Opening Up {Itsuka Kendou X Male! Reader} (discontinued)

6: Good Luck

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Your Perspective

The waiting room was bustling with excitement and activity as my class was getting prepared to partake in the obstacle course section of the Sports Festival. I stood off to the corner and prepped myself. I felt somebody flick me in the face, catching me off guard and catching my attention.

You: Ow- Who the?!

I peered up to see Kendou looking at me with a small smirk on her face.

Kendou: Good luck in the sports festival, (L/N).

You: I thought you said you hated my guts? Why are you wishing me luck?

Kendou: Don't get me wrong, I'm still not fond of you. Buuut, I do think that everyone no matter how much of a jerk deserves some luck.

You: Sure. Good luck to . . . to you too, I suppose.

As soon as I said that, I felt my face heat up which Kendou picked up on rather quickly. She crosses her arms and raised an eyebrow in interest and gained a mischievous smile. Kendou gently punched me in the shoulder leaving me to rub my arm. Why . . . why does she make me feel this way?

You: W-What? Stop looking at me like that!

Kendou: I didn't know someone still had emotions!

You: O-Oh, S-shut up!

Kendou giggled before sighing, blushing a bit herself.

You: We should probably head out with the others now.

Kendou: Yeah, we should. When did you get even a little agreeable?

You: I had a talk with my mother. She . . . gave me some advice, if you will.

~Flashback~

(M/N): (Y/N), Sweetheart, are you okay? You've been fairly upset lately.

You: I'm fine.

(M/N): No you're not. Who's this Kendou girl?

Great, she's using her quirk Telepathy on me. I guess she pried through my memories and saw Kendou within them. She purses her lips and puts a finger to her chin in thought. She smiles upon coming to a conclusion and pats me on the head.

(M/N): This Kendou girl . . . she piques your interest doesn't she? You want to get to know her but you're too headstrong to apologize for what you've done. As well as the fact you have a lesser version of your father's mentality.

You: W-Well, I-

(M/N): (Y/N) please. Just be honest with me.

You: I guess, I want to . . . I just don't know really. I'm so used to being alone, that I suppose I just built a wall around me and my emotions.

(M/N): Well, for starters, you could apologize for treating her like that. I'm sure that she was especially hurt because of how callous you were.

You: That's a start i suppose.

(M/N): Now, if you want to make it up to her, tell her you're sorry and invite her somewhere after the sports festival.

My face flushed upon my mother saying that, as my mother flashed me a cheeky smile.

You: Is that necessary?

(M/N): well, you wanted to make it up to her right?

You: . . . Yeah.

~Flashback End~

You: And that's how. Though, what I guess I mean to say . . . is that I'm sorry Kendou. Call me whatever you want, but I see that it was wrong to treat you the way I did.

Kendou's eyes widened before a blush crossed her face and she looked away, playing with a strand of hair. I looked away. What am I even doing? I'm getting soft, but . . . I don't hate it. Maybe it's a good thing. Looking at her again, Kendou was shaking her head before looking back at me.

Kendou: Well, I guess I can forgive you for that.

You: Oh o-

Kendou: BUT! We're starting anew. My name is Itsuka Kendou. Nice to meet you.

She held out a hand for me to shake. I took it, shaking her hand.

You: (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you. So what does that make us now? Friends?

Kendou: Mmmmm, not yet. Frienemies, how does that sound.

You: That sounds . . . odd. But I'll take it.

Kendou smile, turning to go out with the others, waving at me whilst she left. My heart sped up at the sigh and as they left the room, leaving me there alone. Placing a hand to my chest, I sighed, in a futile attempt to steady my nerves.

You: What . . . What is happening to me?​​​​​​​
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