Wtf- A Kiribaku story

That's good, right?

Pinky = Mina

Shitty hair = Kirishima

Pikachu = Kaminari

Earphones = Jiro

Tape Face = Sero

I suck in a breath as I head to the lunch table. I haven't really got the chance to speak to Kiri all day, and this would probably be when he'd tell us about the letter. I'm nervous for his reaction; I barley got any sleep last night and it probably shows. I groan as I see Pikachu and Earphones feeding each other, but the smile Kirishima gives me makes up for the cringe across from him. Pinky waves me over and I sit between her and Kirishima.

"Present Mic's English lesson has got me beat!" Tape Face whines as he shoves a forkful of mush into his face. How he stomachs that stuff, I have no idea.

"You're just being lazy. It made perfect sense to me," Earphones mutters quietly.

"Hey! I heard that!" 

"Ladies ladies, lets calm down a bit! We all know I am a star at English." Pikachu guestures with his hands for effect.

"Shut up! You suck at English!" Earphones playfully smacks Pikachu on the arm, which causes him to choke on his cafeteria issued milk.

"That may be true, but I am the worlds best boyfriend," he says smugly after recovering.

Earphones huffs. "Yeah, whatever. I can't argue with that."

Kirishima speaks up. "Speaking of boyfriends, guess what I got in the mail today?" He holds up the note for our table to see and then we pass it around. I try my best to look natural when it gets to me.

Pikachu snorts. "Please, who'd want to date you? You get hard all the time-"

"KAMIMARI! For the last time, that joke isn't funny anymore!" Kirishima says in exasperation. "I'm being serious! But I can't believe that someone wrote me a genuine confession." He looks closely at it. "I wonder who it's from?"

"Do you really want to know?" I ask, hoping for information on whether I should make another move or not.

He puts a finger on his chin, thinking. "That's a good question. I guess, yeah? I don't know, it's hard to imagine anyone liking me like that."

"That's what I said," Earphones laughs. "But then this dork came along-"

"Hey!" Pikachu tickles Earphones and she swats at him, smiling all the same.

"Aww! You two are so cute!" Pinky squeals. 

Even though I may be annoyed by the couple, I'm also jealous. Would Kirishima do that with me? What if he isn't even into guys? What if he gets totally disgusted? I start to freak out a little bit on the inside when I feel a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Bakubro, you alright?"

"I'M DANDY!" I yell.

He gives me one of those huge cheesy smiles that makes my heart melt. "Just checking in! You've been really quiet."

I can't help but to feel bad for yelling, but honestly I don't think Kirishima cares. That's just the way he is, he accepts people for who they are and always brightens up the room when he enters. He's perfect. And way out of my league. Why did I give him the letter again? Oh fuck. 

I abruptly stand up. "Library," I say before anyone can ask. 

"Me too!" I hear Pinky behind me.

"Uh, alright! See you guys in class!" Kirishima waves. I muster a goodbye before rushing out to the hallway and putting my face in my hands. Ugh, I'm so stupid! Now he's going to think something's wrong and it'll be super obvious! Fuck!

I hear footsteps. Goddamnit he followed me. I'm about to tell him to fuck off when I realize it's actually Pinky instead. 

"Bakugo? What happened? He seemed interested, that's good, right?" Pinky comes over and waves her hands in front of my face.

"He's too... him. He doesn't need me. He doesn't deserve me, I'm just some rude kid who has no fucking idea what it means to care for someone." I look down at the floor, ashamed. I'm starting to sound like fucking Tape Face!

She laughs as if I'm stupid, which I'm not. "Bakugo! If you care about what he thinks, then obviously you care for him. Just try something else for today. If you don't want to confess right away, that's fine! Just wait until you're ready." 

I groan internally and externally. "That's the thing! I want to tell him so badly it hurts, but I chicken out. Every time." I clutch my fists. "Maybe I should just do it now."

She shakes her head so hard I almost feel dizzy. "No, honestly, with the state you're in, it might be a bad idea at this moment. Wait until you're calm and collected."

I scoff. "Have you even met me?"

"Well, you're right. Just.. take another piece of advice from the love expert! Try something else tonight and see if he is really interested."

"But what if he's not? What do I do then? What should I even do today? Does he even like dudes like that?" I gaze at Pinky hoping for an answer.

She shrugs, which is no help. "That's a good question. Maybe today's attempt should prod at that. See if we can get an answer out of him!"

I lean against the closest wall. "I'd feel bad though, I don't really think it's my business."

"Well, do you want to know or not?" Pinky gives me a look.

I roll my eyes. "Fine. You're right. Again. But what should I do?"

"Maybe some chocolates and a note? His favorite is dark chocolate by the way."

"You act as if I don't already know that!" I gaze down at the floor. "It'll work. That's better than any of my own ideas anyway."

She grins. "Oooh! I have some pride stickers left over from a parade! Maybe decorate the box with those?"

"That's so stupid!" I groan. "And obvious!"

"That's the point! So you don't want them?"

"OF COURSE I DO, BITCH!"

She chuckles. "I'll get them for you tonight then. Feel free to go overboard with the decorating!"

As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm grateful for Pinky's help. She knows way more about this kind of stuff than I do. Anyway, I guess I have some chocolates to buy.