Bestfriend Matchmaker pt 1 [EK]

                                    

                                          
[I recommend reading with white instead of black or yellow because of any images which may occur during the rest of the pages] 
                          
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Kirishima's POV: 
                          
I am Eijirou Kirishima. And I.... Well I am a faulsely red headed teenager... Recently ever since I had sex with my bestfriend.... He's been a bit different. Like he fell in love with the class rep. Don't get me wrong.. Class rep is a bit hot. 
                          
But it kinda hurts when someone you love so much stops hanging out with you like he used to just so he could go and bother his crush. 
                          
I mean I LIKE THIS GUY. Even if he is mean... He does have a soft spot. And he is pretty manly, so confident... Handsome... And... Okay okay... Friday he got rejected. WOOHOO for me since I got to... 

                          
Well flash back to me holding him while he sobbed. He was clinging to me for comfort.. Pshh anyway- Sunday night;
                          
I watched as he left the room flipping Mina off. Laying back on my bed. "Am I too annoying?" I question. 
                          
"Mmm no, If anything I'm more annoying..." Denki said. I nod, I could'nt really see him since I was staring at my white ceiling. I groan turning over and hiding my face in my army designed blanket. At this moment. I got the best idea I ever had... Well the most dumb... But same thing. I'd confront Iida and force him to date Bakubro- though that'd be hard. And like Iida is ace. Like Asexual, I dunno if he's Aromantic.  I just have to play matchmaker and wingman. 
                          
Monday morning, I rushed to class early since Iida usually was the first one there. I push the door open quickly, panting. Looking up to see if Iida was at his desk.... But..... He... Wasn't there? "Hey, Iida??" I call, cupping my hand by my mouth. Why wasn't he-
                          
"Yes?" I hear from behind me, quickly i turn around. Ah- there he was. I  step aside. "So.. How was your day yesterday...?" I ask. "I hope it was manly" I say smiling with my shark teeth..
                          
He looked away from me and entered going to his desk. "It could've been better..." he said. Man, when I tell you he sounded depressed- like more than usual... BRO I MEAN LIKE SINCE OCTOBER HE'S BEEN OUT OF IT AND THAT WAS EVEN BEFORE BAKUGO TRIED CONFESSING TO HIM- "So..." I start as I leaned on his desk when he took a seat. He took off his glasses cleaning them, then placing them back on his face. "Anything interesting happen since friday...? New glasses set...? Hmm, oh confessions?? Like love confessions at all??" I asked. 
                          
He coughed...by the look on his face when I said that,  I could tell he felt somewhat regretful. Hey ay ay, maybe it is possible to get them together. "No.. None at all..." he said. Fucking liar. "Alright, haha. Well, wanna sit with me at lunch?" I ask. He shrugged. "Sure.." he responded. I turn my head to see Bakubae at the door. I was about to walk to my desk but-
                          
"SHITTY HAIR COME HERE!!!" He boomed, oh yeah did I tell you he was back to his... 'Normal' self? "Coming..." I say with a nervous laugh rubbing the back of my head. I wander over and he yanks me out the room. "What the hell are you doing talking to Iida??" He questioned... Well besides that, he stilled called the manly class rep Iida instead of foureyes, flash or sonic. "Just... Talking... "
                          
"about what??" he asked... Almost eager. I laugh. "Manly stuff, You know since Iida's sooo manly and buff" I say... Making my voice deeper at the end as a joke. If I had to admit it... I am sort of jealous of Iida. Because he took my Bakubae. I mean Bakubro. "Sure... What the hell were you actually asking about??"
                          
"You don't beileve me?" I question, lifting a brow. "Of course not. Why should I beileve you? Give me one good answer, shitty hair." he stated, unhappily. This situation... Wasn't manly at all... "Well.. Because we're bestfriends? Aren't we..?" I say... Slowly.