e m o t i o n s

3

'So. No romantic feelings for Bakugo. Not suprising, actually. Maybe I'll actually-'

"Oof!" Kirishima said, steadying himself on his feet.

"Watch where your walking, shitty hair." A deep voice mumbled. Oh. Bakugo.

Bakugo started walking away, hands shoved deep in his black pant pockets. Kirishima spun around. "Hey- wait!"

Bakugo stopped walking. "Huh?" The red head ran to his friend, smiling. "I-I wanna talk to you after dinner, okay?"

"The hell for?" Bakugo asked.

"It's a bit much to explain right now, later, kay?"

With the roll of his red eyes, Bakugo struggled over to the kitchen with anxiety on his mind.

After dinner, Kirishima caught himself up with Bakugo. "Hey man. Uh..so.."

Bakugo growled. "Spit it out already, geez!!" Kirishima flinched, raising his hands in defense. "It-it's a serious question, man! Give me a second."

In the elevator, Kirishima quivered. "I-I.." Bakugo groaned. "Listen I dont know what you're thinking, but you're obviously nervous. It's getting on my nerves and I don't have the ti-"

"I think youre really manly and I think I like you!" Kirishima shouted, his eyes closed tightly, rough hands curled into fist.

Bakugo didn't say anything. He couldn't. "Huh?"

"Don't make me say it again! Please!"

"I didn't even hear you, Shitty Hair!"

"I said I think I like you!..?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes for the hundredth time today. "Whatever."

The blonde walked out of the elevator with no other comment.

But the blush on his face and soft expression told Kirishima a lot. Not a specific answer, but the important stuff.