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I LIKE YOUR STYLE | JIROU KYOKA

SUMMARY → in which ( y/n ) asks her classmate with a very cool style out to the dance.

PAIRING → jirou kyouka x fem!reader

GENRE → yuri, romance, fluff, drabble

WARNINGS → gay panic, ig? & like one curse word

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → reposting from my old blog ( with the same name ) as it would not let me post anything anymore... anyway! still hope you like it <3

THE PREPARATION FOR THE school dance where in full swing. Something that will always be the on the agenda is; your date.

Swallowing thickly the spikey haired tseuro glares, not letting you back out this time, “You are going to go there and ask her. If you don’t I will blast your ass.”

“Ahw, you care about me!” you smile at the boy. Glaring at you, he holds his hand up that already started popping small blasts.

Slowly stepping back as you raise your hands at the spikey haired boy, you turn away as his glare intensifies.

Moving closer and closer to the girl, your stomach turns at all the possible horrible outcomes. As she was looking at her laptop, most likely figuring out the playlist as Jirou was set on musical duties by Yayorozu.

“I like your style!” you blurt out, eyes widening as the girl looks up. A soft smile tucks up her lip, “I like yours too.“ she replies.

Thinking about what that could mean for only a moment, you fiddle with your fingers, “So, uhm- I don’t have a date to the dance, and if you don’t either. Maybe, maybe we can go together.” you tell her, it didn’t really aound like an ask but maybe she picks it up.

“Like a date?” shs asks, slowly clapping her laptop close to give you, her full attention. Nodding at her question, you want to just take the L and leave. But the glare of your friend and the way his hands spark, jolt you back to turn back.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, “Yes, as a date.” you tell her. As her face crunches up in thought in a bit of an awkward manner. The confidence drains from your face, now thinking you imagined all the signs, “N-nevermind.“ you deny, wanting to leave.

“Wait, you like me?” she asks so suprised that you are unsure if you should answer. Nodding at the question, her brows raise, “Oh.” is all she says.

Shaking your head, you raise your hands, “If you- if you don’t. You’re not. That’s okay. I- I’m so sorry I asked.” you ramble out. Not being able to move bu the sheer embarrassment, you just look at your shoes.

“Pick me up at seven?”

Blinking quick, your head shoots up, “What, now?” you ask flabbergasted. Seen a small smile on her face, she tilts her head, “I would love to. Pick me up at seven.” she repeats.

Nodding fast, you can’t helo but smile brightly, “Okay.” you say, as you keep nodding. Making a chuckle escape the girl, “See you then.”

“See you then.”

TAKING A DEEP BREATH, you raise your head to knock on her door. Hearing a sniffle, you look back at your friends standing at the end off the hall.

Furrowing your brows as you see Kaminari lean against, Kirishima whom is leaning against Bakugou, while they whip their eyes, “They grow up so fast.” Denki cries out.

“So, manly, getting the girl.” Kirishima sniffles. Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile as you wave them away, “Stop staring. Your making it weird.”

“I can almost hear her voice, again.” Kaminari calls, as Bakugou screams at him to ‘shut the fuck up or he will ruin the moment’.

Choosing to just ignore their idiocy, you knock on the door. It opens fast, revealing a beautifully dressed Jirou, opening your mouth, then closing it, opening it again you just stare at the girl.

Your heart raises out of your chest as you take her in. The dress, the shoes, the girl. The girl! Your breath is just taken away.

Realising you have been staring. You swallow thickly, holding the flowers in her face, “Flowers.” you blurt out, completely putting your foot in your mouth.

“And a corsage.” you say a little softer. Smiling softly at the girl, as she takes the gifts she pulls you with her into the room.

“You- you look really nice.” you stutter, not quite sure what to do with yourself. As she sets the flowers in an empty vase, she turns back to you untying the tie Bakugou let you borrow.

Making your brows raise at her, “It’s not like that.” she denies, a flush blooming on her face, “I got you something.” she offers. Taking a lap of fabric from her nightstand, you keep still, as she raps it around your shirt. You look down at the crossover bow tie with a gemstone instead of a button.

“I thought it really suited you. And it does.” she mumbles. A content smile playing on her lips, as she traces the tie. Not wanting to break the moment you mumble soft: “Thank you, it’s amazing, Jirou.”admiring the girl infront of you.

Holding your hand out, you can’t get the smile off your face, “My lady.” you say.

As she takes your hand, she wraps her arm around yours, “My lady.” she repeats, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks.

To stund to say anything, you just smile bigly at the girl, “Let’s go, dork.” she mumbles. Pulling you with her to the dance.

“This is gonna be the best night ever.”

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