My mind is racing. My thoughts are jumbled up, creating a multiverse of scenarios. My heart thuds, giving a baseline to my fears. I clench my pen, hovering the tip above the sheet of paper. My hints don't go through to him, but isn't it too much to give him this letter? I take a deep breath. I move my hand across the page, bloodred ink spilling my secrets into writing. I pause. How do I close this? Casually or formally? Finally, I scribble an ending and read what I've put into ink.

Hi. It's sudden, and honestly, stupid but...I really, really like you. You'll probably hate me, but I couldn't take it anymore.

I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cuz I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you.

-E.Kirishima

Argh! Is this the best I can do? I put my head in my hands and groan. Why did I put in SONG LYRICS?! Well, it's not like I'll be able to write anything better.
I pick up a white envelope and fold up the letter. I stare at it in the pocket. Closing it, I put a piece of tape on, then a tiny heart sticker. I slam my head into my desk. Something lands on my head, and I look up. I brush a piece of my flattened red hair from my face and hold up the picture that fell off my corkboard.
It's a Polaroid Mina took of him and I. My arm is loosely around his shoulders, my hands making peace signs. My bright hair is being blown to the side by the wind, poofing it everywhere. His face shows complete anger, his arms crossed. His hair is as fluffed as ever.
I smile softly, remembering all the fun we had together. I pick up the tack it was pinned with from the floor, and go to put it back up. I'm holding it up to the board when I notice something. I do a quick double take. How did I not see this? I stare, my heart skipping. No way.
His head is lightly resting on my arm.
I this moment, I was realizing something. I don't just have a crush on him. I'm in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

~°Bakugo's POV°~
I sat at my desk, my feet resting on the top. My eyes were closed, the music coming from my headphones drowning out the noise of the class. I was in the limbo of sleep when I felt a soft tap on my back. I ripped off my headphones and whipped around. I snarled, expecting to see that piece of broccoli, but I felt my face soften at seeing Kirishima.
"What, Shitty Hair?" I spat. I noticed the group of idiots he always was with beaming and whispering to each other.
"U-um...w-well..."