A story of an innocent high school romance unfolds as two teenagers come to learn their mutual interest. This passion that they both share brings them to build a wonderful friendship. But what will happen when they start to realise that they want to...
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"...y/n, don't go!"
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Jirou sat on her bed, a giant headache pounding her in her skull. She had drank way too much last night in hopes of forgetting everything that had happened. That didn't work. In fact, it added to the frustration she felt. Having a migraine whilst thinking about how she had to witness her crush kissing you, of all people.
What made you so special to him, she didn't know. Jirou was so close to tipping over the edge. She didn't understand why Denki couldn't see her as anything more than a friend. How were you any better than her? She brought her hands to her head and pulled on her purple locks. The pain was the only thing keeping her from crying. Jirou needed to escape these thoughts that seemed to swallow up all her self confidence.
Was she just not enough?
That did it. The purple-haired girl slid from the comfort of her mattress to the cold wooden boards of her bedroom floor. She needed to something! Tears ran down Jirou's cheeks as she let out a choked cry.
Didn't you realise that you were taking him away from her? Didn't you care? But then again, why would you care?
Jirou then got an idea, grabbing her phone from her pocket and openings her messages app. She was blinded by her outrage that she decided upon this one, certain thought:
She could deal just as much damage to you.
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You sighed in satisfaction as you pressed the stop button on your recording device. You had finally figured out lyrics and a melody to go with the guitar music you had written. After the party, you became inspired to write your lyrics for the boy that you were growing to love.
Your week had mainly consisted of teasing conversations with your friends. They were constantly making comments about you and Denki, filling Bakugo in on the chaotic night, who didn't look like he gave a crap. You and Denki were growing closer too; he would hold your hand under the table every now and then, and the two of you would smile in your innocent secretive acts.
