Lying Lovers (kamixbaku)

Realisation

Denki's PoV

Well my feelings for him are so different than they were for Todoroki. Those gorgeous ruby red eyes do always captivate me. They're like orbs of blood. Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in them, but I never want to leave them. I've never wanted to die, but if it was by his hands, I wouldn't be too mad. Just the thought of his hands around my neck, choking me and blocking my airways, making me struggle to breath.

Those giant callus hands of his could easily kill me. I wonder how those explosions would feel right on my skin if they were on a lower scale, that wouldn't completely kill me, but still threatened my existence. My eyes rolling back as he pounded into me, raw with no prep work, bleeding uncontrollably. My breathe quickened at the thought of it.

My fantasies were soon interrupted by a small cough. Shocked, I looked at the sound. In doing so, I see a confused looking Kirishima. In realising that he was here while I was thinking such lewd thought, made me blush a bit, but now I can safely say I know how I feel about him.

"So?" He re-questions me.

An aggravated groan left my lips. He seemed to understand what my answer was. He took a deep breathe, and leaned back into his chair, thinking my situation over again. This new information probably would help him to help me.

"Well all we have to do is find out if he likes you back." He states, as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

How on earth are we gonna find out how that man is feeling. I've only seen him with two moods: anger and neutral. He doesn't really show the other moods he has. Reading Bakugo is one of the most difficult thing I have ever tried to do.

"How do you suppose we do that?" I reply.

"Well he kissed you, so isn't it obvious he likes you?" He asks.

"No it was all just timing. Plus he probably hates me now." I grown.

I put my fork down on my half eaten plate of food. It had gone cold while I was talking with Kirishima. The food was amazing, but I ain't eating cold food. I lean back in my chair, mirroring the boy across from me. I stare at the ceiling, and think my situation over again.

"Kiribro, could I ask a huge favour?" I ask.

"Depends." He states, being suspicious of what I was going to ask him.

"It would be a huge help if you went to Bakubro's room, and grabbed my school stuff I left there." I say.

A flash of excitement washed over his face. It was as if a lightbulb had just flashed above his head, indicating he had a great idea. Well an idea, it wasn't necessarily going to be a good one. I looked him up and down slowly. I didn't really trust him. It clearly had something to do with me and Bakugo, and I don't know if Kirishima's plan would be all that great when I hear it.

"I just had an amazing idea." He says proudly.

"I can see that, so?" I question him.

"You go to his room, knock on his door, but don't say it's you. Then you wait for him to open the door. You ask for your stuff, and when he turns to get it, you go into the room with him, and question him." Kirishima says as if what he just said wasn't extremely stupid.

"Yea, no. That is the worst idea you could actually come up with." I deadpanned.

I could hear the amount of offence he took from that statement from the high pitch gasp. I didn't even need to remove my gaze from the ceiling and back on him to tell he was pulling a stupid face, with his hand over his chest. I could just tell. I breathe through my nose, and let it out slowly through my mouth. It actually wasn't that bad of an idea, I'm just too much of a pansy to do it.

Dragging my hands over my face, I start to rub my eyes. All this thinking was starting to hurt my head. I already had school and did homework today. If I did much more thinking, I was going to short circuit. Why are people so confusing when feeling are involved. Usually I can understand people, but Bakugo is a whole new ball game. He just is so hard to read, I never know what is going on in that smart head of his.

Probably having a math competition in his head to see if he can beat himself, because he's the best.

Why was that my first thought? Oh well, I mean I'm probably not wrong. He probably is battling against himself on some topic or another.

"But in all seriousness, your going to have to get your stuff because I ain't." Was the last thing Kirishima said before he stud up from his chair and left.

Well he wasn't as helpful as I thought he would be. What am I meant to do, just turn up to his door, and pretend like it never happened, and didn't mean anything? Maybe to him it didn't mean anything, but to me it means a whole lot more. What if he regrets kissing me!? Oh no. Why is this so confusing? It was one kiss, and now I'm all tied up in a knot.

You know what, I'm a man, I can face this head on! With this new found confidence, I power walk over to the lift, and click the up button. When the doors open, I step in and click the forth floor button. Out of habit, I lean my head to the side and nearly fall on the floor. I'm literally in the lift to go see him, how did I think that he would be there next to me? It's all the thinking I've been doing, I swear.

The doors soon ping open, and I walk over to Bakugo's door. I stand in front of the door for a while, with my hand ready to knock. When I was going to, all the confidence I gathered coming here vanished. I started to panic, and think about everything that could go wrong. Completely regretting this decision, I go to walk away, when the door opens. Even more panic fills me. I was going to run away, but before I could even attempt to lift a foot, a voice entered my ears.

"Dunce Face?" The gruff sound sent shivers down my spine.

"Hi!" I replied, turning to face him, regretting every life decision leading up to this.

This was going to be fun.