It was never a no (kaminari x jirou story)

Chapter 2

He looks up at her, like a child asking for McDonalds. Staring at her, he wondered if his thoughts of her were just a crush.
He'd over used his quirk and was going crazy again.

Denki takes in a deep breathe, this feeling was nothing like ever.  A warmth, he did. He did actually like her, more than her body. It was her soul that wrapped itself around his heart.
Everything about her was off his style, punk, looking badass. If you don't like me, you leave. I'm not changing for you. Although, everything about her made him fall in love.

When she taught him to play guitar everything felt peaceful. The world disappeared till it became two people.  As if the whole universe was wrapped around them. Nothing else matters.
"Will you?" He asked again, pressing the matter, anxious for an answer. Jirou blinks down, maybe he was seeing something but her cheeks turn red.
"I'll see." She replies taking his hand and squeezing them leaving.
Denki's heart pounded, was that a yes? Was that a no? He jumps, sweat tingling on his neck. A shutter sending through his body, heart racing. What was her answer?
He looks down at his shaking hands. He brought up, seeing if they smelt like her, holding them close. He bit his thumb nails. Why was he so nervous about a girl and an answer.
He just wanted to dance with Jirou Kyoka, couldn't she just a simple answer?

Yaomomo finished making her tea holding a gaze the boy, before silently leaving.
He turns his neck to see the rest of the 2b girls in a corner. Was she going to laugh about it? Make fun of him to his classmates? Become the try hard joke of UA. A question couldn't ruin his reputation like this, but maybe it could.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice whispers, Denki looks around, then down to see the small boy, Midoriya Izuku gathering plates and some drinks.
"Huh? Yeah." He smile brightly. "I'm great man!" He relaxes into his old nature. Letting his anxiety ease into it. Midoriya blinks slowly at him, not believing it, but holding back his tongue of question.
"You excited to go the dance with Uraraka huh?" Denki opens the tap to get some water.
Midoriya turns red.
"Mostly nervous." He admits. Denki tilts his head.
"Why?"
"Well, I just want everything to be perfect for her," He explains. "I know she wouldn't mind if I made a few mistakes, but it'll kill me for a long time if I did make a mistake,"
Denki prompted a slow nod, listening to the boy, hoping he'd continue, maybe slip some advice.

~Please Midoriya you're my only hope~

"Sorry that sounds really selfish!" Izuku stutters quickly correcting himself, shuttering his body
Denki grabbing the glass plates from the boy worried he'd drop them.
"It sounds really caring." Denki beams at him. Midoriya repositioned himself and takes back the plates.
Midoriya looks up happily.
"I just want her to be happy," He says shortly. As he said those words Denki founds himself looking at Jirou again, he did. He knew he would do anything to make her happy.  He looks back to his friend, to find the short boy with curly hair had gone.

How could he make her happy? He finishes the glass walking back to his room. At this point reason sunk in, he concluded, if Jirou didn't want to she'd tell him. That's right, that was who she was. It was a yes or no.

~it was a yes or no~

Was maybe a yes?

"You want me to crawl around and get pictures from under?" Someone asked, Denki yelps and jumps. He looks down to see Mineta looking at him raised eyebrow.
"The girls at the dance? Get some photos." He repeats.
Denki shakes his head, Mineta these days was getting too gross, he liked looking at girls, but these were his class mates, his friends. Staring at photos of them was like looking at his sister.
Plus if Jirou caught him with a picture of her. He'd loose all chances of a dance or further with her.
"Maybe you should be just expelled." He tells Mineta, leading to his room to make a plan to make the night perfect. For the first time he didn't care about bodies, it was her.

"She didn't say no, if Jirou didn't want to go out." He mumbles. "It must be a yes, it has to be." walking into his room. Denki opens his cupboard and starts to lay down all his nicer clothes, biting his thumb looking between them what was dance worthy?