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supportive

tokyo, japan...

kirishima paced in his room, back and forth. his mind was clouded, thinking about his approach to coming out to his friends.

yes, he made his final decision. after all, he did say to shoji earlier that he would explain everything to everyone.

"okay.. it'll be fine, i think... um, yeah, it'll be fine," kirishima muttered, rambling to himself, "i should let bakubro and todobro know i'm doing this,"

kirishima walked out of his room, finding the other two boys sitting in the living room. they were occupied with their own things, so kirishima awkwardly walked past them. he ended up in the kitchen and just looked in the fridge, without the actual intention of taking anything. he was just wasting time, because he was still nervous. kirishima's thoughts were once again taking over his state of mind.

"my friends will understand, of course they will. and bakugou and todoroki will be supportive, they're my best bros! i need to tell midoriya too, so i guess i'll text him right after.. oh god, this is really nerve wracking.."

"oi, shitty-hair! if you're not gonna grab anything, close the fucking doors. you're letting the cold air out," bakugou shouted, his head facing him.

kirishima jumped, shutting the doors right away, "o-oh! shoot, sorry.."

todoroki caught onto his tiny stutter and also looked his way, "what's on your mind, kiri?"

kirishima hid his hands behind his back, "huh?"

"you're thinking of something. what is it?"

the redhead chewed on the bottom of his lip, holding a long period of silence, his eyes averted to the ground. todoroki continued to look at him, waiting patiently, while bakugou glared. though, kirishima knew bakugou didn't mean it in a rude way.

"spit it out, shitty-hair,"

kirishima looked up and apologized again, "sorry.. uh- it's just—"

he took a deep breath, keeping it steady and slow, "..i think i'm ready to let our friends know,"

bakugou's glare softened by the lightest bit. he grunted, cocking his head to the side, "then go for it, what the fuck?"

"i'm glad you think that," todoroki hummed, "i bet they'll all be extremely supportive,"

kirishima rubbed the nape of his neck, "i feel like they'll be too. i'm just a little nervous still, ya know..?"

the bi-coloured hair boy nodded, "nothing's forcing you to do it right now this instant. we can wait a little until you feel completely good about it,"

"if one of them decides to be a fucking dick, i'm going to punch them on site," bakugou deadpanned, absolutely serious.

kirishima laughed, a wide smile showing. todoroki swore he saw bakugou's face then pink, but he couldn't tell. the youngest smiled along, joining the happy vibe.

"thanks bakubro, but i'm sure you won't need to do that,"

"unless they're your fucking bitchass parents,"

"oh yeah, he's got a point, kirishima,"
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messages

izuku midoriya

kirishima:
hi midobrooooo!!!!!

midoriya:
KIRI ARE YOU DOING ALRIGHT??? ARE YOU PARENTS GONE? PLS TELL ME THEY ARE

kirishima:
yes i'm doing a lot better. i kinda maybe yelled at them in the middle of the park bc they tried to make me come back home, prolly cuz i be making $$$. it was total bs, they thought i wasn't gay anymore and wanted me back