**NOTE** This chapter DOES NOT contain smut (it's also really short and I'm sorry)
WC: 448
Summary: You think, you text Kirishima and then you think just a tad bit more.
Includes: bit of teasing/plot
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The weekend brings you some much needed time to rest and think about the happenings of the past few weeks. Tamaki has come barreling into your life, bringing some emotions, excitement and a toothy red-head along with him. Not to mention the constant badgering from Vicky for more details.
The sex was good. That was undeniable. If he had done that well with holding your entire weight up against a car, there was no telling how good it would be if you got him into your bed. Which was not your plan. You mean, it was eventually but shouldn't you get to know a guy first?
Your head hurt.
Staring at the slip of paper with Kirishima's number on it you couldn't help but want to rub it in his face. Tamaki had wanted you and Kirishima had made you doubt that. Who did he even think he was? You send a text.
y/n: you were wrong.
You stare at the phone for a second and then set it down. Why bother sitting around waiting for a response. Your phone pings and you grab it.
Kirishima: Who is this?
Oopsies. You start typing and then pause. He doesn't know your name.
y/n: you gave me your number at the strip club
Kirishima: you'll have to be more specific
You scoff. He must be joking.
y/n: I went out with Tamaki
Kirishima: ah, y/n?
You blanch. So, Tamaki just goes around giving out your name?
y/n: bingo
Kirishima: and what, exactly, was I wrong about?
Suddenly, this whole conversation feels foolish. You texted Kirishima to brag about how you had sex with his friend? Who does that?
y/n: actually nevermind.
Kirishima: oh I see. You and Tamaki did the deed didn't ya
Your face flushes. You leave him on read.
Kirishima: oh don't be embarrassed. I'm proud of you guys!
You can almost feel the sarcasm oozing from your device.
y/n: so you can leave me alone now
Kirishima: let's not forget who texted first now
You can practically see him poking tongue on the sharp tip of one of his teeth. And that image is your cue to stop replying. Another cue comes with a notification from Tamaki asking you out to a movie. Does that constitute a date? The text is rather formal, perfect grammar, punctuation and not a single emoji. Almost like an email. You smirk to yourself before replying with an enthusiastic "yes"! You're almost embarrassed at how giddy you feel about it, knowing you should probably have the "what are we?" talk with Tamaki soon instead of just continuing to ignore the unusual beginnings of your relationship.
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