You Belong With Me [Kiribaku]

Ch. 1: Your Girlfriend

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Eijirou

When you see two people who just don't work together, what are you supposed to do? That's a thought that occurred to me on a nightly basis since that's just how much Katsuki and Momo tend to argue.

As if on schedule, Katsuki's angry shouts pierced through my window while I was trying to copy down notes from a chemistry textbook in hope that I'd be able to pick up my grades. Even though Katsuki is ill-tempered and has a bad attitude towards other students, no one can deny how good his grades are and it has always amazed me. Always.

After I watched his frustrated figure sit on the side of the bed, I observed his hands get dragged down his face- and then grabbed my A4-sized notepad and began writing down a message for Katsuki to read. I held it up landscape, watching him stare at it, then couldn't help but notice his red glare softening a little. Just a little.

'Are you okay?' I had written, and in turn, he grabbed his own notepad and began writing down a reply.

'Tired of shitty drama' I shrugged my broad shoulders in response with a sympathetic smile, which Katsuki replied to by raising his eyebrows slightly.

'Sorry' I accompanied the message with a drawing of a frowny face, and this time it was his turn to shrug, and just as I was about to write another note, the ash blonde boy stood up and pulled his curtains over his window.

Frowning, I put my notepad down after taking one last, longing glance at my last message. I rolled onto my stomach with a helpless sigh and blew a black piece of hair out of my face before sitting back up to continue my consistently mundane studies.

While being able to feel my best friend's frustration through the windows, I'm just in my room on a typical Tuesday night, listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. Momo and Katsuki are just so different, and it's hard to say that it's surprising when she's the type of girl who likes classical music while Bakugou's into rap and punk rock.

'She'll never know your story like I do...'

For a moment, memories start flooding my mind, momentarily distracting me from the familiar, sharp pain in my chest.

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My eyes observed the noticeboard just outside my classroom; having just entered high school I planned to do something to make sure that I could look like a good student. However, I've never been able to stand out, nor do I feel confident in doing so. After a sigh left my lips, I read a bold poster, 'FOOTBALL TRYOUTS!'

The corners of my mouth twitched into a small smile- I've always loved (American) football. My passion grew for it when I was only a child, and I reminisced as I looked through the memories of me rolling over but swiftly getting up, ignoring the sting on my scratched knees to try and catch up with my father.

I'm not quite sure what came over me, but I only blinked, and I found myself walking towards the field. My legs, with a mind of their own, took control of the situation. My heart began beating progressively faster as I saw a group of muscular first years, recognising a few; they were well-built and while I was as well... I preferred not to leave that on show. I smiled when I saw how excited they were, pumping their fists into the air and chatting amongst themselves.

I began having second thoughts- why would I be able to be of value to a team like this? I'm probably nothing compared to them.

Just nothing-

My negativity was fiercely interrupted when a boy ran past me. I didn't recognise him. Surely if I had seen those ash blonde spikes before, I would have remembered them. Time seemed to slow down when he passed me, a grin so enthusiastic it was almost psychotic while he had red eyes which were bright with determination, a stark contrast to my dull ones.