#sunstretch

there are two things kyouka’s never done : one, initiating, and two, kissing someone.  ( on the lips, if that wasn’t clear enough. )

don’t get him wrong : she’s a hundred percent sure she loves him just as much as he loves her. it doesn’t have to be spelled out that kyouka was horrible at displaying any type of affection, or maybe it’s just that overwhelmed emotion that swells up in her stomach whenever she’s catch a glimpse of her lover’s face—- something about denki’s joyous, sun - like, giddy attitude sends her into an overdrive of emotions. the stupid fabled butterflies never stop rioting in her stomach, and that inevitable blush rises on his cheeks as always. then, she’s stunned, unable to function further on dude, what the fuck do i do with such a cute boyfriend?

god, heaven fucking help me.

she thinks cute at this point was an understatement and overused. she hates it. how bubbly she suddenly feels when that tongue - between - teeth smile appears. fuck is he cute when he does that. kyouka wants it off of his face— maybe that’ll cease the dumbass  thump thump thump-ing her heart can’t seem to shut up about whenever he’s like that.

that wasn’t the point here though! she’s fumbling, honestly. his mouth’s crooked, a cartoonish wiggly line, head trying to form out of the scattered scrabble pieces on how she should initiate this without sounding like a complete loser–  ❛  …h-hey, ki-kun– ❜  voice barely above a whisper when she tries to catch his attention. the blush on her face is mad, but he feels like it’s gonna cover her entire fucking body later.   ❛  …come look at me for a sec.  ❜

and he does, lucky her. or rather, much to her dismay, because now her flushed mood doubles up now that he’s looking at her.   ❛   okay- i..i just– ugh, dude! don’t look at me like that! i wanna kiss you okay?!  ❜  as soon as the words leave her lips, the red tint’s reached her ears at this point. 

this is it. oh my god. this is absolutely it. i’m actually gonna die because i can’t comprehend kissing my own fucking boyfriend. 

she does, nonetheless.  her lips catch his, eyes fluttering close, and for a brief moment, those butterflies still rumble in her stomach but fuck it felt so right. denki’s lips were softer than she imagined, he smelled better up close ( he’s never gonna let him hear this. ever. he’ll bully her for it, she knows. ) and there’s that electrical hum that radiated from his quirk. but alas, that small bubble of euphoria only lasted a short life. she’s pulled away, almost regretting the parting of their lips, face still flushed red and heartbeat loud enough for the other to hear.

❛  he’s so stupid.  ❜  came out the immediate reply. it rolled off kyouka’s tongue like it was nothing; but really, it was just her feeling towards the blond put in frankly. so much for her blunt personality. arms are crossed, gaze turned to    ❛   he’s either doing things recklessly or doing nothing at all. like, the dude knows he can’t fucking stand after he’s gone overboard with his quirk, but he does it anyway! i don’t know what the hell kind of activity is happening inside that idiot’s brain, if he even has one in the first place, but i’m sure as hell it’s not working correctly!   ❜   tongue clicks in annoyance accompanied with a grit of her teeth. but, as her thoughts go in deeper about the electric boy, her crossed arms lightened, glare slowly diminishing away from his face. ❛  …but, you know, if you think about it… it’s… pretty cool how he’d do things recklessly if it meant saving his friends. that thing kiri-kun told me the other day when he fumed when senpai dissed both bakugou and kirishima… it was pretty nice to hear. and whenever he’s reluctant to actually fight back it’s not because he’s scared, he just doesn’t want to hurt his friends when they’re near. he puts such an effort to keep himself close with everyone so no one’s always left out, and that’s not a trait you get easily from everyone.   ❜

❛  other than that, it’s nice how he’s always so enthusiastic. i barely see a frown in that idiot’s damn face, you know? he always lights the room up. i don’t think i can imagine the class without him. a day without hearing that dumbass’s whey or what the fuck ever   ❜  she admits quietly, the smallest smile now evident on her face with the slightest tinge of red on fair cheeks ❛  and how he bounces up and down ever so slightly when we played, he looked so cute enjoying himself on the stage with us…   ❜