Fell Again

Chapter #18

*Third Person Pov*
Their operation was an important one. Operation:Kirideku ,is what they called it. Mina,Uraraka,Kaminari, and Todoroki could see that the boys had feeling for each other,but didn't know how to express them. So they made a plan, and they be damned if it doesn't succeed. Of course they saw how they acted before Midoriya was captured. They like each other,so they will help them get together. "Oh Aizawa is going to be here in 5 minutes,"and at this Mina smirked. "Well kirishima is tied with Sero's tape and youre going to have to take care of him Midoriya and I'm tired so bye!" She said while grabbing Uraraka and dragging her upstairs. The other two just left,leaving the green haired boy looking at a taped Kirishima. "Sorry Kiri,but I'm going to carry you before Aizawa has our heads," he said as he got him in his arms and flew into his room. "Woah what happened to this room," he said as he saw the new decorated room. "It was too bright and I took the bright things off," he said while shrugging and looking for some scissors . He quickly found some and tried to cut the tape. He got annoyed that it wasn't working and decided to use his feathers. "Stay still," he told Kirishima as he smirked. Kirishima gulped when he saw a feather sword appear in the green haired boy's hand.  He closed his eyes and prayed to the manly god to let him live  another manly day. When he opened them he could finally move. "Thanks Midoriya," he said while looking at him smiling. He could see that the green haired boy was blushing, but shrugged it off. "Well,I'm going to go to my room, talk to you tomorrow Midobro," he said as he was leaving but a hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked back and saw Midoriya looking defeated. "Umm do you think you could stay for a little bit,well until I fall asleep. I have trouble falling asleep and it helps if someone is there," he said while fiddling with his wings. Kirishima smiled at him softly and agreed. "I'm going to go shower and I'll come back,I promise," he said while walking out of the room. He quickly ran to his room, showered, and was about to spike up his hair until he remembered,'I think it looks cute down,' at this he blushed at the memory and kept it down. He got a gray hoodie and some sweats and made his way to Midoriya's room. When he got into the room, he could see him wearing his hoodie. "Hey is that my hoodie from last time?" He said while lightly blushing . "No its mine," Midoriya said while looking at something in the closet. He took out Monopoly and set it up. "Wanna play?" Midoriya asked and at this Kirishima smirked. Meanwhile a yellow haired boy with a black lighting streak in his hair was going into Kirishima's room. When he opened it he didn't see the red hair and smiled. He quickly went back to his room and took out his phone. 'Guys,step one of the plan is complete. Kirishima isn't in his room . I bet he's with Midoriya. And when three other people received this message well one was asleep but the two girls were smiling. Time to commence Step 2. The boys were currently arguing. "You owe me money. You landed on my property," said Kirishima as he held his hand out. "I don't owe money to a criminal," remarked Midoriya as he pointed to the jail cell that was holding Kirishima. "Well I i," and he didn't get to finish as he saw Midoriya yawn. "Mm, what time is it?" He asked as he put the game away. "It's about to be 12,we should go to sleep," said Kirishima as he saw Midoriya crawling into his bed. He went under the covers and patted a spot next to him. Kirishima blushed at this but quickly got in and scooped the smaller boy in his arms. Even though they had only slept in a bed ,with him,maybe two times , it didn't mean that he missed the feeling of comfort he got from it. His chest was filling with a happy feeling and his heart swelled at the feeling. He put his chin on top of the green haired as Midoriya snuggled into his chest. And for the first time in a few weeks,Kirishima felt happy and fell asleep.
Sorry this chapter is short I am having a tiny writer's block.