Story here (you guys are all gonna het me after this): After having explained to Principal Nezu- and having him alert everyone in UA just in case- I’d gone back to my room. Bakugo was also in his room- doing what, I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure why I cared. I guess I just wished that I'd actually been able to have a good end to our da- hangout. I sighed, laying back on my bed. My mind was screaming, ‘go to him’ but I couldn’t bring myself to. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. It wasn’t worth it. I was exhausted, anyway. I woke up to a knock on my door. I glanced at my phone sleepily- past midnight. I sighed heavily, stood up, and went to the door. Bakugo was standing outside. “W-What...” Kirishima desperately flattened down his hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. “I need to talk to you.” Bakugo walked into my room without another word and sat on my messy bed. “Um...” I closed the door. “What’s wrong?” “Before Dabi showed up. We were talking. You said you wanted to tell me something, but you never did tell me, and it’s been bothering me all night.” “O-Oh. Right.” I couldn’t believe this. Was I really going to have to confess to him at two o'clock in the morning when I looked like a sewer demon? I swallowed. “So?” “I was gonna say...” my voice faltered. How was I gonna say this? “Ah, I don’t know! I forgot!” I lied. “Oh. Sorry for bothering you.” Bakugo smiled slightly, then left my room. “Coward.” I mumbled to myself. “You’re a coward. You should’ve just been able to tell him. But you couldn’t. You’re too scared that he’ll say no or he’ll be weird around you.” I laid back on my bed and sighed heavily. “I need to tell him...” --- “Bakubro? I need to tell you something. I remembered.” I’d said it. Bakugo was looking up at me, looking slightly relieved, like he’d been waiting so long for me to say that and waiting had k!lled him. “Thank god you remembered. Not knowing was bothering me.” He grinned. “Wanna tell me now? Or do we have to go somewhere special?” I glanced around at the rest of the class- they were all seated around the table, watching me curiously. “Somewhere else.” I decided almost instantly. He stood up and I began to walk- as fast as possible- to a bench outside. Then he sat down. I could barely move now, since I had to do this. There was no backing out. “Well? Spit it out.” Bakugo crossed his arms. “I...” my voice faltered. “Is there a problem or something?” Bakugo cocked his to the side. “Is something wrong? Do you need my help?” ‘I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this...’ “Kirishima?” “Uhhhh...” I blinked, glancing up at him. “C’mon, I don’t have all day.” Bakugo looked slightly irritated. I dragged a hand down my face- it was trembling. “So, like... you know that one feeling you get when you’re around someone? It’s like... a crush! Yeah, a crush.” I managed. “So... you like someone?” There was something about Bakugo’s expression- he just kind of looked... sad, almost. “Y-Yeah. Yeah! I like someone...” “So why are you telling me?” Bakugo asked, irritated. “I can’t really do anything...” “Yes you can!” I smiled, feeling more confident now. “It’s the person I like... Bakugo, I...” “Can you just... say what you’re trying to say instead of stuttering? I doubt that what you need to say it that bad!” He growled. “I... I like you!” That seemed to take Bakugo a second to process. And meanwhile, I was just standing there, slightly panicked. “What?” “I like you.” I repeated. “Do you-” “If you want me to like you, you can keep on dreaming.” Bakugo stood up and started walking back to UA, leaving me standing by the bench. “Wht do you mean?” I whispered, feeling crestfallen. I knew what he meant. I just didn’t want to think about it. “You like me... well... I don’t like you.” I swallowed. Of course this was the way this was going to go. I still couldn’t process it, though. And Bakugo went back to UA. Meanwhile... I couldn’t help but stay at the bench. Everything was gone. My entire hope that he might somewhat like me was gone. And I couldn’t believe it. “An empty hope.” That’s all it had ever been. I didn’t know why I hadn’t seen that before.
Art isn’t mine- I hope this chapter broke you as much as it broke me to write it!
