I must ask him out before the end of the week, thanks Bakugo.- She quickly stood up and left the couch she was sharing with Bakugo.

Bakugo: Tch...whatever.

Jirou was thinking about what to do with Kaminari on her way to her room. She must tell him in private. Does she need to call it a date? What plan is she going to propose? Is it going to be casual or semi-formal? God, it was difficult to decide, she never asked someone out before. Why was love so difficult?

-Calm down Kyoka, don't rush it. You have the rest of the week to figure out what you feel about Kaminari once and for all, and until you do. You can ask him out on a date. Yes, that's what I'm going to do.- She said in her mind, her plan was foolproof

And the days passed, and the week was almost over. It was Thursday. Kyoka was freaking out. What was the resolution of her week thinking about Kaminari? That she was without a doubt head over heels for the electric boy. She tried her best not to think of him in a lovable way, but it was impossible. Every minute she spent with him was like an arrow to her heart. The more time she was around Kaminari, her feelings grew even stronger, and her doubts too. Even though he was kind of weird and evasive these past few days, she couldn't help but feel like she was flying whenever he talked to her. And this was killing her.

Jirou was walking in circles in her room over and over again. She almost dug a trench on the path she walked in her room for hours. She needed to let this feeling out, and music wasn't going to help for the first time. She couldn't take it anymore, so she took her phone and pressed the call button.

*Dial tone*

Yaoyorozu: Hello?

Jirou: MY ROOM, NOW!!!

Yaoyorozu: Gosh Kyoka, you don't need to scream. Is something wrong?- Momo said while she moved the phone a little away from her ear.

Jirou: ROOM, NOW!!!

*Hungs up*

It was safe to say Yaomomo was confused. She stood up from her bed and walked towards Jirou's room. She knocked on the door and entered, only to see Jirou almost knee-deep in that trench that she dug in her room. Her feet hurt from walking in circles for hours nonstop, but the girl's nerves were numbing the pain.

Yaoyorozu: Jirou...

Jirou: Sit down.- She said, still walking in circles.

Yaoyorozu: Is everything alright Kyoka? - Momo said as she sat on Jirou's bed.

Jirou: I LIKE KAMINARI!!!- Finally, that thing that was choking her left her throat, and she finally stopped walking in circles.

Yaoyorozu: What?

Jirou: I LIKE DENKI KAMINARI GOD DAMMIT!!! I fucking love him. I love his stupid smile, I love his sense of humor, I love his jokes, his sense of fashion, his electric golden eyes, and his stupid-looking hair. He's handsome, he's funny, he's hot and sexy, he's kind and gentle. I LIKE HIM MOMO, IM IN LOVE WITH HIM, FUCKING CHRIST!!! - She said, all of this with despair. Clearly, Jirou wasn't the type of girl made for love, this was bothering her more than pleasing her. But to Momo, this was kind of amusing, seeing Jirou suffer (in an innocent way) for love for the first time in her life.