I looked up at the stupid clock with the muscle arms. It was 2 am. A wonderful time for my stomach to plead.
Crap. My stomach wouldn't stop making absurd sounds.
I lay on the bed, debating my decisions. I could wait until morning.
My stomach said otherwise.
I had skipped lunch in favor of doing the homework I'd have no time doing since I'd be preoccupied with Kirishima after school, which
caused my absence of dinner. Hag wasn't around anymore to nag me on about things like dinner time, and I wasn't about to call her
and tell her. Kirishima had eaten his meals ungracefully during class, which had not only got him through the day, but earned him
glares from Aizawa.
I peeled Kirshima's arm off of my waist, and slowly, not to wake him, I got up out of his bed. Yes, it was his bed tonight. He said he
missed seeing his ugly ass posters, and if he had to spend another night in my dorm he was going to haul his wall decor over there.
Which, now thinking about it, didn't seem like such a bad idea. The walls of my dorm were clear and clean. They say your room is a reflection of your mind, and that's how I wanted my mind to be. I only had one All-Might poster up, and I had bought that forever ago. I wouldn't really mind some Crimson Riot posters joining my bare walls. Or even his cheesy fitness motivation quotes. They reminded me of Kirishima. But the tacky flame curtains were a solid no.
I unlocked the door and walked out of Kirishima's dorm and down the stairs to the kitchen. No point in taking the elevator and waking up half my floor with the annoying dings it made.
The kitchen was empty, but as I opened the cabinet to grab a water cup, a stupid pile of green appeared in my peripheral. Of course, out of all my classmates it had to be Deku to be up at this horrible hour.
"Nerd." I said, so he knew he could never take me by surprise.
I saw the green hair flinch a bit as he turned around. And there was Deku, stupid All-Might pajama bottoms and holding a bowl of cereal. Freaking All-Might-Os to be kidding me.
His shirt said something. I couldn't quite read it.
"Shit, I left my glasses in Eijirou's room." I muttered to myself. Specifically inaudible to anyone else, but I forgot it was Mumble-Master-Midoriya here, who spoke in 90% indistinguishable dialogue, and had almost certainly heard my comment.
"Kacchan, did you just say Kirishima-kun's first name? I didn't know you were that close." He said.
Oh he damn well knew. Deku had the best read of me out of anyone besides Eijirou.
Deku was teasing me.
"Why are you up so late?" I said, avoiding the topic.
"Why are your glasses in Kirishima's room." The nerd fucking smirked.
"Why's your head in the fucking clouds? Go to bed, nerd."
Deku shrugged and gestured for me to sit next to him. I filled up my glass and sat 3 seats away from him.
"Kacchan?" Deku said after a few minutes of me sipping away at my water and him finishing up his cereal. "Why're you sitting here, drinking water?"
"Because I feel like it." Not my best work with fast responses.
"You could've just brought your water back to your room. You're sitting here because you have something on your mind."
Thanks for stating the obvious. My stomach clawed at my skin.
I had forgotten how hungry I was. I walked over to the pantry, grabbed whatever cereal was there, and poured some in a bowl.
Deku chuckled. When had he gotten this comfortable around me? Or was he always like this? Or was I just sleep deprived? "What?" I spat.
"I always forget you're lactose intolerant, Kacchan."
"It's a bitch to me, so I'll be a bitch at it back and eat my cereal dry in spite." I grabbed a spoon and sat down back at the kitchen island. I subconsciously moved a seat closer to damn Deku. Shit, he's gonna think I wanna talk to-
"Kacchan, tell me. What's wrong?" He looked at me with those saucer-plate eyes, like a little brother you couldn't say no to.
Izuku really was like my little brother. I had been a complete jerk to him in the past, but I guess no matter how bad it gets, your brother sticks around.
I sighed into my hands, shoveling a spoon of cereal into my mouth. It was too early or late or whatever for this shit. Might as well just tell the prying loser, s'not like I care what he thinks of all this. "It's Kirishima. I want to ask him to be my boyfriend, but you know I'm not good with that crap."
Deku's unbelievably large eyes got that much wider.
"What?" I spat.
The damn nerd starting laughing at me!
"What the hell are you laughing at! I swear I'll-" I could feel the familiar sense of anger burn within me.
Deku frantically shook his hands in front of his body, still chuckling, but at a more reasonable volume now.
"K-Kacchan, you kidding?"
"Didn't take you for a piece of s-"
"No! Kacchan! I'm not laughing because I disapprove, I'm laughing because I thought that you were well past that with Kirishima-kun!"
"Hah? Whaddya mean?"
Izuku pinched his nose bridge with two fingers. "Kirishima isn't already your boyfriend?"
"No? He's my best friend. You know that."
"You don't sleep in a bed with your best friend every night."
"Well-"
Izuku looked incredulous. "Stop trying to justify anything, Kacchan. You don't kiss your best friend in the common room." I had forgotten the damn nerd saw that.
"Well, of fucking course, we obviously like each other. It's just- we never formally did the shit that I think he wanted to do. Like, you know Ei... he likes the sappy stuff. I know he'd like it if I ask him out on a date, and I think he's hesitated to call me his 'boyfriend' before. He always just says his 'best friend' at most. I think it's because he thinks I'd be uncomfortable with it, but I want to tell him that I'm not. That I want to take that step."
Izuku nodded, "That means coming out, Kacchan."
Shit. Yeah. The only people who knew besides Eijirou were Izuku, Mina, and somehow Kaminari. Who the hell told him? Beats me. Oh, and Tetsutetsu from Class 1B... that story was not one of my greatest, I can even admit to that. There was a class party a few weeks ago, stupid Kaminari spiked the punch, and I accidentally kissed Tetsutetsu, who drunk me thought was Kirishima. Only Mina and Ei had seen that. Maybe Kaminari was there, and that was how he found out. Eijirou and Mina had laughed for hours and gave me crap as we sat hungover the next day.
"I don't owe any extras any details on my life. I don't have to come out to them." I crossed my arms and leaned back.
Izuku smiled. "That's exactly what I thought you would say. You should tell Kirishima. He really, really likes you, Kacchan."
I nodded, "Yeah."
"And you wouldn't want him to feel like you don't want to be committed."
"Yeah."
"I know you should just do things at your own pace, but maybe speed it up on the confession thing already. It's our last year at UA after all."
"Yeah." I thought for a moment. And I got up and placed our dishes in the sink and left for Eijirou's room.
"'Night Kacchan." Izuku called as I went up the stairs.
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The next morning I woke up next to Eijirou, whose snoring I had gotten used to. His alarm was blaring.
I lightly smacked his face, "Wake up, dumbass."
He jolted awake, his face hardening where I had hit him.
"Ack! Morning Tsuki." He smiled at me. He looked so warm and refreshed and dammit those sappy feelings I had tried so hard to push down before came vommiting on my face. I knew I was freaking blushing as I thought of telling him.
I needed to tell him.
I'm no coward.
"Ei. Can we talk before we start getting ready?"
His face tensed a bit as he nodded and sat up. "Yeah man, of course."
I blowed out a breath, "So, uh..." I can do this. Get straight to the point. Katsuki Bakugou doesn't back out he goes through with what he started.
"You're my boyfriend." I blurted. Maybe a little too forward. Can't take it back now.
Eijirou's face just fell into an easy smile as he nodded, "Of course man."
This blurting thing seemed to be working.
"And I'm asking you out on a date right now. Shin Izakaya at 6 pm tomorrow."
Eijirou grinned his shark toothed smile. "Sounds like a plan!"
I couldn't help but smile back.
Maybe communication was kinda important.
