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I am going to die here.
That's currently what Kyouka is replaying in her mind as she watches Yaomomo fight Kaminari.
She's just so unbelievably hot. Her hair is fully up, UA’s training uniform fitting on her snug as sweat licks down her face and neck. Kyouka thinks she could die happy from just watching her completely beat Kaminari’s ass.
She has that determined look on her face—the one she wears when she studies a hard topic or creates something with her quirk. And it just is so beautiful.
“You've got it bad.” Bakugou says from beside Kyouka, smirking his devil smirk. “Might as well let the whole world know.”
“You're no help, Bakugou.” She mutters back, digging her face into her jacket. “She just…”
“She's so sexy you could die.” Bakugou says in a highly feminine and mocking voice, flapping his arms around like an idiot. It's so unfunny that Kyouka snorts. “Just ask her out already. She's obviously into chicks. Y’know how lesbians are huge on being vegan and shit? I heard her telling Mina that she fuckin’ refuses to buy products testing on animals.”
Kyouka rolls her eyes. “That's a stereotype Bakugou.”
Bakugou Katsuki is the only one who knows about Kyouka being a lesbian. It was an unfortunate situation, and Bakugou found out easily. It was recently, thank the gods, but it still happened. Bakugou loves to be a little teasing shit, and he had gotten so far under Kyouka’s skin that she accidentally outed herself to him. Of course he didn't give a fuck, and moved on with his day. But Kyouka made him promise that he would keep it a secret—-so far he has kept the promise. He's now even more annoying and rude than before though.
“Yeah whatever.” Bakugou grunts, letting his feet rest on Kyouka’s legs. “People say stereotypes about gay guys all the time. You don't see me complaining’.”
That's another thing. Bakugou is a gay man, apparently.
When Kyouka had accidentally outed herself, he did not give a fuck, but he also outed himself, saying ‘same’ in a very monotone voice. Looking back on the conversation is very funny to Kyouka, not that she would tell Bakugou that.
“Bakugou, that's your opinion. Sometimes stereotypes hurt people.” Kyouka replies, throwing Bakugou's feet off her legs and letting them hit the ground. Bakugou groans in pain from his sprained ankle (Midoriya absolutely destroyed his ass) hitting the ground.
“You should go to recovery girl after this.”
“Yeah no fucking dip.” Bakugou laughs dryly, rubbing at his ankle.
‘Yaomomo wins!” All Might yells, his small form booming still. It's a bit shocking whenever Kyouka hears it. It's a bit scruffy but still has the same boldness.
Yaomomo and Kaminari both enter the room, smiling brightly. Kaminari has always been a good sport, it’s something that Kyouka admires about him. She knows deep down though that he can be very insecure, something she's tried to help her best friend get out of. “Good Job Denki,” she says as he sits by her and Bakugou. Bakugou says nothing, but she notes the small grunt of approval he gives Kaminari.
Yaomomo doesn't walk over to Kyouka and them, instead going over to Todoroki and letting him give her a small high five. Midoriya does as well, congratulating her on her win. Kyouka wishes Yaomomo would come over here so she could do the same. But she doesn't, staying with Todoroki and his little group instead.
Bakugou catches on, smirking again. “You wish that was you?”
Kyouka stomps on his injured ankle lightly, making the blonde hiss. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Goddamn it! You're such a bitch!” Bakugou roars, holding his precious foot in his hand. Kaminari seems frantic as he tries to offer a hand of help—Bakugou dismisses it immediately, telling the other blonde to fuck off. Kaminari doesn't, of course. He lets Bakugou rest his foot on the boy's lap. Kyouka watches the scene, feeling oddly…jealous? Its not like Kaminari and Bakugou were dating—-she would be very surprised if Kaminari was gay—but the act of affection itself was so…sweet. She wishes that would happen to her.
Training sucks after that, making Kyouka gloomy all day as she goes through her classes on autopilot. No one dares to talk to her as she scowls through her classes, not acknowledging the slow walking as she goes into the UA dorms. She feels miserable, and she doesn't even know why. Maybe she’s lonely just like always.
As soon as she gets to her room she slumps into her covers, not even bothering to take her uniform off. She wraps herself in her comforter, her pillow nice and cold as she lays her face on it. And it's not until she hears a knock at her door does she realize she fell asleep.
It's a timid knock, and Kyouka was surprised she even heard it to begin with. She groans though, stretching her back as she lifts the covers off her. She walks to the door, slow heavy steps making loud stomping noises. She feels very warm, like a fever as she opens the door.
Yaomomo is standing there with a tray of food, a shocked look on her face. Kyouka mirrors the look, eyeing the plate of food and Yaomomo’s agape mouth and wide eyes. “Hey?”
“Jirou, you're still in uniform?” Yaomomo questions, basically shoving herself into Kyouka’s room. The girl doesn't mind, stepping away from the doorway to give Yaomomo space. She looks down at her clothes, her uniform still on and very wrinkled. That's going to be a pain to iron… “I fell asleep…I think?” Kyouka says, watching tiredly as Yaomomo puts the plate of food down on Kyouka’s table.
Yaomomo says nothing, looking up at her and patting the floor. Kyouka doesn't need to be told twice, sitting down right next to the taller of the two on the floor. The lack of pillows makes her butt hurt but she doesn't say anything. Yaomomo sighs, “I will iron your uniform after we eat.”
Kyouka just watches Yaomomo’s face, her eyes tracing the barely there lines on her forehead and the dark red eye shadow that Yaomomo had on this morning. It's a bit smudged now—probably from practice—but it still makes her dark eyes pop. Her lips don't have any gloss or lipstick on but maybe chap stick? Kyouka isn't sure. She's not used to the lack of color though. “Iron?”
“Mhm,” Yaomomo hums, placing a bowl of soup in front of the tired girl. She looks down at it, watching Yaomomo’s long slender fingers retreat to put rice in front of Kyouka as well. “You’ll need it ironed for school tomorrow, do you not?”
“Nah-“ Kyouka clears her throat, feeling it tighten. “I mean yeah, I will.”
Yaomomo hums again, handing Kyouka a spoon and chopsticks. They don't say anything, but Kyouka does mumble a quiet thank you as she digs in. The room is quiet, something they both are not used to. Normally it's filled with soft or chaotic music, and talking. Lots of talking. But right now it’s completely silent, both eating quietly. Kyouka finds herself comfortable though, not feeling the nauseous feeling she normally does when it's too quiet. She can feel Yaomomo’s arm next to hers, bumping into her when they move to eat, and Kyouka feels so at peace. It's unfamiliar.
Yaomomo clears her throat, finishing off her food. “You didn't come down to dinner, I was nervous.”
“Oh.” Kyouka frowns. She didn't think that it would be that big of a deal? It's not like anyone notices things like that with a class of twenty. “I’m sorry? I was just a bit…tired?”
Yaomomo’s perfect posture deflates a little, her back slouching. It's barely noticeable but when you are a girl in love, you notice the smallest details. “Is everything alright?”
Kyouka tries to muster a positive smile, teeth and all. She doesn't think it works though because Yaomomo stays staring into her eyes, a confused and worried look. “I'm fine. Just…A weird week.” Yaomomo doesn't buy it—it’s all over her face—but she also doesn't pry. She looks down at Kyoukas’ uniform, nodding to herself before moving to collect all their dishes. “Take off your uniform and I'll iron it.”
“W-what?” Kyouka blushes, a common thing nowadays when Yaomomo even speaks.
The room feels ten times hotter as Yaomomo looks back over at her. “I've seen you change before, Jirou.” Yaomomo smiles her goofy little smile. The smile she gives when Kyouka is flustered or tells a joke. “I'll look away if you want me to.”
“Uh,” Kyouka feels her mouth go dry, cottonmouth. “Uh no, it's fine.”
She stands up, slowly but surely undoing her tie and unbuttoning her shirt. It's nerve wracking as she watches Yaomomo stack the dishes up on the tray, not even looking at Kyouka. But when she takes her shirt fully off, she feels those dark eyes back on her. It's a familiar feeling to the way Yaomomo looked at her back at the girl's sleepover. Dark hooded eyes and an agape mouth. Her cheeks are all rosy again, a dark red blooming onto dark skin. Kyouka feels ten times more nervous as she stands and slips out of her skirt, handing the items to Yaomomo. The other takes them, her hands somehow not shaking. And Kyouka, who is indeed shaking, walks over to her dresser and quickly changes into the first clothes she sees.
Yaomomo watches her every movement. The atmosphere is tense, and very warm. “I’ll…” Yaomomo pauses, averting her eyes to look at the plate of food. “I'll take these to the kitchen and iron these.”
And then she's gone, taking the plate of food and uniform with her at a hurried pace.
Kyouka sighs heavily when she closes the door behind Yaomomo, slamming her knees onto the floor. “Oh my fucking god.” Yaomomo just watched her change.