Chapter 4: Invited In

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Bakugo's POV:

I walk back into my dorm. Of coarse I'm not the first person he told! He's my best friend, does he really not trust me that much?! I tried to stay cool in front of him, make him think I don't care, but I'm furious! Why do I feel like this?!

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Wait-...

Did I just... call him my best friend?

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I've never said that before. Not even in my own head. I guess it was just kind of an understood thing. Whatever though. I'm still mad he won't tell me.

Mad...

Mad, and upset. He either A, doesn't trust me, B, is scared to tell me, or C, ... he doesn't want to be friends... 

No, it's either A or B, there's no way it's C. Right?

Whatever. I grab a piece of paper and a pencil and sit down at my desk. I start scribbling some doodles and just let the pencil flow. I'm pretty good at drawing. But that's because it's mainly about expressing you emotions, and things you like/dislike for me. Usually, now a days, when I'm not really paying attention and just letting the pencil flow, it turns into a rainbow over a valley/river, or a leprechaun with a pot of gold.  This time, it wasn't a subtle hint like usual. I let my pencil glide on the paper not thinking. There's me, and a shape behind me with six stripes. I get my colors and color it, not really paying attention to what I'm coloring.

 I get my colors and color it, not really paying attention to what I'm coloring

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Not very subtle huh. I guess I've never really accepted the fact that I don't like girls. Never have, never will. I look at the drawing. It's not really something I would hang up. I place it in between a couple of books on my bookshelf. That's a good home for it for now. I've always known I liked boys, but I still tried to find girls attractive. Fail. I know it's hard in this world to be LGBTQ+. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to accept the fact I'm gay instead of trying to push it down.

I look at my phone. 4:00. Almost dinner. I go and sit on my bed, scrolling through my gallery. I put my phone aside after seeing a picture of me and Kirishima. I grab my I-pad and a stilice. I start recreating to picture. 

 

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