bookworm; momojiro

seven

yaomomo is typing...

yaomomo: i should be the one thanking u for a wonderful day !! 

yaomomo: ur such a sweetheart :''>

edgyjiroo: ^o^ !!

yaomomo: also i was wondering if we should exchange numbers to ever call, you know ?

edgyjiroo: ooo i agree !! 

yaomomo: cool! my number is x-xxx-xxx-xxxx

edgyjiroo: x-xxx-xxx-xxxx is mine 

jiro copied the message and pasted it into her messages app. she then texted the number. 

jiro🎼: this is jiro! 

x-xxx-xxx-xxxx: this is momo! :)

jiro went to change momo's name, deciding through various options. 

momo💕

"ah, too straightforward," jiro thought to herself. she was laid on her bed on her side. it was about to be midnight. the only source of light in jiro's room was her phone screen. 

momo🥰

"way too straightforward,"

momo🏹

"good enough," 

jiro🎼: it was kinda relieving to just see you outside of the library

jiro🎼: is that weird?? 

momo🏹: no, i feel the same! 

momo🏹: it was a v pleasant day, thank u again !!

jiro🎼: ah ur such a kind soul  (/ε＼*)

momo🏹: ur such a cute person o.O 

jiro🎼: ur more of a cute person >:O

momo🏹: definitely you !

jiro🎼: no way!

momo🏹: yes way!

momo🏹:  would u like to meet my friends next week? 

momo🏹: ur more than welcome to invite your friends! 

jiro🎼: that would be great !! 

momo🏹: next tuesday?

jiro🎼: sounds great to me 

momo🏹 see u !!

jiro🎼: !!

📖

"bakugo, please, for me," jiro was laid down on the couch on her back, her legs dangled off the arm of the couch. bakugo was at the end of the couch, his arms crossed. 

"no way," he responded. she flipped onto her stomach, looking at bakugo.

"bakugo, all our friends can meet up and we can have fun together, please," 

"i'm not going to see that damn nerd and his boyfriend, okay?" 

"katsuki," kirishima started.

"don't 'katsuki' me, eijiro," bakugo warned, turning and looking at kirishima who was sat next to him. 

"this is all on you, jiro," kirishima said, putting his hands up defensively. he walked up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"i'll get you something, i'll do literally anything for you to come," jiro pleaded. 

"anything?" jiro nodded at bakugo's question. "okay, i get to blast sparky's face off." 

"what? why me?!" kaminari questioned, standing up straight from leaning against the wall.

"will it kill him or injure him fatally?" jiro asked.

"no," bakugo responded.

"am i not here?!" kaminari exclaimed.

"alright, you got yourself a deal," jiro told bakugo. kaminari envisioned jiro handing bakugo a stack of money and then shaking hands.

"jiro, you just sold my face to bakugo!" 

"calm down, you won't die or end up in the hospital," jiro shrugged at kaminari who seemed to be sweating bullets.

"when can i blast his face?" bakugo asked. kaminari could see bakugo as some smug guy in the mafia, he could see him counting the money that jiro had just given him. 

"next tuesday after we all hang out," jiro responded.

"this is assault and some kind of trafficking, i swear!" kaminari shouted. "sero, you think this is crazy, right?" kaminari looked back at sero. 

"i kinda wanna see it, he's been saying he's gonna blast one of our faces since we met him," sero responded with a shrug from the kitchen, looking through the fridge.

"jiro, you cannot be this desperate for a girl," kaminari asked, looking back at jiro with a pleading look on his face.

"this isn't mafia or something, denki," jiro told him. "you'll be perfectly fine, i'll even hold your hand and then you'll get your lollipop." jiro joked. 

"this is illegal and you'll be the ones paying my rent for the next three years," 

"are you implying that you're suing us?" 

"yes, i am," 

"but i'm your best friend," 

"yeah, but like, this is illegal, jiro,"

"i'm not paying him,"

"but it's a trade!" 

"a soul for a soul," kirishima jokingly said with a deep voice, he was stood next to kaminari while drinking his water.

"kirishima, i know you can't allow this to happen," kaminari said.

"i can't change his mind, it's too late now. watch," kirishima muttered, putting his cup down on the coffee table. he cleared his throat and looked over at bakugo. "katsuki," he started. 

"eijiro," bakugo responded, looking kirishima in the eyes as if he was challenging him.

"you see?" kirishima told kaminari. 

"i'm not doing this, i'm taking a nap," kaminari said while going to jiro's room.