Story here: The thing I couldn’t believe was that I'd been so clueless. Obviously, he didn’t care about me in the way I cared about him. He never smiled at me in the way he should’ve if he really l0v3d me. “Stupid. Stupid! You’re absolutely stupid!” I groaned, laying back on my bed. “Why would you ever say anything like that? Why did you confess to him like that? You’re stupid! A stupid idiot!” I buried my face in my pillow. How could I have been so stupid? That was the only thing I could think to call myself- just stupid. There was nothing else to describe it. “Thought you said you’d make him fall for you? Thought you said you’d solve this all with those three, silly words that you said? Well that didn’t work!” I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow. “Hey, Kirishima!” A voice- one that sounded suspiciously like Kaminari- sang out from behind my door. “Hey, c’mon! You gotta come eat!” “No.” was all I muttered. “I’m not hungry.” “Kirishima, come on!” Kaminari pleaded, sounding slightly inpatient. “Your food is still warm, but it’s getting cold!” “Don’t care.” I sighed. “Told you, I’m not hungry.” I heard Kaminari sigh heavily, and then his footsteps getting quieter as he walked down the hall. “I honestly just don't want to see him ever again.” I admitted quietly to myself. “I just embarrassed myself completely. I made a mistake... argh!” I sat up and looked in the mirror. I looked exhausted. But, unlike I thought I'd look, I looked frustrated. Not sad. So frustrated. “So he openly admitted he doesn’t like me back. Well... I'll just make him want me. But I just... I'll just...” I dissolved into tears. There was nothing I could do, and I knew it. It was silly to even try to come up with and idea of how to fix this all. I’d messed it up pretty badly. And there went that frustrated front I was putting up. I finally showed that pained side that had just been waiting to come out. I was honestly heartbroken by this. By him. I couldn’t process it. My mind was just reeling with thoughts I couldn’t even wade through. “Stop being a baby about this. Everyone gets rejected at some point. Just... not by... not when...” I wiped at my eyes, desperately trying to stop the tears flowing down my cheeks. “Kirishima.” I jumped at the voice from outside my door. “Are you in there?” I rubbed my eyes, getting rid of the resting tears- though more just came. “Y-Yeah.” I mumbled, barely managing that word. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” “That doesn’t really give me much information...” “Bakugo.” “Oh.” “Look, I know that you-” “Go away.” I turned away from the door. “Just go away.” “You need to come eat. Dunce face told me I was probably the only one who could convince you to come downstairs. So come downstairs.” Bakugo snapped from outside. “I’m hungry. I’m not standing here all day.” “I’m not hungry.” I insisted. “Just go away. Go eat.” “Not until you come. I’ll starve unless you eat, so if you care...” “I don’t.” “Oh. Right.” I heard Bakugo’s footsteps going down the hallway, leaving me alone- finally. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. I just ended up restless for the rest of the night. --- “Jeez, Kirishima, you look rough.” Kaminari glanced at me the next morning. “Sleep bad?” “Mhn.” I rubbed my eyes, hoping Kaminari wouldn’t notice how red and bl00dshot they were. I’d pretty much been crying all night. Stupid Bakugo. “You’re probably just hungry, since you didn’t come eat last night. Um... is everything okay?” Kaminari looked generally worried about me. And I hated it. The only person I wanted worried about me was myself. I felt eyes boring into my back. Slowly, I turned to look behind me. Bakugo. Of course it was. I gritted my teeth and turned away. No way was I going to let him be worried about me. Kaminari was bad enough. “Hey, Kirishima! Looks like someone’s a little interested in you.” Kaminari teased. “Shut. Up.” I hissed. “I don’t give a d about how he feels about me. He already hurt me enough.” “Ouch. Calm down, Kirishima! Whatever he did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it...” Kaminari rubbed the back of his neck. “He looks like he really wants you.” “He doesn’t want me.” I growled, my voice sharp and cold. “And that, I know.” END OF CHAPTER
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