In Class 1A, everyone was unique. Quirks were the main distinction. A wide range from frog-like abilities, to invisibility, to fire and ice. Flashy.
In Kirishima's eyes, one was not only uniquely amazing, but absolutely perfect in his eyes.
Katsuki Bakugou.
His explosion quirk, his spiky blonde hair, his piercing red eyes. The way he walked, talked, and didn't take any shit from anyone. A fuckboy. He was amazing. Brave. Stunning. Strong. Perfect.
But who was Eijiro Kirishima?
Bakugou was his friend, yes, but he always feared his best friend would leave him in the dark if he told him his true feelings. After all, Kirishima would never be brave, manly, or as perfect as the boy of his dreams was. He didn't even have a flashy quirk. He may be Bakugou's, possibly, only friend, but he would never be like him.
He hated that he would never be like that. If he could muster through the invisible wall of fear, he could tell Katsuki how he felt.
But, Bakugou was so perfect, too good for someone like him. Why should Bakugou be caring for him? He was a mere thorn in Bakugou's side, wasn't he?
He likes Bakugou, everyone knows, but he loves him more.
•Updates: Hopefully every other Tuesday/Wednesday•
•Warnings•
•Gore/Violence
•Self doubt/Depression
•Ooc