What is Love? Confession time!

[warpstar_rider]

Who: Bulba, Kirby
What: All of Iyo's dudes confesses this week Kirby confesses his feelings
Where: Cafeteria
When: Jan 12, Weds
Warnings: None...???

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[besteststarter]

For a while there, Bulba had thought he had been in the clear. Things had carried on just as they always had, and that was fine with him. Of course it was fine with him. Sure, telling Kirby how he had felt hadn't really gone the way he had planned but... But what? He wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Had he even had a plan? Bulba's heart still raced when he thought about it and what could have happened, both good and bad. He was still pretty happy with how things went, all things considered, because things could have gone a lot worse. Kirby could have thought Bulba was super weird. Maybe gays were gross. Things could have gotten really awkward and Kirby might have started to avoid him.

...

Like he had been avoiding him for about two weeks.

Of course he had noticed. It was hard to not think the absolute worst about it. Kirby must have figured out what he had really meant by it and... maybe he did think Bulba was gross for feeling that way. Maybe he really was that weird. Maybe he should have kept his big mouth shut. He had been able to keep it under wraps for a year, why not forever? Sure, going day to day watching him smile and not being able to tell him just how happy it made him or how much he loved being with him or... Well. Sure it would hurt. Sure he'd end up having to watch someone else tell him that. He'd be able to live with that if it meant they were still friends.

He just had no idea what they were right now. He very well could have wrecked everything with three little words, and he had no idea how he would fix it. If he could fix it. So he hadn't made a move to confront Kirby about it. He didn't know how, really. He was so afraid he had ruined everything and it had taken him so long to work up the nerve to say it in the first place that he just...

...Maybe it didn't matter.

So it was lunchtime. Wariness over the food in the cafeteria aside, it was really nice that it was open during break so he could grab something to snack on when it was too cloudy to get much sun and he was too jumbled up inside to make anything. He wandered out of the line with his newly acquired bag of baby carrots, and was popping one in his mouth when he noticed a very familiar pink head sitting at one of the tables. Bulba froze right where he stood, unsure of what to do in that moment. Go back in line? Try to leave? Talk to him? Stand there like a complete idiot with a carrot hanging out of his mouth?

That last option sounded really good. He was going to go with that one.