Finally Found: A Kamijiro Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty: Denial

Neither Jirou or Kaminari wanted to travel downstairs, knowing that everyone would probably be on their case about that stupid dance last night. Jirou had left well before the entire class was up, and was outside jogging with Momo. But the pangs of hunger eventually brought Kaminari downstairs after a good hour. He rubbed out his hair, wandering into the kitchen to find two others others chatting and eating some eggs with rice.

"Hey Kaminari! I didn't know you'd be at the dance with Jirou last night," Sero's words pierced his ears from the counter he stood at.

"He went with Jirou? I don't know if I saw him last night," Kirishima scratched his head, turning back to find Kaminari glaring at Sero.

"I hate you," Kaminari spoke with crisp diction.

"Nah, you love me," Sero waved his hand lightly.

"Huh, I don't get what's happening," Kirishima looked around wildly confused before Sero shook his head slowly.

Kirishima was one of those people who usually never caught on to anything until it happened.

Kaminari huffed an annoyed sigh, turning back toward the cabinets to pull out a plate before being met face to face with another blond.

"Bonjour," someone abruptly greeted, causing Kaminari to flinch. Aoyama stood next to him with an innocent smile. It somewhat unsettled Kaminari.

"Um, hey there Aoyama," Aoyama stepped aside to allow him to grab a plate, staring intently as he did so. "Um. . .did you. . .need something?" Kaminari asked, uncomfortable.

"Oui," he said simply, looking at the cabinet.

"Oh, alright," Kaminari grabbed a plate for him as well and handed it over. The staring didn't stop. "Uh. . .do you need something else. . ?"

"Non, merci," Aoyama said with his usual quirky French accent.

Kaminari slowly nodded, turning away to grab rice from the rice cooker, hearing his footsteps right behind him. He opened the lid as steam floated into the air, Aoyama's eyes still stayed glued on him.

"Do you want some rice too. . ?" Kaminari suddenly brought up as Aoyama nodded, leaning his plate forward. Bringing rice to both of their plates, Kaminari replaced the lid to the cooker and glanced back at the boy staring at him. "Is...is that all?" He said, clearly disturbed.

Was it just him or was Aoyama's smile bigger than before?

"Oui~" Aoyama dragged out that word longer than it should've been dragged out.

"Uh, alright. . ." Kaminari smiled nervously, swiveling on his heels to sit at the table, hearing a chair shift as Aoyama sat directly across him.

Kirishima and Sero had already left, which left those two at the table alone. They ate in awkward silence, Aoyama never removing his mischievous stare. Kaminari felt like gouging down his food so he could leave the table as soon as possible, but he also thought that'd be too suspicious and also be the likely cause of his death; choking.

Kaminari coughed anxiously at the silence filling the space between them.

Why Aoyama was staring, he had no clue, but he sort of wished it stayed silent rather than what escaped his mouth next.

"Madame Jirou?" Aoyama tilted his head forward when Kaminari nearly choked from just hearing him speak.

"Um, w-what about her?" Kaminari spoke after his coughing fit, hoping she wasn't back from her jog yet and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

"The dance, no?" Kaminari realized Aoyama had barely eaten his food.

"Well yeah. . .we went together. Is that what you're wondering?" Kaminari suddenly didn't feel like eating the rest of his breakfast.