"Discovering my feelings"

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He is sitting with his arms outstretched on the desk, not paying an ounce of attention to what Professor Mic was saying. The professor's words didn't even enter his ears.

Sitting there, Kirishima didn't take his eyes off Midoriya. His green hair, hinting at a thick, fluffy bush, captured his full attention. He thinks that Bakugou has good taste, he firmly believes that Midoriya's sweet personality has undoubtedly managed to conquer even the hardest heart in the class. He believes that Bakugou will do nothing about his feelings, other than just suppress them. If he held back, he wouldn't indulge the hazards that Midoriya's magnetism expanded. He wouldn't give in to the feeling and thus, he would conclude that his love was unrequited.

He can't help but think how dumb Bakugou can be. How blind and stupid he is being in love. He lost all use of reason and resorted to non-functional methods to avoid seeing himself as a lover, a characteristic that he immediately grasped.

Kirishima could deduce those details in his best friend, because he has known the blonde for a long time. He knows him too well, that he presumes to know that he applied such non-functional tactics to avoid his feelings.

He can't be more idiotic, he thought, fixing his eyes on the blonde lock of his friend. He believes that walking away from Midoriya will solve his feelings for him. It is so unmanly not to face what you feel.

Where the heck did you get the idea of pretending to hate the person you like?

He shook his head in clear denial regarding the non-logical attitudes of his best friend, since he did not find the sense to do them. They weren't without direction, because broadly speaking, they didn't get anywhere.

When the class was over, he disposed of his supplies and standing up, he went to face Midoriya's seat, who looked up at him in perplexity.

Midoriya greeted him kindly, giving him one of those kindly smiles.

Thump. Thump. That feeling again. Those blissful racing beats, produced by his racing heart.

The sight of seeing his smile was overwhelming. They can throw off the balance even the roughest man who dares to question him.

Midoriya's smile dazzles him. He shakes him. He shakes it from head to toe. And all he can say is that it was inevitable. It's unavoidable.

"Did you want to talk to me?" Midoriya called after his lack of reaction. Kirishima, who was ecstatic at his smile, was scattered to reality. Slammed into his sockets. "Hey, Kirishima?"

"Yes, Midoriya," Kirishima blurted out, abruptly. "I wanted to tell you something"

Midoriya made a face that indicated that he should tell him what he would say.

"Come in," Midoriya encouraged him expectantly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bakugou wriggling in anger, for speaking to Midoriya. He little by little he understood that in the eyes of the blond, Midoriya is excluded from being flirted by anyone who had the audacity to do so. And Kirishima possessed every ounce of him to do so.

"Would you like to train with me today?" He snapped so fast that he barely digested what he said.

What had he said?

Midoriya blinked in surprise. His green orbs fixed on him. They scattered into a greenish pool, scattered in space. A space that burned inside him.

Bakugou clenched a fist on the desk, twisted his tongue, and shook his head in disdain.

At that, Midoriya recovered from his surprise, returning his usual smiling and radiant look.

"Yes, of course," Midoriya agreed. "I would love to"

"What?" His jaw dropped from his original position. "Are you serious?"

"Sure, of course," He stated.

Kirishima didn't finish it before that answer. Midoriya had agreed to spend his time outside of school with him. For Bakugou it would be bad news, but for him, it meant good news. Great news. He didn't process it at all. He just digested it, taken by the impression that his feelings were circulating meaty over a huge pool of warm feelings growing inside him.

Although he didn't quite understand it, but he didn't dislike the feeling on his body. On the contrary, he loved him. He enjoyed it very much. He seemed even dreamy.

"Eem, what time would it be?" Midoriya ventured to ask.

"Anytime you want," Kirishima said.

"I can at six," Midoriya said, as he put away his supplies from the previous class and got ready for the next class.

"That time is perfect," He assured enthusiastically. "So I'll see you today at six?" A hint of emotion lived in his voice.

Midoriya nodded smiling at him.

A large part of him, he fluttered contently.

What mess had he gotten himself into? That wasn't even going according to plan, but he was losing his mind for Midoriya. If there was no plan, he made it up out of the blue, because his intentions did not match the original purpose.

By now it had been two weeks since Bakugou revealed that he hadn't had the first kiss from him. One week after he found out that Bakugou likes Midoriya; and one day he heard Mina's supposed confession during training.

In total, a series of events that unfolded as a result of his interest in knowing who Bakugou liked. But since he knew it and his friends knew it, he was no longer as sure as he was at the beginning of the process.

He somehow feared that things would get out of control. He feared that Midoriya would get hurt by Bakugou's harsh words. He was so afraid that everything would go overboard, that was why he decided to put reality on the table and speak to Bakugou in reference to what was happening.

He was afraid of all those things, but he wouldn't flinch in the process. He wouldn't, not when Midoriya was involved, not knowing that he was.

Lunch in the cafeteria was as noisy as every day used to be. It is almost routine to see the groups in the room, together at a table, sharing moments while each one ate what they liked to consume.

On the other hand, Kirishima ate his noodles with a piece of steak, without much preamble. However, he didn't count on Bakugou sitting next to him with a frown and his brows arched into a knot.

He was annoying.

Kirishima composed himself in his seat, knowing that he had pissed off his best friend by asking the boy he liked out. He knew beforehand that what he did was wrong, but he didn't regret asking Midoriya out.

Repenting is the last thing he would do.

"Is something wrong?" He dared to ask him, pretending to be calm with his company.

Bakugou shoved the chopsticks into his bowl of noodles and began to eat, grunting at his question.

"What does it look like it's happening?" Bakugou returned the question, making a fist on the table.

You could tell he wanted to make him ashes, but he would stand by and defend his position if necessary.

"I don't know, you tell me," Kirishima replied, lowering his eyebrows from his place.

At that, Bakugou stopped his work of eating the noodle bowl. He looked at him in disgust, then directed his hard reds at him. Fulminating and intimidating.

"You're the fucking problem, you fucking bastard," He pointed, making two fists with his hands, ready to hit him.

"Me?"

"How the hell do you think of asking Deku out?!" Bakugou demanded. His gaze screamed desperation, anger, frustration, sadness. Much sadness was in his eyes.

"What's wrong with asking Midoriya out?" Kirishima replied.

Bakugou tensed his body.

He evaded him, looking away from him.

"Choose someone else to train with you" It doesn't have to be Deku. It can't be him, damn it, "Bakugou warned

"Why not?" He said a little excited. "What's wrong with getting close to Midoriya? What is it that bothers you?"

"I hate your stupid face," Bakugou replied, punching the table. "How do you think of asking him out?! You can't fucking ask Deku out. Deku is completely useless, a good for nothing, he has nothing to give you if you want to be someone in life. Don't deal with him. Neither you, nor anyone else should approach Deku" As those words came out of his mouth, you could see the desperation of him on his face, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He couldn't hide himself forever in his miseries. He would have to face them sooner or later. And in Kirishima's eyes, the earlier the better, so as not to have to deal with the bad temper of his friend much longer. "Don't mess with Deku. Find someone else, like the dunce face or raccoon eyes, I don't know. Go with them, leave Deku alone. He is very well alone"

"And if I'm interested in spending time with Midoriya, what does that have to do with you?" Kirishima accused.

"Nothing!" He yelled. He would always yell when he was feeling very upset, or quite unable to answer something decent. "I'm not interested in anything that happens to his disgusting nerdy life. For me he can rot and I wouldn't care"

"You sure you wouldn't mind?" He darkened the tone of his voice.

He caught a glimpse of a slight tremble on the blonde's lips, indicating that he was scared. That he felt seriously cornered. Without escape.

He had taken his questions another point than anticipated, but he was too deep in the problem that he would defend his position at the cost of everything.

"Do what you want," Bakugou evaded without looking into his eyes, as they watched Midoriya eating with his friends at his own table; looking happy and chatting animatedly.

"Well, I will," Kirishima said, not the least bit of a doubt, since he didn't doubt a bit what he did and said. Bakugou growled, pursing his lips.

"I don't care"

Of course he cares. He's just playing tough, Kirishima rambled. Pretend like always, pretend not to admit it hurts to lose him. He returned his attention to the steak that was waiting to be eaten and began to cut pieces of it, in order to dissipate the enormous tension that was consuming him.

I wouldn't mind spending more time with Midoriya, because that's my problem.

He had understood that Bakugou threatened him through the wave of disparaging words that he ranted without according to him "flinching" in the process. Because he saw him tremble and scared in the middle of the conversation and not even a trace of doubt, he doubted it.

He understood that Bakugou didn't want him near Midoriya, but he also didn't want anyone to approach the adorable freckled boy, because of course, he wants him, but that does not exhume him from his mistakes and from what he understands, Midoriya has no partner, so so much is available in the market to approach you without fear of the other person.

"I don't mind spending my time with Midoriya," He boasted suddenly, exalting the blond, who made a face of having been taken under guard. Kirishima wanted to unbalance him, he wanted him to be sincere with his feelings for once in his life. For him to leave his pride for someone who deserved the time to meet him. "And if it bothers you, it's your problem, Bakugou, because I like to spend time with him." And with that, he got up from the table and went to the table of the object of his thoughts, leaving Bakugou to deal with his problems alone.

If he didn't want to admit it the hard way, he would do it the hard way.

If he wanted Bakugou to admit his feelings, he had to shake the explosive bomb that was his friend. If being tough on him would make him admit it, he wouldn't shy away from it.

He would destroy Bakugou's pride if necessary.

That afternoon when he went out to train with Midoriya he realized one thing. Good of several things.

On the one hand, he realized that Midoriya could keep up with him; besides that he could lift the same weight as him without problems.

Who knew someone harmless looking was so strong?

He was impressed with his stamina, so he chose to ask him about his training routine that he performed on his own, to which Midoriya replied that he did a lot of weightlifting, cardio, exercising with his own weight. Just as he also commented to him that he constantly recorded his progress in his analysis notebook, without caring if they were small progress, since all progress indicated that there was an improvement in his performance.

Kirishima found Midoriya's way of speaking very objective and entertaining. Even his mumblings were funny to him, instead of annoying as many of his classmates found that very typical way of speaking.

He amused himself quite a bit with his company, delighting in those idioms he used to speak, or his tender gestures that he used when he was nervous. The agitation on his face flushed with exertion, there was an image worth having hanging on the wall of his bedroom. Like an object worth appreciating when their eyes fell on his.

Finishing training after eight o'clock, they went to a small cafeteria, since Midoriya had a craving for coffee at that time, due to the energy he had and his desire to increase it aroused that whim in him.

The cool autumn winds charged into his mass, a warm feeling of refuge if the force of his weight and his movement were perceived properly alike.

The feeling of refuge was due to the company he had, not so much to the affections of the climate and their differences, but to who was speaking next to him that made his eyes connect with him. In that person that he took a frappe with the climate that he did.

Midoriya was one of a kind of him.

Unique among the crowd.

Unique for possessing that dazzling smile.

Unique because he was lost in the center of her eyes, as if to pay attention to what he was saying very animatedly. It had stayed where Midoriya said about his great admiration for Kacchan, but that had been spoken when they finished training.

Whatever Midoriya said in that period of time that they spent together, he went along with it just because.

Because it's about him.

And when Midoriya sees him with that smile, lifting his dark freckles, highlighting every feature of his face. He knew that he was lost.

That having gotten into the lives of others had charged an impossible bill to pay.

He had fallen hard, hash, and crash for him.

He fell without being able to do anything but fall.

He fell and couldn't correct it.

"Thank you for inviting me to train, Kirishima," Were the words Midoriya said in front of his door, as he had accompanied him to his house out of politeness and courtesy for spending time with him. "I had a great time. Thank you very much I had a lot of fun!"

"So am I, Midoriya," he said in conclusion.

With no choice, he left Midoriya at his house and then left for his, with a hard-to-digest fact present in his head.

He was in love with Midoriya.

And he could no longer do anything to correct that fact, because in essence, he was already predestined for it to happen.

Forgive me Bakugou, he wailed on the way back to his house. Forgive me for noticing Midoriya, but I won't stand idly by for your lack of attitude about it.

If you don't do anything, I do.

He clasped his hands, saying to himself: I won't stop just because we're friends. In love and friendship anything is valid.

And with that thought in mind, he arrived at his house, determined to take matters into his own hands. And not to be defeated by others. This was his problem, his feeling, his thinking, he wouldn't put it aside just for someone else. He would give everything for Midoriya to choose him now.