The Letter

Sunday Sun

-Three weeks later-

Sunday morning was sunny and warm and the dorms were empty. Everyone was outside in the sunnylight, running and playing on the grass outside the school building.

A frisbee whirled across the blue sky, thrown from Toru invisible hands and caught by Kaminari as he was lifted into the air by Sero to catch it. A small cheer was yelled from the sidelines where Momo, Jirou, Todoroki, Midoriya and Mina sat on the picknick blanket to obverse the game. Ochako called for it to be thrown to her as she quickly finished off her biscuit, made by Sato for the picknick basket. Kaminari chucked it clumsily into the air as Sero lost his footing, forcing Ochako to run to it. She clipped it with her finger tips and the frisbee stopped in mid-air, floating as Ochako stopped to laugh hard at Sero and Kaminari who rolled on the grass with laughter from there fall.

I chuckled gently as I watch them sprawl then turned my attention back. The dappled shadow of the tree swayed across the green ground in the light breeze, shading me from the sun's rays.

I listened to the gentle sleeping breaths near my ear, Bakugou's head resting on my shoulder. His spikey blonde hair brushed me as his chest moved slowly in and out in a calming way. His hand was loosely held in mine as he slept because if I tried to move away, he grasped it more tightly. I didn't really mind though, in fact, I found it cute.

Bakugou had fallen asleep a couple of hours after we had finished the community service, happy that we finally had some spare time to rest. That time in between he had been trying to find where exactly he had put the confession letter having apparently misplaced it after we got in trouble. After he almost blew up his own room in the fruitless search, I finally managed to convince him that it was probably long gone by now or it would turn up on its own. He was stubborn but he stopped looking for that letter.

In truth he probably will never get it back. I intend to keep it.

Careful not to move Bakugou too much so he wouldn't wake up, I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out the folded piece of paper. I spread-out the crinkled letter and read it over again for the millionth time, resting my head on Bakugou's fuzzy hair and smiling softly.

Kirishima,

I don't know how to write these fricking sappy letters, so don't expect anything lovey-dovey. I just wanted to tell you in some way, cause you're too dense, that I like you. In a more than friends way. I want you to be my boyfriend.

You're probably thinking that I'm weird and gross, don't you shitty-hair? I know it's not manly writing this shit and I know you thought I was manly before but I'm not really.

But I guess I thought admitting it to you was better than being a fricking coward and keep it from you forever.

I don't know whether you'll ever read this pile of crap or not but if you are consider it, okay? I'll have to blow you face off if you don't.

I really do like you, Eijiro.

Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Thank you for reading my first Kiribaku story. I know it was short but I hope you enjoyed it! I have another Kiribaku story in mind to do but I'll have to work out the details for it first. Thanks again and if you liked it give it a vote or comment your thoughts on it.

See you later!