By the time Ashido returned to the living room, she held the look of unease, as well as discomfort. She looked as if she experienced through something horrible. She stood there, staring at the floor in silence, clutching her shirt nervously. "Hey, guys..." She'd murmur, striking everyone right in the chest. "I'm going to bed now, see you tomorrow.."
You burrowed your brows, familiar towards human emotions. And by the looks of it, Ashido was not doing okay. Surely, the others noticed too, and you knew that you all wondered one thing.
Just what did Bakugou do to her?
Speaking of that egocentric cluster of anger, he was no where to be seen, you just assumed he returned back to his room, just like Ashido; who began walking away. Uraraka clearly didn't want to see her friend bottling up something that needed venting, and so she stood. "I'm going to have a talk with Ashido. If Bakugou really did do something to her then we have to know immediately!"
Midoriya kept his eyes on Uraraka rather closely, and even parted his lips to utter, only you spoke over him unintentionally. "Okay, be careful Uraraka." You replied, waving as she left.
Slumping back immediately afterwards, Kaminari cleared his throat. "..So the mood is wrecked." Perhaps it was for the greater good that they discontinued. Yaoyorozu stood up while clapping her hands together, a gentle smile tracing her lips. That grin of hers seemed to have lifted everyone's worries. "Let's just stop here. It would feel wrong to continue playing games while there is an potentially important situation at hand."
Midoriya had thought the same. He looked down, not saying a word which made it obvious that he also had something lingering in the depths of his thoughts. He pushed himself off of the couch to begin packing up the board games, Jiro helped him do so as well.
Kirishima stroked his neck, eyeing Kamainari. "Somethin's telling me that this ought to be your fault." He commented, forcing the other's jaw to drop. "He-Hey!! Don't blame me!"
Unknowingly, Kaminari lifted the atmosphere, perhaps it was due to his goofy attitude. And before all of you knew it, everyone was headed towards their designated rooms, all except for Midoriya. He sat against the couch, fingers intertwined with one another contemplatively, while his lips was drawn into anxious zigzags.
You, on the other hand, finished stacking the last box against the table, and then glanced back at the conservative male. "Something the matter, Izuku?"
He looked at you with a conflicted gaze, hidden with guilt. "I've been thinking about what Ashido said earlier, about Uraraka. I don't know what it is, but I feel... strange.." Suddenly keeping his sentence terse, he'd separate his hands, only to press one of them up to his forehead.
"After she told me that, I started.. having second thoughts about you. 'If you didn't come back into town, I would have started considering her.', Is what I thought in that moment." His head now met with his knees, revealing that not only did he feel guilt, but was trying to overcome a tough decision in the process. "It was terrible for me to think that.. I know, but..."
A gentle feeling snapped him back to reality. Your hand laid itself against his shoulder, it granted him a genuine understanding of relief. "Let's not talk about this right now, you'll pop a blood vessel. Go and get some sleep!" Patting him gently, Midoriya sat there, quiet for a moment, until an elated expression controlled his face. It was forced, however this went by unnoticed. He shot up to his feet, as your brief conversation was enough to help lift his depression. "Y-Yes ma'am!"
You giggled as he trampled off, however once he was out of sight, you released your breath, trying not to choke during your deep inhales. "Why was I so nervous?! I should have given him better advice than that..." You buried your hand into your face, smudging against it while groaning.
Meanwhile, Kirishima's room.
>[9:02 PM]<
The redhead closed his door behind him, and in doing so, he touched his lower lip, reminiscing on the earlier situation. His eyes gave off a silent temptation to see you again. "I feel bad about the kiss between us.. She looked so uncomfortable.." He'd mutter as he turned off his lights, slowly proceeding to sit against his mattress.
Taking off his shirt, and then moving his phone out his pocket, Kirishima got himself comfortable within his personal space, but had glanced toward his device that he was in the midst of resting against his bedside.
"Maybe I should get her number..."
Taking his eyes away, Kirishima laid his back against his bed with his phone, decidedly starting up a text with Midoriya.
You:
>Yo! You up?<
He stared at his screen for a while, but his eyes lit up as soon as he noticed that he read the message.
Midoriya is typing...
Midoriya:
>Yeah, I am. I'm just thinking about a few things... what's up?<
You:
>This might be a weird question, but I wanna know if have [Y/N]'s number?<
You:
>I mean, you are childhood friends.<
He felt worried. Did he seem like a stalker? Misleading? What if it made it apparent that he was interested in you? The male' index finger tapped against his device with nervous sweats in attempts to calm himself, but simply made things worse for himself the moment he saw the other begin to type once more.
Midoriya:
>...<
Midoriya:
>...Do you want it?<
Huh? He was really willing to give it to him? Now regaining his confidence, his thumbs moved on it's own in an instant.
You:
>Yeah please. That'd be great.<
Hopeful that he was bound to do what he asked, an intent stare was kept locked onto his device, worsening by every passing second. And once he got the green-haired boy's response, his heart would've dropped instantly.
Midoriya:
>I don't have it.<
It read. He wasn't sure if he was telling a lie or the truth, for jealously had always been discreet. Eyebrows knitted together, he would sigh deeply as he now set his phone face-down beside him, deciding to leave it on in case he received any new message. "I can always ask her tomorrow. It'll be a bit awkward though.." At least he had enough sense to know so.
Turning over and onto his side to face the wall, Kirishima laid there, eventually closing his eyes. With his consciousness slipping away, the male would've fallen asleep in only minutes.
Shifting onto his back, he faced the ceiling, mouth wide while he snored a bit obnoxiously, much to his dismay.
But being the light sleeper he was, Kirishima drowsily opened one of his eyes upon hearing something quite unfamiliar.
A thud.
His eyes took it's time to adjust to the steep darkness, and as soon as he could make out a figure standing within the mass of obscurity, he'd reach for his phone without any hesitation, shining that bright screen of his toward the towering entity.
The tension in him drained completely, and just as he showed the look of confusion, he inquired what was weighing on his mind. "Bakugou? What are you doing in here? I could've sworn my door was locked.." He expected his response shortly after, but no, there was nothing.
Kirishima brought his eyes away, looking behind him where he came to notice his closet had been parted slightly. The one who kept still finally moved, eyes on his phone where he could see the open conversation between him and Midoriya.
Looking back at the other, Kirishima locked his gaze, and it only took a minute for his friend to realize that one of his hands kept itself behind his back, confusing him even more. He tried to peer behind him, attempting to lift the atmosphere by his grin. "What's that? A present for me?"
Bakugou seemed to have flinched, while an oddly reformed look came across his face. His scowl delved into a grim line. He had realized that he wasn't taking the situation seriously.
Well, it was to be expected at least.
Once Kirishima's curiosity got the best of him, he stood up, phone in hand, and then turned the bright light over towards his side in yet another attempt to view what was hidden behind him. "Why are you being so quiet?"
The item behind his back budged even further behind his back, but getting Kirishima a little bit irritated, but what also subsided against his chest was concern. Bakugou lowered his eyelids, emanating a silent look of hatred.
Moving the item slowly, his hand around the handle could be spotted first. At first, the object could not be depicted, until a reflective glare bounced onto his face. He...
Was holding a knife.
[Chapter END]