Wtf- A Kiribaku story

The Letter

Pinky = Mina

(Bakugo's POV)

Okay, okay.

This is the day.

I clutch the slightly crumpled but otherwise neat typed paper in my hand. After about a week of mental agony and self targeted bullying, I had finally buckled down and done it. The "it", was a letter written to Kirishima. I never let it slip from my mouth, but I thought of him as my best friend...

Maybe more.

This letter was my first step towards trying to move to the next level with him. At first, I had tried to ignore my feelings, but I know better than anyone that bottling up your emotions is a horrible idea. I was- am still scared about what a relationship would mean for my future, but I ain't no pussy. I can take whatever shit life wants to throw at me. And if people judge, they can fuck themselves. Because fuck people.

Especially Kirishima.

I blush at the thought, then shake my head. That is wayyyy too wishful. First, I have to give him the letter. I look down and re read it for the thousandth time.

"Kirishima,

I like you. A lot. That's it.

- Bakugo"

I obviously put a lot of time into it. Seriously! I'm just not very good with words, but I hope it gets the point across. My stomach fills with butterflies again. Am I really going to do this? 

Fuck yeah.

The butterflies go away as I am filled with a new determination. With my head held high, I peek out of my room. No one is there. Good. It is almost 9 P.M, and most everyone is doing homework or tutoring or something. I get in the elevator to the common area, where the mail slots are all kept. I guess it was easier to sort mail if it was all in the same place. I keep the letter in my pocket, ready to access at the right moment. I try to act nonchalant when I exit the elevator, but to my relief, I'm the only one there. I head to the mail slots and search for Kirishima's name. 

There it is. Eijiro Kirishima.

I once again look around, making sure that there is no one to watch me. As soon as I'm satisfied, I pull out the letter.

"Whatcha got there Bakugo?"

"SHIT!" I whisper yell as I stumble backwards and fall. I catch the sight of pink hair on the way down. Goddamn it Pinky. 

She giggles. "Omg, what were you doing!? You came in here acting all secretive and now you're blushing like crazy!"

On instinct, my hands go to my cheeks. What the fuck? I'm Bakugo, I dont blush! But alas, the heat under my hands tells me otherwise.

My eyes widen. Oh no, my hands! I'm still holding the letter! I quickly pull my hands back and try to conceal my now slightly more wrinkled confession to Kirishima.

"Yoo-hoo! Bakugo? You still haven't responded to me. And by the way, I already saw the little slip of paper. It must be pretty important if you don't want me to see it, right?" She tilts her head at me and gives a smile as I stand up.

"It's none of your fucking business. It's just a shitty letter that All Might made me write for Deku as an apology for calling him a shitty sack of weak bones." I quickly spew out the excuse that I had come up with beforehand.

"I know you're lying." She holds up two fingers. "First off, we all know you would never actually write a letter to Deku under any circumstances. Second of all, you wouldn't have had to do that in secret." She grins mischievously and holds out a hand. "Now, let me see what this is actually about."

"Fuck off! I would never let you read it!" I let out a few explosions to get the point across.

"Oh yeah? If it's really that serious, then what am I left to believe? You may be doing something illegal, or better yet-" She crosses her arms and looks at me knowingly. "you're confessing your true feelings to someone."

I can't stop the heat from rising to my face. "Pfft, me? Confessing to someone? You're hilarious. Now leave me alone before I blast you to the moon."

Pinky squeals. "OMG! You totally are confessing to someone! Who is it? Ochako? Momo?" She pauses. "Wait, it isn't me right?"

"NO! Shut up!" I turn around and try to leave this bullshit but she grabs my arm.

"If it's not us, is it Jiro? But that doesn't make sense, you don't really talk to her. The only person you talk to is Kirishima-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" I turn around and put my hand over her mouth, looking around to make sure no one is listening. No one is there, thank god. I remove my hand. "It's Kirishima. Now keep your voice down."

Pinky's face lights up. "Really!? Let me read the letter! I can give you expert advice!" She reaches out and tries to grab it. I hold it high above my head.

"I haven't seen you confessing to anyone lately, so are you actually an expert?"

She gives me a puppy dog look. "Please? I really want to help, and I have seen tons of movies!"

I sigh, determining that it's too late to turn back now. After all, I could probably use the help.

The second I nod, she grabs the letter and reads it over. Which takes about five seconds.

"You barley wrote anything!"

"I've never done this, okay!" I cover my face with my hands. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder, which I quickly brush off. "You really like him, don't you?" Her voice softens.

I nod slowly. 

"Well in that case, I have the perfect advice!" I peek out from between my fingers. "You need to remove your name!"

"Why the FUCK would I do  that?"

"Hear me out. If he responds to the letter well, you can move to the next step! If not, he'll never know it was you, so there's no harm done!" She gives a thumbs up.

I consider. She has a point, though I don't want to admit it. "Fine, we'll do your shitty idea, even though it is shit."

"Thanks!" She uses her acid to burn out where I had carefully printed my name and hands the letter back to me. "Here ya go!"

I take the letter and before I can change my mind I shove it into Kirishima's mail slot. "Now listen, Pinky. You are not to speak of this to anyone, understood?"

"You got it! Now we just wait for his reaction!"

I take a deep breath. Now we wait.