My Hero Academia preferences and one-shots! {REQUESTS: OPEN}

Crush, Crush, Crush- Kyoka Jiro

A/N: Another spontaneous songfic I got but this time with a female character! My friends call me Jiro so this'll be fun. I think this'll be a really good one even if you're not attracted to girls. Enjoy!

Jiro slowly really did feel herself slip into madness. Idly she slowly watched herself develop feelings for you and she watched as you slowly broke into pieces. All she wished is that she could find the words to tell you how she felt, but there were too many words to describe it.

Best friends is how it started out but the lines got blurred when either one of you tried to figure out when that just stopped being enough. It probably did start with the awkward "glances." It just meant one of you found the other staring at you which you both decided to not comment on. Just let them be coincidences that you two looked at each other at the same time like, one of you weren't already prepared for it.

It was sickening how much time Jiro has racked in spending time with you. And daydreaming about you. 'Fuck Schoolgirl crushes' is what she always thought when she found herself slipping away thinking about you. But it always returned with the thought of 'Let's be more than this'

Quiet after-school days alone in each other's company slacking off on homework and reading music magazines gushing over what guitar, microphone or piece of musical equipment you wanted. When she actually first heard you sing and play it was like a surreal experience. She loved it so much. Might've been the moment when she realized she loved you so much.

Her favorite reoccurring dream of you is when she sees herself singing and performing with you. And she always knows it's about to begin when she hears your lovely sing-songy voice count down. But it hurt to crash back down to reality and acknowledge that that was just a dream.

She doesn't remember when she starting crashing and slipping into a blissful madness she called her love for you, but she does know the exact moment you starting crashing into a not so nice madness.

You came in with a black eye and bandage on your cheek but a small proud smirk on your face. When everyone asked what happened you just shrugged it off, as not a big deal. But when Jiro asked with complete terror and worry laced in her words and eyes you had to tell her. You wanted to tell her, after all you were proud of it. Teen rebellion at its finest in your mind.

"Remember that Pride march that happened two days ago?"

Jiro was never quite sure on your sexuality, but she did know you were pro-human and gay rights. But she didn't know you were one for marches and all that.

It took you and all your friends to calm her down when you told her what happened. You came home, multiple pride flags drawn on your body and pride flags in your hands and stuffed in your pockets. You had came home happy and feeling accomplished in possibly making a difference, expressing yourself. But your parents yells and hits showed that they weren't feeling the same.

Your body told the story on what happened without telling the whole story. A punch to the eye, most likely a slap to the cheek that managed to cut you, red marks on the opposite cheek and arms that show rough scrubbing, and lastly tired eyes that show a sleepless night.

It hurt Jiro, it really did. From the standpoint of assuming you're straight and your parents still did that to you? It didn't hurt her actually, it made her sick.

She wished she asked you that day. Your sexuality. Because it only got worst. Even days that weren't after pride marches you came with signature cuts and bruises and tired eyes that slowly became sadder and sadder, losing hope with each time you had to get a bandage and the occasional stitches.

You and her drifted apart. More like you drifting away from her by your parents wishes. The constant taking and looking threw your phone made it hard to maintain any contact with anyone. Jiro debunked them as little close minded spies that she would yell at and hit the first chance she gets.

It was sad because whenever Jiro did talk to you, you were off, faded, even. Like you lost your right to have an opinion and if you spoke it, there were consequences. And if you did ever speak it, it was obvious that it wasn't yours. There wasn't that sparkle of passion in your eyes that Jiro came to love when you talked about anything that interests you.

The day when she wanted nothing more than to hug you and show her undying love and adoration for you it was the day she realized it was too late to get the truthful answer from you.

"I'm A-Uh... I am straight."

It was an obvious lie, the way is sounded coming out of your mouth is like you were trying to tell yourself that. She tried to get the answer that you wanted to say and that she selfishly wanted to hear.

"We're all alone now."

"I'm sorry."

They had taped over your mouth and scribble out your truth. Those little spies you had for parents.

Jiro knew she had to get you out of your parents lives. She had to give you your voice back. She couldn't just let what was being done happen. Hell, even if you were straight she would sleep better knowing that you were safe and not getting yelled at by your parents about your views.

But for now all that you can be to Jiro is her crush, and vice versa.

A/N: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 I hope you liked it. I feel like I could've written this better but I still like the story that is getting told here. One of my more important pieces.

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