"i like you. in, like, a romantical kinda way."
his words as just as electrifying as the quirk he posses. at first , he figured it was going to be a JOKE , but … when is anything ever the way bakugou fucking wants it. if there is one thing bakugou isn’t , it’s dense. the spark that runs down through his spine isn’t surprise , but something else in it’s entirety. it was … particularly easy to tell that the whole “ fake - dating ” plot to deceive his parent’s about other things in his life had … inflated. to a point where boundaries blurred & bakugou had lost control of the situation. now he’s not dense , but he also isn’t good with feelings. it’s something he struggles with on the daily. when to snap , when to reel it in , but most importantly he’s fucking HOPELESS with … ‘ romantical ’ ones. they’ve never been on his mind. he wasn’t boy who held the DREAM of having a high school sweetheart. hell , he didn’t even want friends in the first place … look at him now.
maybe the same goes for this.
never wanted it , didn’t look for it & yet here it is. standing in front of him with RIDICULOUSLY bright blond hair & nervousness bleeding through every pore. fuck fuck. did he … feel the same ? the hammering of a heart on fire screams the answer , but his thoughts clash with a VIOLENT crescendo. yes & fuck no weave in & out of his mind. one is louder than the other , one he … kind of wish wasn’t. it’s cruel to wish it , but he’s not fitted for confessions like this he’s not meant for feelings.
but that’s a boldfaced lie. he’s full of fucking feelings. feeling that are kicked under a rug , feelings shoved into a bottle until it EXPLODES. he’s a goddamn funeral pyre of his own woes & anxieties. the one where he shoved any notion of romance is beginning to crack , beginning to burst in his eerie silence while he stares at kaminari.
( i probably look like a goddamn idiot. )
he breathes in slow & there’s something shaky about the way he inhales. his own heartbeat is beginning to piss him off. the thrum in his ears hurts. he wants to say something maybe SCREAM something , but if he did that it’d … only turn it sour. he doesn’t want to do that. he actually fucking doesn’t WANT to make this situation go downhill. doesn’t want denki to avoid him , to change some goddamn … relationship or whatever the hell that’s been kindled like a fire.
kaminari is something … something else. a goddamn idiot at the surface with all his stupid jokes & displays of literal idiocy , but he’s seen behind the mask. there lies a kid with anxieties masked down beneath that fucking idiocy. someone who fucking loves affection , enjoys the simple act of just gluing himself to a shoulder. a kid who thinks he’s weak when he’s so fucking strong. above all he’s … nice even to someone who half the time doesn’t deserve that. that someone being katsuki bakugou. that SAME someone he fucking … likes. someone who is sure he reciprocates it , but his mouth can’t get it out right. he likes this fucker his friend. his friend who he’s trying his damnedest to feel better about himself & willingly adapting his ways to fit his. learning patience , biting his tongue. he doesn’t want to worsen denki’s shit , doesn’t want to lose him or whatever. fuck , he does like him.
“ so … ” finally the boy with explosive hands speaks , voice a bit small. FORCED CALM. “ what do y’ wanna fuckin’ do about it then ? ” he points the attention to kaminari for now & as the silence prevails his voice grows in volume. “ i’ll be the first & fuckin’ only to admit this , but ‘m not … good with THIS shit. ” he’s trying at the very least. has been for awhile it seems. this has the be the first time in history he’s admitted his FAILURE at something. write that down in the goddamn history books. body edges closer , feet patting softly against the floor. “ just say you want to actually fuckin’ date me. make this easier than tip-toeing around the stupid bush , kaminari. ” he still hasn’t admitted anything himself. “ ahhhh .. ” he takes in another breath , less shaky than before , “ i , uh , want to , so. yeah. take it or leave it i like you. ” he cuts off the profanity he so impulsively spews. his chest feels lighter less so with anxiety & misplaced fear ; maybe he’s happy to know , but those words won’t leave his mouth.
