songbird 4 u | kyoka jirou x fem reader

BUBBLEGUM | Chapter Eleven

KYOKA's POV

She was trying her hardest to keep everything together. I could see it.

We stood outside of the starry night sky as she dug out her third cigarette of the night. Lighting it up again and taking an inhale, allowing the smoke to seep into her lungs.

She's always been one to keep this to herself, I know this and I've been knowing this since the first day we met.

She reached to pull the cigarette against her lips once more, her hands shaking as she did so. Her and Bakugou breaking up was the best thing for her, but it was still fresh. I'll stay by her side until she feels better, at peace with it.

It hurts my heart to see her worked up over the breakup but I can't help but feel glee. I feel relief swelling over my body. I'm a terrible friend.

Selfish and wishing for something more between us. That wouldn't happen. I know for a fact. So I'll stay by her side until she falls apart in my arms so I can place the pieces back together once more.

"I don't think I made the right choice" She spoke, her voice meek and barely above a whisper.

"You made the right choice, you shouldn't doubt yourself, you're a smart girl f/n." I spoke, patting her back, hoping anything I could do would reassure her. Comfort her.

"Do you think I messed up Mina's party?" She spoke again, the alcohol escaping her lips as she spoke.

"Not at all, the only thing I can hear is Denki's obnoxious laughter" I giggled, watching the tiny smile form on her face as she sighed with relief. Taking another hit.

We sat in the comforting silence, both accepting of it.

We both knew how this had taken a toll on her, one year dedicated to him, a year wasted. She'd tell me all the other petty and insults he had thrown her way. The way how he cussed her out if she did something wrong. The way she felt it had gotten better.

The way that he even reminded her of her father.

The example of her male role model; her father. The standard and expectations he had set for her future partners. The way how she thought this was acceptable. The way she thought that maybe she deserved it. Maybe she deserved the insults he threw and the way he'd raise his fist in anger around her.

She thought that she was the problem.

Not that they were.

Even if they were the ones inflicting pain on another.

She's never had good luck with her boyfriends. I still remember when she got her first boyfriend and how he had made her. The exact same way Bakugou made her feel. Small, anxious and afraid.

I've always warned her, but that's all I'd do, that's all that my place in her life required. She's the smartest girl I know, she's figure it out on her own, she always does that, and if she asks for help I'll lend it quicker than a heartbeat.

I had my arms wrapped around her frame as she continued to string along drunken slurred words, word vomit.

Running my fingers through her hair as she continued her ramble, occasionally asking me if I was fine with her talking so much. I'd reassure her that she couldn't talk enough for me.

She could do anything and I'd still feel content. Happy.

I don't need to be anything more than her friend, as long as I'm in her life I'm more than grateful.

"Kyoka I don't feel so good" f/n had slurred out, trying to stumble her way up.

"Oh no" I chuckled, standing up and giving her a hand to steady herself. "Let's get you to the bathroom" I grabbed her hand.

She had intertwined with mine.

I had led her to Eijirou's bathroom and sat her down in front of the toilet as her head lazily fell against the toilet seat. She was barely able to speak coherent sentences, making me take a mental reminder to put her to bed with a bucket after this. She need to sleep this off.

I grabbed her hair and held it as her face was towards the toilet bowl. "Let it out girl" I patted her back, and before I knew it. The lovely smell of vomit filled my senses. Yuck. I was far too sober to be able to fill anything but fine in this instance. But I stayed.

She moved away from the toilet bowl and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, wiping her mouth with it.

"Thank you Kyoka, I know you're emetophobic" She had slurred out. Leaning against the bathroom wall. Giving me a lazy grin as she spoke.

"I'm glad you can see the sarcafices I do for you!" I chuckled, watching as she let out a laugh, her head bopping as she had barely any control over her motor skills.

I'm content with just this.

I'd do anything for you...

But would you do that for me too?