𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : so, this is new, right ? pff, so, i was bored and decided to write this after thinking about how much i actually dislike holding hands so... enjoy ? this wasn't really taken seriously, it's something casually created out of boredom and it's been a long, stressful day so.. have this jumbled mess of words that i slapped together lazily ! ( sorry i didn’t know how to end it HSBSNS- ) 🤡💛
"So when are you going to tell them about your painfully obvious crush on them?" Kaminari thought aloud, chin resting lazily on the palm of his hand, elbow leaning across his desk and out of the seat in favor of leaning closer to his hot-headed friend. The question, directed at the blonde, made his shoulders go rigid and tense, eyebrows furrowing as he turned to look over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Well it's pretty obvious!" was Kaminari's only response, lips pursed in mild boredom as his palm traveled to his cheek, smooshing his face into his hand. "I wouldn't be surprised if they already knew how much you liked them-" "What are you talking about?" Bakugo repeated, louder, voice trying to hold from yelling loudly.
While normally there would always be a scowl permanently painted onto his face, there were few days where Bakugo was more docile than what was expected. These days were spent with strong, hard stares, an occasional frown, and tired huffs when people ( such as Kaminari ) would get on his nerves. Today happened to be one of those blessed days, yet Kaminari obviously did not seem to care whether or not he ruined that day's streak of having no outbursts.
"You know, (name)!" "What about them?" Kaminari narrowed his eyes, huffing a bit as a cheeky grin broke out onto his face, emphasizing his point with a wave of his hand -- "Don't you have a crush on them? When are you gonna finally admit it?"
"WHAT?!"
Kirishima shook his head, having listening in silently for the better part of the conversation. "He is right Bakugo; it's kind of obvious..." the red-haired male murmured the last bit of his sentence, rubbing his neck with a nervous toothy smile. His eye only twitched, breathing out of his nose heavily, annoyed, before sitting back into his seat, straight as a board. When annoyed, just ignore, right?
He should have known that the strange tactic would never work on his strange group of friends.
"Oh c'mon! Wouldn't you like to be in a relationship with them?" Kaminari asked, laying on his desk at this point with how far he was leaning forward to try and get a reaction out of his easily-provoked friend. "Bakugo, you can't hide it forever, y'know? If you like them-" "Shut up." "But-" "I said shut up!" Kirishima sighed at the defensive response.
"But if you were in a relationship with (name) you can cook them food! You get to hold them! You can hold their hand and-"
"Hand holding's for losers."
"Bakugo!!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head as he leaned on his side against the desk, looking to his best-friend with a knowing and yet playful glare with a smile gracing his lips. "You know you can't hide it forever. We," Kirishima gestured between himself and Kaminari, of who was grinning widely and nodding vigorously along, "-know you won't hide it for that much longer. So why not admit it already?" "Yeah, I mean at this point if you don't admit it then it's kinda creepy, given how much you stare at them..." Kaminari added, scrunching his nose in what seemed to be deep thought.
His ear's burned in embarrassment, pink no doubt flashing across his cheeks in flushed embarrassment, grumbling under his breath with a scowl growing on his face. He didn't stare at you that much, did he? "Shut up! I don't stare at anybody, you damn extra!" "Uh, that's a lie-" "Shut up before I-" Bakugo had rose from his seat, eyes aflame with embarrassed anger before a hand rested on his back -- a soft touch, barely a pressure against the fabric of the classroom uniform. Judging by the way Kirishima's face broke out in a soft grin, along with Kaminari biting back a smirk with his lips caught between his teeth, Bakugo knew exactly who it was. Who it always was; the one who made him melt under their very gaze :
ok Trick pokes fun at me for eating straight up chili peppers out of the jar that one time, but I found this on an old post and ?? Sir what is this. What do you mean- -Andy
