Ships: Momojirou, side Kamijirou
Note: takes place before Kamimomojirou get together
Jirou wasnāt used to getting herself all dressed up for anything that wasnāt a concert. So when Mina offered to help her get ready for her and Kaminariās ādateā, Jirou gratefully took the offer. Eleven outfits and 30 minutes later however, Jirou began to regret the help.
āWeāre just going to go see a movie,ā Jirou emphasized for the third time, arms awkwardly raised as Mina tucked a purple shirt into her jeans. Mina blew a raspberry as she continued her handiwork, causing Jirou to tilt her head back with a sigh.
āItās a date, and you need to look your best!ā Mina beamed.
It really was just a movie; Jirou occasionally tagged along with the Bakusquad to see movies, but ever since most of the class realized Jirou and Kaminari liked each other, they set them up for a movie date. Just the two of them. To ātest the watersā as Kirishima put it.
Mina stood up and turned Jirou to the standing mirror against the wall. Jirou pursed her lips at the outfit the pink haired girl picked out for her: a dark purple t-shirt tucked into a pair of high-waisted black shorts, a pair of high heel black boots. Jirou was happier that Mina strayed away from the moreā¦ colorful options, but this outfit still didnāt feel right.
āā¦You look uncomfortable, Kyouka.ā Jirou saw Momoās concerned expression in the mirrorās reflection. She turned to face the taller girl, stumbling immediately in the heeled boots. Momo quickly stepped forward and caught Jirou before she could fully fall onto the floor. āAre you okay?ā She asked the short flustered girl in her arms. Nodding quickly and nervously, Jirou pulled away to sit on her bed, pulling the boots off before Mina could protest.
āIāll die if I wear those.ā Jirou grumbled.
āBut they complete the look!ā Mina huffed, looking at Momo to back her up.
āIt is a cute outfit,ā Momo began, staring at Jirou for a moment. āBut it doesnātā¦ suit her.ā Jirouās stomach dropped at that.
āDo I look that bad?ā Jirou asked nervously. Momo immediately shook her head, her face both shocked at slightly embarrassed.
āOf course not! You never look bad Kyouka, youāre very pretty and-ā Momo stopped her rambling, feeling her face heat up. She turned away, going to Jirouās closet to look for a certain something.
Jirou watched Momo move from her closet to dresser, her heart thumping in her chest. āPretty? Tall, beautiful, perfect Momo thinks Iām pretty?ā Before her mind could go into a downward spiral, Momo took her hand to stand her up (not that it helped her rapid heartbeat, god).
āYouāre outfit just needed more Jirou elements.ā Momo mused, tying a black and white plaid flannel around her hips. After that she took one of Jirouās black chokers and clipped it around her neck. Lastly, she handed her a pair of purple sneakers. Momo stood back with a small smile on her face, Mina nodding approvingly.
Jirou slipped on the shoes and stared at herself in the mirror. It definitely looked like something sheād wear, but definitely not something sheās worn before. She smiled, catching Momoās eyes in the mirror. She swallowed before speaking. āThanks, I look nice.ā
āThatās perfect Yaomomo!ā Mina clapped excitedly. āJust one more thing to top it all off!ā Mina picked up a giant pink makeup bag, but Momo placed her hand on Minaās with a nervous laugh.
āWe donāt need all of that, maybe just some lipstick?ā Momo suggested, causing Jirou to wince. Momo caught her reaction and corrected herself. āLip gloss?ā
Mina nodded, pulling different glosses out of her bag. All very bright, shimmery, and vibrant. All very not Jirou. Mina looked at her friends expressions and giggled. āToo much?ā Jirou nodded.
āItāll be fine.ā Momo waved her hand with a dismissive smile. Placing a hand on her own forearm, she pulled out a small tube of a nude tinted lipgloss and held it up. āIs this one okay Kyouka?ā Jirou nodded, and with a smile Momo stepped forward. She pulled the applicator out of the tube of gloss, gently placed her hand under Jirouās chin and tilted her face upwards.
Time seem to slow down as the applicator touched Jirouās lips, her face only inches away from Momoās. Her eyes kept glancing back and forth from Momoās focused gray eyes and her pair of slightly parted lips. Jirouās heart thumped in her chest, and she could only beg that Momo couldnāt hear it. Once she pulled away, Jirou finally felt like she could breath again.
But looking at Momoās proud smile seemed to take her breath away again. āI hope you have fun at your date Kyouka.ā Jirou stared dumbly before she remembered how to speak.
āDude Denki I wanted to kiss her so bad.ā
Kaminari, after listening to Jirou ramble about Momo for ten minutes. āYou should have.ā
āYouāve been staring at that lip gloss for a long time, Yaomomo.ā ( Ķ”Ā° ĶŹ Ķ”Ā°)
