[English Translation] Please, hold on...🥀 (BNHA Fanfic, Kiribaku)

Chapter 8

(image of the chapter from @/valerio_vale1313 on Instagram)

(Bakugou's POV)

- The next morning -

The daylight filtering through the window illuminates my face.

I open my eyes and immediately I find a mass of red hair under my nose.

That's right... I stayed in bed with him yesterday.

I don't dare move, since I can still see him sleeping.

By now I am so accustomed to seeing him with my eyes closed...

I can't take my eyes off him. I enjoy those quiet and serene moments for a few moments.

His features stretched out, his hair scattered disorderly on the pillow and those lips that seem to be open in a smile.

I would almost kiss those fucking lips...

Ugh, I can't contain my feelings towards him anymore. It's simply impossible! I love him... Even too much, for my fucking taste!

I get closer and closer to him and I'm almost a breath away from kissing him, when Kirishima exhales loudly and giggles.

"I-it tickles..."

I jerk and retract myself. I accidentally tickled his face with my hair.

"G-good morning... Kirishima."

"Good morning to you..." He whispers to me, turning his head slightly.

"What's the matter, you can't keep your lips to yourself this morning?" he asks, maliciously.

"Tch... I wanted to wake you up by screaming in your ear!" I excuse myself, getting up from the bed, frustrated.

I hear Kirishima giggling behind my back and saying:

"Suure... I totally believe it!

"I can hear you!" I scream at him as I leave the room to prepare breakfast.

More smothered laughter.

That fucking laughter... I love it, for fuck's sake!

I shake my head, trying to chase that thought away, as I go down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Because of Kirishima I'm becoming a fucking wimp!

Well... It's certainly not something new.

I was the first one to fall in love.

Kirishima was the only one who wanted to know me, the only one who listened to me, the only one who trusted me as much as I trusted him... The only one with whom I built a real bond...

How can we not reward his enormous affection, by making him understand that I also cared for him? All of those little fucking gifts... And in the meantime, in order to be caring, I fell into the trap of love... Miseriacciaccia, look at the level of shit I've reached.

The fact is... I still love him... But I don't know if he loves me...

Perhaps he too is waiting to resolve the matter of memories first, and then to speak to me? That there is something in his memories that can help me understand?

Immersed in my thoughts, I set the table and begin to prepare the coffee.

Yesterday Ashido and Sero told us that they had organized something "special" and that the usual gang would meet for lunch at the mall... Also because we haven't met for too long, according to them.