Story here: I shivered and pulled my coat tighter around my freezing cold body. Winter. I hated winter. It was just miserable and cold. And yet... somehow I loved it. The occasional good day, with crisp cool air- not too cold. A slight flurry here and there. That was the beginning of it, though. The middle was the worst- which just happened to be the stage we were in. I quickly stepped into UA, relishing the warmth of the school. Why I'd ever decided to go out for a walk, I didn’t know. Well, I did know. I just didn’t want to remember it. I glanced around the corner, making sure that he wasn’t in the hallway. He wasn’t. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, to which I instantly felt bad. He was my best friend- I shouldn’t have been happy that he wasn’t near me. But I was happy. I really, really was. “What the hell are you doing?” I cringed- life couldn’t be that easy. Of course he’d been right behind me, watching me look around the corner like some sort of secret spy agent. I blushed bright red as I turned to face him. Bakugo. “Ah- nothing?” I mumbled, feeling my ears heat up with embarrassment. “Are you asking me or telling me, hair for brains? Cause that sure sounded like a question. Why are you looking around the corner like you just committed crimes or some dumb thing like that?” Bakugo snapped. I kind of knew he was going to say something like that, so I don’t know why I felt so embarrassed. “I, uh... looking for someone?” I lied. Or looking to not see someone, I thought, bringing a small smile onto my face. “Tch.” Bakugo scoffed then shoved past me, making his way down the hall. He really didn’t care about anything I'd said. And I didn’t know why that hurt. But just like before, I did. I just didn’t want to say so. It was true- I’d fallen hard for the spiky haired, angry Pomeranian. Every time I saw him, my face would heat up. I’d get this weird look on my face, and I felt like I was being suffocated. By awkwardness. That was the problem. I was terrible with love. And Bakugo? Bakugo didn’t even seem to know what that feeling meant. I doubted her felt it towards anyone- especially me. And that thought killed me. I was desperate to make him fall, but I knew I'd never be able to. So for now... I’d just have to keep going on like I didn’t feel anything. Somehow... That felt so, so much worse. --- Friday. And I was determined to do this right. I’d made my decision earlier- all I had to do was walk up to him and ask him if he wanted to hang out this weekend. And then we’d hang out together and I'd make him fall... ‘Stop,’ I thought. ‘Stop thinking that, you said you’d just kill those feelings so you don’t make things harder for Bakubro.’ “What if he likes me, but he just doesn’t know it? Then maybe showing him he likes me would open his eyes!” I smiled. “Yes. Yes, this makes sense!” “The hell are you mumbling about? You’re starting to sound like Deku.” I jumped and Bakugo stopped in front of me. ‘Please someone, help me...’ I pleaded in my mind. ‘Please don’t let this hallway be empty... then I actually have to ask him.’ “Well?” He snapped loudly, making me jump. He leaned his arm against the wall beside me. His face was WAY too close for comfort. “N-N-Nothing!” I yelped. “What’s up with you? You’re all jumpy, hair for brains.” Bakugo narrowed his eyes and leaned closer. And then I made a mistake. Oh, no. I didn’t do what you think. I didn’t do anything that might help me towards my goal. He was on the floor before I even realized I'd swung my fist towards his face. I’d punched him. Bl00d dripped from his nose. I was slightly panicked, and in a daze. I couldn’t believe that I'd just punched my crush- and given him a bl00dy nose. “I am... so sorry!” I cried, helping him up. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to punch you! I’m so sorry!” “I’m fine.” Bakugo grumbled, pulling away from me. He started ambling down the hallway, towards Recovery Girl’s office. I felt so bad. Then he glanced back over his shoulder. “Nice punch.” -End of Chapter One-
Art not mine- Chapter Two: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/837462284/
