How to Say I Love You !SHORT Momojirou story!

Could it be...?

"Ugh! Come on Jiro you never go with us anymore! And that "I'm sorry I feel sick" excuse isn't going to work again!" Mina shouted while banging on her purple-haired friend's door to her dorm. Jiro had locked the door and hid among the heavy blankets and pillows on her bed. She did feel somewhat guilty that she hasn't been going out with her friends for almost a month now. But every time she would, something weird would occur. Her heart would go crazy and her hands would be sweaty. Her ear jacks would turn and curve at weird angles but not at her will. She wasn't Kyoka Jiro, she was different. "Well guess what! I'm not sick I'm... tired! You know we just had a test today. I don't think I did so well. And I just wanna sleep. I'll go next time I promise!" Jiro shouted back hoping Mina would take the bait and leave her alone. Everything went quiet which left Jiro confused. I think she left. She gets up and approached the door cautiously since Mina wasn't exactly the predictable type. There were various kinds of situations that can happen if Jiro decided to open that door. One of them could result in her going out with them by force. She wasn't having that, absolutely not. 

Jiro flinched when she heard a paper crumbling and moving on the other side of the door. She looked down just in time to see a piece of paper with lines on it folded in half slide through the small space underneath her door. Completely curious and suspicious, Kyoka got on one knee and grabbed it. She unfolded it to read the contents inside. In huge black bold words, it said "Promise?" She smiled. "Yes Ashido, I promise. this time." And with that, she heard footsteps walking away from her door sending Jiro into a more relaxed state. She considered Mina a good friend of hers, but she can be scary sometimes despite how cutesy and innocent she looked. "Great, I just made a promise that I gotta make sure I can keep. But I still don't know what's wrong with me. Why do I feel.. full when I'm with the girls? A good yet overwhelming feeling at the same time. I don't understand. Is it the music that we hear every time in the ice cream shop? Or the giggles we all make when we share something funny? Or is it... one of the girls themselves?" The girl broke into a laugh. "That's funny. I never had a crush before. And I'm talking to myself." Kyoka got up and sat back down on her bed to ponder on her thoughts. She wasn't actually sick, at least she didn't feel anything wrong with her. She wasn't really stressed about anything as music would take all of that away for her. She couldn't help but start to believe that a certain someone indeed was making her feel this way. Could it be some sort of love cupid quirk? Or was her nerves getting antsy and preying on her anxiety? This could be a full-blown investigation to find the culprit. But even if she did, there would be no leads. But of course, Kaminari wasn't making her feel this way. He was more of... a goofy guy that she could snark on. 

She was brought back to reality with a loud beep and vibrating noise in her pocket. She took her phone out and saw someone had texted her. "I swear if that little grape prune texts me again on another unknown number I'm gonna-" She paused midway in her sentence to see it was just a text from her friend Yaoyorozu. But she didn't expect that same feeling she would get every time she went out with her friends to hit her again. Her hands felt wet and slippery, struggling to grip her phone. Her ear jacks disobeying her and moving uncontrollably in the air to match her current feelings. But not only that, but a pink blush also appeared on her cheeks. "Ah!" She dropped her phone on the bed and got up and started pacing around her room. "I-It can't be it! Certainly not! Why is this happening?" She halted when her phone beeped again. Another text message from Momo. "Errr..." The anxious teenager sat back down on her bed and checked what Yaoyorozu had sent her. 

Momo: "Hello, Jiro. Ashido told me you couldn't make it again this time. We're all starting to think there's more to it than you just claiming to be sick. Is everything okay?"

Jiro shook her right wrist in an attempt to cool down what was going on with her body. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. It was unbearable. But she couldn't deny that the way her heart pounded gave her some sense of being at peace. She only felt anxious because she was making herself this way. In reality, her body should be at peace and tranquility. "Just get on with it Kyoka. I don't see why a message from h-her could... I-I mean Yaoyorozu would be such a big deal." Her hands shook vigorously as she typed back.

Jiro: "I'm fine. This time I'm not sick. I'm really tired. I'm gonna head to bed now. Thank you for checking in on me, Yaomomo." 

Momo took no time to respond back to Kyoka. 

Momo: "Okay. If you need assistance, give any one of us a call. Have a good night." 

Kyoka felt her inner girly side take over. A squeal emitted from her throat without hesitation. "Oh, she texted back! S-She does care about me- why am I so excited about this?" A huge weight lifted off of her when she stopped thinking about how worrisome she was. That's when she knew, the explanation was in front of her the whole time. Did it really have to take Sherlock Holmes to find out what was going on with Kyoka? Nope, not at all. Even a seven-year-old could crack this case. Jiro took a huge deep breath, letting air go through her body and out with carbon dioxide. Her body had the aftermath of shaking after texting her friend. "C-could it be that... I, Kyoka Jiro-" She tensed up with a huge red blush spreading across her smooth pale cheeks.  

"Have a crush on Momo Yaoyorozu?"