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Unexpected Encounter p.3

I don't own the art above, credits to the artist as usual.

This oneshot was a request from Deppresso_Exppresso so thx for requesting OvO

-kiribaku
-more fluff than smut
-what other warnings would I put on here?
-???

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou was so tired. It had been such a long day for him. It felt especially long since his legs were about to give way. He swore it, he could barely walk he was so tired.

Fucking Kirishima.

He hated him. He hated him so goddamned much, more than life itself! Or at least that's what he told himself just to keep the order of things and to sleep at night.

Today was actually a dream come true to him and he really did like Kirishima. Maybe it was just a dumb little schoolgirl crush but he truly did feel something towards the stupid red head.

And right now his mind was all over the place, he was a mess. How exactly did Kirishima feel about him? All they did was have screw around ...in the bathroom of a maid cafe...?

Bakugou absolutely could not take a hint. Kirishima had definitely been hitting on him earlier. Bakugou laid on the couch, his mind was an absolute mess, that's for sure.

Ugh! Everything felt so confusing! Bakugou looked up at the roof with his hands behind his head.

"What do I do?" He sighs. After a moment of just lying down with his thoughts he got up to wash his uniform.

'I'm overthinking things.'

He puts the dress in the wash and brings the stalkings to the bathroom to hand-wash in the sink. His hands are shaky and unsteady while the holds the stalkings under the water with little force.

His mind was somewhere else.

He's barely able to focus on the task at hand. He wouldn't ever admit it but his heart was still racing at an unhealthy speed and he really ached to see Kirishima again.

He grabs a rag and scrubs the stalkings aggressively, so aggressively in fact that it kinda defeats the purpose of hand washing them.

He mumbles to himself angrily in doubt of his feelings well- more like in spite of them because somewhere deep within his conscious he knew he had feelings for the red haired boy but his pride would never let him admit it.

Well— he figured that maybe he'd come to terms with his feelings but only if the time presented itself. He wasn't really all for the idea though. Bakugou pulled the stalkings out of the sink and hung them up sourly.

He was totally smitten for Kirishima, he just wouldn't admit to it.

And then his phone went off. Speak of the devil.

The stupid red-head had texted him.

                             Today 9:oopm
<hey Bakugou, there's something that I'd like to tell you.
Read 9:02pm

<I'm serious this time, please talk to me at school tomorrow
Read 9:02pm

Okay.>
Read 9:03

Bakugou's heart was racing at an inhuman pace. What exactly did Kirishima want to talk about? Was it about his job? Was it about their friendship?

Or maybe...no! He couldn't think that way, couldn't get his hopes up only to be shot down. Bakugou's stomach was churning with anxiety.

There were only two outcomes for tomorrow, either he would be left disappointed or satisfied.

He went up to his room and flopped up the ceiling. He looked up at the glowy stars on his roof soberly and smiled.

"I'll just have to do my best tomorrow, no mater what the outcome may be."

————————-time skip————————

When Bakugou arrived at the school the next day he was unsettled because despite his best efforts, he'd gotten his hopes up. He was giddy but at the same time he was nauseous with anxiety.

He didn't know what was going to happen and part of him really didn't want to know but the possibility of Kirishima admitting his feelings to him was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.

He clutched his backpack straps so hard that an indent of his palms began to appear. He was a giddy and nervous wreck. When Kirishima waved him over a strange euphoric feeling struck him.

All of the nervousness that he'd previously had seemed to melt away. Like, love or whatever Bakugou felt about Kirishima at the time sure was an odd feeling.

Bakugou took a moment to cool down before he ran over to Kirishima. There was an awkward silence between the two while they walked until Bakugou broke the ice.

"Listen if this is about my job I've already heard it before I kn-" Kirishima cut him off.

"It's not about your job, it's something different." Is all he says before bringing the blond to a secluded area behind the large gym.

Bakugou was a little bit confused, had Kirishima brought him here to tell him off? To fight maybe? He hoped not because he really didn't have it in him to fight——not today at least.

Bakugou was getting too nervous for his own good and by the looks of it Kirishima was a little bit shaken up as well.

"Okay I don't know of any way to tell you this that's not blunt or direct so here I go I guess, ha..." he chuckled and looked Bakugou in the eyes. The cocky boy who Kirishima once was seemed to be gone, he was nervous and a little bit scared.

Kirishima took a deep breath.

"I like you, Bakugou." The blond's eyes widened in realization. What exactly did he mean by that?

"Yeah I think that's natural I mean aren't we kinda friends? You know about my job and all so-" Kirishima cut him off again.

"No I mean it romantically." Bakugou smiles.

"It may seem unbelievable but- I think that I like you back...romantically." The two of them began laughing.

"Well that settles that I guess." The two of them hugged.

"Oh and since we've confessed I guess now's a good time to tell you..." Kirishima trailed off. Bakugou began to worry.

"What is it?" He asked.

Kirishima sneered.

"You looked damn good in that maid dress."

Bakugou sighed.

"Of all the people in the world, why the hell did I end up with you." He facepalmed.

The two of them began walking to class.

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Deppresso_Exppresso  Sorry that took so long to make, I was babysitting again, anyways I hope u liked it!

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