It was never a no (kaminari x jirou story)

Chapter 3

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Days blended to weeks and the dance was only getting closer.
Dates were confirmed, outfits planned between couples and groups, and  Denki was still unsure, where or not it was a yes or not. 
He rests his head down on bed, whining turning his eyes to his outfit laid ironed over his speakers. It had to be perfect, something to match her completely. Something to light up her world.  He grabs his phone, nervously texting Kirishima for the fourth time in that day.

Rock bro      8:36pm
Kaminari, I'm sure she'd be happy to go with you. I'm still in the middle of trying to get Bakugo to come out and hang out with everyone.

You     8:37pm
Bakubro wouldn't go out anywhere happily unless it was midoriyas funeral
you sure about Jirou?

~Rock bro typing~

Denki placed down his phone, He had felt bad for continuing texting Kirishima. He believed he couldn't ask anyone else seriously, Midoriya stumbles over all his advice turning to a blushing mess, maybe even telling Mina about was his main mistake, wasn't expecting a serious- this is what ever girl wants- talk from 10pm to 1am last Wednesday. It did help, he had to say.
His phone dinged, and Denki leans over to read the text from his best friend.

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The night before he walks into the lounge room, tapping on Jirou's shoulder. "So the style I'm planning is a black dress shirt and jeans," He tries to normalise, trying to take his mind off how nervous he was.
Come on Denki bring out the cool guy are you are! He screams at himself.
"I just can't decide on which choker to fix the look." He places two of them in front of her smiling widely.
Jirou jumps, "Um..." She looks away, towards her friends she was mid conversation with. "You would be stupid to wear, that one," she points to one.
Denki gets drawn into her words, nodding and throwing the other one to the side. He puts the one left against his neck and smiles.
"Look better?" He asks her.
Jirou bites back her lip, trying to contain herself.  "Yeah it does, you dumbass." She replies to him. Denki lights up
"Thanks, punk queen." He winks. Jirou turns red and looks away playing with her ear jacks.
"We could meet up outside fifteen minutes before." She says quietly, turning around pointing her jack in Denki's face.
"Maybe 20 minutes?" He cracks a smile, moving back a little bit.
It was a yes!
"Outside the dorms?" He continues.
"You want to make an entrance?"
"Don't rock stars like that?" He regains himself. "Or punk queens?"
"Maybe..." She says in a quiet voice.

Yes.

Uraraka pokes her head and gave two happy thumbs up, Mina sat up grinning like an idiot and waving.
"See you tomorrow." He takes her hand and squeezes it running off like an idiot.
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Denki probably spend too much time in the bathroom. Kirishima was waiting for his hair to set and looks at the blond boy in a laugh with Sero,
"This a dance, not our 3rd ball." Sero whispers to him, also half judging Midoriya, who had managed to get a comb stuck in his hair. Kirishima moved to help the freckled boy. Denki ignores them, finishing slicking his hair back.
"It matters to make her happy." Denki declared, resulting in a laugh from Kirishima.
"Are you two getting married now?"
Denki turns red and waves the comp around blushing.

"You never got Kacchan to come?" Midoriya poised, as  Denki smiles at himself, fixing up his collar, waving by to his friend ignoring the conversation of their blond friend.

Day light reached over Japan's skies. Pastel yellow blending into a light blue, orange running through clouds into a shaded black, trees singing in his ears and he made his way to the girl in the purple dress. She looked uncomfortable, but eased into soft painted background. Her smile lights up seeing the boy, her shadow takes shape. She wore a short black and purple suspender dress, highlighted in yellow threads, with a soft white fluffed shirt. Long sleeves reaching down cuffed wrist. Denki grins at her.
"You look  really nice." Denki bows to her. Jirou blushes.
"It was an old dress, some gift or something." She mumbles playing with her jacks. Denki nodded and listens taking her hand.
He clears his throat, trying to remember the smooth talk he'd spend all night talking with Mina. "You being here is a gift itself." He smiles at Jirou, she freezes up and pulls away from him.
"Le..Let's just go..inside.." She stampers.