"The little reaction of the explosive boy"
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Kirishima was betting that his friends would make a complete mess if they wrongly meddled in the situation.
If someone screwed up, it would completely ruin the chances of Midoriya and Bakugou ending up together.
But while he was thinking about how to convince his friends not to make a fuss, related to what he had just told them about Bakugou; his attention was taken away by the freckled boy with green curls, who was eating spaghetti and meatballs in the company of his friends.
The almost hypnotic way in which the freckled boy took the spaghetti carefully with his fork, rolled it subtly and delicately on the spoon and carried the fork with the tightly wrapped noodles to his mouth, simulated a dream for the kitchen.
The barrier between his mouth and the spaghetti made him wonder: what was it that attracted Bakugou to fall in love with someone like that?
He didn't mean it in a bad way. It is quite the opposite. He liked Midoriya quite a bit, too much for his liking. And he got him out of the loop, catching himself looking at him with the intention of admiring him, after having spoken that way to his best friend to the point of almost making him cry.
Kirishima wasn't like that. He didn't notice a freckled boy eating spaghetti and meatballs for the sake of it. But it was inevitable, if the person who did it was not just anybody.
He would dare to look at him for longer if he could.
He would pound his thoughts, just to watch him a little more. A little only. Enough to dissipate the tension that was leaning on his ankles.
Midoriya's mouth was smeared with tomato sauce. He spread across his lower lip to the corner of his lips. His lips make that movement in which they curve upwards, revealing a sweet smile decorating his face lit up from the shame of having stained his mouth at sixteen.
Age is a number, Kirishima told himself as he watched the white napkin remove the traces of ketchup. Age doesn't determine how ridiculous it's to be human.
He wouldn't shy away from venturing if Bakugou thought Midoriya looked cute eating spaghetti and meatballs and smearing sauce on his mouth and smiling as he went.
If Bakugou even thought that those small, but very subtle details in the freckled boy, were worth more than anything else in the world. If he thought he would give anything for lunch in an Italian neighborhood a plate of spaghetti and meatballs accompanied by a Neapolitan pizza. As impossible as the scene looked, Kirishima has already traveled half of Naples with his crazy imagination. He had already toured all the pizzerias in Naples and tried every place that served a good Neapolitan pizza and an exquisite pasta in sauce that was available in the restaurant.
He didn't avoid thinking about food when Midoriya was involved in the painting, because the audacity that he had to interfere in his imaginary plane, far surpassed reality.
As his friends talked about what strategy they would carry out to find out who was the person Midoriya liked. Kirishima was walking the streets of the next Italian city.
Not by a trace of a doubt, he knew why he daydreamed about the boy his best friend liked, if in addition to that, he was watching him carefully, with his hand resting on his chin.
Midoriya is handsome, he said to himself lost in the movement of the freckled's pink lips. The different ways they could smile overwhelmed him.
And besides being handsome, he makes me believe that what he eats is delicious.
Although on second thought, tomorrow I will order spaghetti with meatballs without fail.
"Bro, what are you thinking so much?" Kaminari slapped him on the back of his neck, bringing him back to reality.
"What?" He said with his mouth dropped.
"You've been staring at Midoriya for so long that I thought your eyes would pop out of your face," Kaminari joked, rubbing shoulders with him. It was supposed to be a joke, but Kirishima didn't end up laughing. He was confused, aware that looking at someone whose best friend had eyes was a bad thing.
Serious even.
"No, really, what do you have in mind?" Kaminari said, turning serious. "A plan, perhaps?"
"No, nothing like that," Kirishima replied. "I just can't help wondering what Bakugou likes about Midoriya. Just looking at him, I find it strange"
"Ah," he sighed in recognition. "Well, it is strange, but look at it the other way; If Bakugou really loves Midoriya, he will do anything in his power to make us believe that he hates him. We must already know him by now, to know that he does such childish stupidities, as long as no one knows his feelings" He let out a mocking laugh. "That Bakugou is a fool"
"He is," Kirishima laughed, thanking his friend's intention to make him feel better.
"No one in their right mind would insult and belittle the person they like," Kaminari said. "But when it comes to Bakugou. That boy doesn't think"
"Something like that." He laughed. "And Bakugou is too stubborn to admit what he feels."
"Quite a bit," Kaminari scoffed.
"And speaking of which," Kirishima said, changing the subject. "Is there Italian food in the cafeteria? Because Midoriya" He pointed his gaze at the boy with the green curls. "He's eating spaghetti and meatballs.I thought they sold pure Japanese food on the cafeteria menu"
"Bro, you are so lost," Kaminari sighed, lowering his shoulders. "In the cafeteria they make special requests, for those who dare to order something off the menu. Like Midoriya for example, he asked for Italian food last week and nobody told him anything"
"Seriously?"
"Of course," He assuredly campaigned. "Why should I lie?"
"I didn't say it for that, I said it for something else." He said disinterestedly. "Now we have to see what we do with all this Bakugou and Midoriya business that has us with all the attention in the world"
Kaminari nodded.
"Well, I got myself into something that had nothing to do with me myself, so I can take care of it myself. You don't have to mess with Bakugou's anger, which in itself is very difficult to deal with," Kirishima expressed.
"What nonsense are you talking, bro?" Kaminari teased, almost in disbelief. "I am very aware of the subject I got into and I don't plan on giving up. I want to know how to make things easier for 'Kacchan' " He laughed at the last.
Kirishima smirked, knowing supported by his group of friends; especially for Kaminari, who always supported him through thick and thin.
The conversation ended, after having joked for a while about the explosive boy's stubbornness and about the details that could entail choosing the wrong strategy to find out about Midoriya's feelings.
Kirishima and his friends embarked on the next goal to find out who Midoriya likes.
A somewhat strange goal for them, in the sense that getting into Midoriya's life would end up putting the boy in tremendous trouble (referring to making him uncomfortable), for being too good and kind to people; for which they would put him in trouble between helping them or fleeing the situation.
However, the thing had been as follows: Mina would "confess her love for Midoriya in training" while they "casually" dissuaded Bakugou from listening to the conversation to see her reaction.
Personally, he didn't think it was the best plan, but he would cooperate to make it work.
And precisely in training, Bakugou practiced his new attack, fixing his eyes on the area where he would unleash the explosion coming from his palms, where this time, a blow would come out that at first glance, it seemed that it did not damage the structure, but the result needed to allow a few seconds for the entire structure to break into a thousand pieces scattered on the ground. An attack that needed to be polished, but that would undoubtedly come out well after several attempts on his part.
As he fine-tuned the last details of his suit, Kaminari and Sero glanced at him, signaling that it was time to act.
Mina was no longer present among them, to which he assumed that it was because she would "confess" in front of Midoriya and therefore, they required the special attention of the explosive boy so that he heard the words that would come out of the mouth of Midoriya.
On the other hand, he was very curious to know who that person is that makes Midoriya's heart beat. Although he didn't know why, or how it is that the root of the conflict was born inside him.
The tingling emotion very spontaneously tickled his heart and he did not know why. But he would fulfill his purpose of getting the blonde's attention at once.
First it was Kaminari, who caught the blond's attention, being accompanied by Sero, who played along with him, causing his frown to twist so much that it seemed he would thunder. The valves of Bakugou's harsh voice getting angry made Kirishima the one to unleash the explosion of his harsh voice.
Encouraged by the situation, he lured Bakugou to the area where he would hear the blissful confession. His heart was pounding, pounding at a confused rhythm that made her stop in the middle of the rush for his life.
What will it be? He told himself. Why does it beat so fast? He put a hand on his chest and he didn't seem to have any abnormal signs, but his heart was beating very normal, and that frightened him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
And it's always when it comes to Midoriya.
What does Midoriya have in this strange situation that he drives me so crazy?
He stood with wall, breathing hard. He needed to calm his nerves before saying something stupid. The rest of the verb would be left to the other two, while he tried to calm his racing heart.
"W-what did you want to tell me, Mina?" Midoriya's trembling voice came between the four boys. Bakugou came to a sudden halt, giving it the appearance that his antennae stood like ants.
"Yes, Midoriya," Mina snapped. "And I want you to listen to me well, because I will say it very clearly"
"W-what is it?" He asked doubtfully.
Poor Midoriya, Kirishima thought, rolling his eyes.
If he knew it was a lie.
"I like you, Midoriya. Please go out with me" Mina dropped the bomb.
As long as Kaminari, Sero and supposedly him, they were kiteboarding like little birds. Bakugou listened to everything with attention and apparent interest. It was obvious that he was interested in the matter of the "confession" of his friend.
Silence was present, giving few minutes of intensity in the air.
Maybe Midoriya is wondering what to say in the face of a confession like that and he doesn't know how to act, he supposed, shaking his head.
"I-I'm very surprised," Midoriya admitted suddenly. "I-I didn't expect to be confessed like that, but" He breathed breathlessly. "I ... I can't reciprocate your feelings, Mina. I'm really sorry, because I… well… I don't want to hurt your feelings"
"You didn't hurt me, all good," Mina replied, in a very funny tone. "Don't make that face Midoriya, everything is fine between us."
"A-are you sure? Can-can we really still be friends? - Midoriya's hint of illusion, it sounded cute.
"But of course!" Mina screeched. "We're still friends, this won't interfere with anything."
And before Midoriya said anything else, Mina cut off the conversation, leaving the other side of where they were.
What Kirishima rescued from all this is that the face of his best friend was a wonder of picturesque nuance. The reflected colors of a meticulous, but detailed red, highlighted the face of his best friend, who with few shades, perceived a small smile of illusion accentuated on his lips.
His weird plan had managed to get a smile out of the explosive boy.
A smile!
Seeing Bakugou smile is a rare and difficult event to digest on an empty stomach. Kirishima was very satisfied with the result of his response to a situation, to which perhaps he hadn't shown a single reaction of his physiognomy.
Maybe not everything was going as badly as he believed he would be if they carried out the plan.
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NOTE: Someone is getting too involved in the "plan"