#「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」

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"Oiii, Midoriya! Come here for a second!" The bright red hero bounced in place, arms swinging and shoulders rotating. For as long as it took Izuku to come over, Eijiro made it a point to stretch and warm himself. "I've been training with Bakugo's explosions lately, but I kind'a wanna see if I can keep up with your kicks. What d'ya say?"

#multianime #multianime ; izuku #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」

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         being  a  textbook  overthinker  is  a  strong  suit  denki  is  not  particularly  known  for .    a  head  regularly  presumed  empty  has  worked  to  incessantly  churn  the  argument  on  playback  over  the  course  of  three  days ,   violet  staining  crescents  beneath  his  eyes  at  some  point  between  the  late - night  mumbling  and  a  time  wherein  he  doesn’t  even  remember  falling  asleep .     his  oh - so - gracious  host  is  left  at  a  loss  when  she  is  forcibly  tasked  with  shoving  him  awake  each  morning .    

as  much  an  empath  as  mina  prides  herself  in  being ,   it  ain’t  exactly  a  cakewalk  to  get  into  a  neurotic’s  mindset  when  he’s  the  one  insisting  that  he’s  fine ,   that  everything  is  fine    ;    practiced  charisma  a  much - appreciated  plus  in  attempts  to  persuade  his  longtime  best  friend  that  he  just  needed  a  little  breathing  space  from  the  situation .     because  that’s  what  they  have  to  call  it ,   now .    ‘ the  situation ’ .

this  was  all  before  denki  proceeded  to  peel  himself  from  eyesore - chartreuse  cushions  an  hour  late  each  day ,   and  the  reason  why  mina  now  harbors  heavy  concern  beneath  the  initial  irritation  as  she  beats  him  awake  with  a  pillow  for  the  third  day  in  a  row .

astonishingly  enough ,   through  all  the  budding  bruises  and  little  cricks  of  his  bones ,   denki’s  still  not  used  to  it  ----  confused  as  to  why  in  place  of  a  fluffy  orange  butt  sat  directly  on  his  face  is  a  firm  pink  hand ,   squishing  freckled  cheeks  that’d  never  quite  lost  their  baby  fat .  

the  phone  promptly  shoved  in  his  face  (  raw - eyed ,   drool - sticky ,   red  where  strong  fingers  have  imprinted  themselves  into  his  skin  )  reads  7:12  am ,   a  good  hour  and  some  past  his  normal  wakeup  time .    he  shouldn’t  be  so  pikachu - meme  shocked  when  this  scenario  is  the  direct  result  of  a  profuse  refusal  to  take  the  device  off  silent  mode  these  past  few  days  ----  afraid  to  wake  up  to  any  late - night  texts  or  calls .    

and  yet  here  he  is ,   eyes  squeezing  shut  as  he  mutters  his  third ,   grumbly  shit  this  short  week .

       ❛   seriously ,   dude ?   ❜      mina  chides  as  she  flips  through  the  unsung  alarms ,   each  set  five  minutes  apart  from  one  another  beginning  at  5:30  in  the  morning .    

getting  himself  out  of  bed  always  had  been  something  of  a  chore ,   emphasized  by  recent  reasoning  that  he’d  not  been  catching  more  than  half  a  wink  prior  to  that  exact  time  each  day .      ❛   you  teach  people  for  a  living  and  yet  remain  willfully  oblivious  to  the  very  accessible ,   very  convenient  do  not  disturb  function .   ❜      

she  lets  the  phone  fall  unceremoniously  onto  denki’s  lap ,   cushions  creaking  beneath  their  weight .       ❛   get  off  my  couch ,   spud .   ❜

he’d  love  to ,   actually .    every  node  in  his  spine  pops  in  agreement .

the  minutes  between  then  and  hurriedly  collecting  stray  pieces  of  clothing  off  the  floor  pass  in  a  rheumy - eyed  blur ,   other  possessions  that’re  repeatedly  tripped  over  a  courtesy  of  the  emergency  overnight  bag  he’d  emptied  out  over  the  week .    kept  in  the  back  of  his  car  for  situations  that  call  for  it ,   this  doesn’t  really  qualify  as  one  of  those  times .

        ❛   hey .    what’s  the  status  of  you  reevaluating  your  life  choices  so  that  you’re  not  crawling  out  my  door  late  to  work  in  the  same  inside - out  v - neck  you’ve  been  wearing  all  week ?   ❜      mina  prompts  in  midst  of  tossing  on  a  jacket  as  gaudy  in  design  as  the  rest  of  her ,   somehow  completely  comprehending  what  vague  semblance  of  shut  up ,   shut  up ,   shut  up  denki  conveys  through  hand  gestures  in  between  hurriedly  scrubbing  his  teeth .

without  time  to  style  his  hair  this  morning ,   he’s  left  to  ruffle  through  the  unkempt  locks  in  his  reflection  through  the  elevator  doors ,   displeased  in  how  they  refuse  to  obey  any  law  of  gravity  but  deciding  that  he  might  as  well  just  go  ahead  and  look  as  shitty  as  he  feels .    hurts  less  to  acknowledge  it  himself  before  mina  eagerly  relays  just  how  divorced  he  looks  mere  moments  later .

         ❛   you’re  gonna  have  to  talk  to  him  eventually ,   ❜      she  reminds  him  just  before  they  part ,   chaste  kiss  pressed  to  either  cheek  and  equally  reciprocated .      ❛   before  it’s  too  late .    i  know  you’re  both  pretty  keen  on  letting  things  fester ,   but  how  ‘bout  you  just  nut  up  before  your  idiot  boy  pride  makes  things  completely  irreversible ?   ❜   

at  her  humble  suggestion ,   denki  mulls  on  the  air  of  an  amused  hum ,   shouldering  open  one  of  the  glass  doors  for  her  to  walk  through  first .      ❛   my  idiot  boy  pride ,   huh .    s'a  little  misandristic ,   don’tcha  think ?   ❜

she  replies  with  a  wag  of  her  middle  finger  in  the  air  behind  her ,   a  stark  gesture  that  bakugou  would  appreciate  and  that  denki  hates  thinking  that  bakugou  would  appreciate .    he  silently  curses  mina  once  for  the  reminder ,   then  again  for  her  uncanny  talent  of  always  being  right .

on  that  note ,   he  mentally  checks  ‘ idiot  boy  pride ’  as  a  contender  for  the  working  title  of  an  eventual  autobiography .  

           lunch  passes  by  a  lot  more  slowly  in  the  days  he’d  been  forcibly  weened  off  of  bakugou’s  cooking .    left  to  survive  off  what  loose  change  could  nab  from  the  vending  machines  outside  and  random  snacks  found  throughout  the  cabinets  of  the  teachers’  lounge ,   denki  finds  that  whey  milk  and  loose  granola  by  the  fistful  are  not  all  that  amazing  a  combo .   

mina  is  wise  beyond  her  years .    this  is  a  meal  of  a  divor - fuckin’ - cee .

actually ,   the  sudden  absence  of  a  balanced  diet  may  even  be  reaching  the  point  of  a  pressing  health  issue .    when  he  brushes  granola  grains  off  his  shirt  ----  now  worn  correctly ,   after  having  uncomfortably  fumbled  with  it  in  his  car  earlier  ----  he  notices  how  tight  his  chest  has  begun  to  feel  over  the  course  of  the  morning .    an  ache  like  a  scream  that  won’t  come  out .    he’s  bound ,   yes ,   and  dry  granola  has  probably  not  made  the  trip  down  his  esophagus  very  easy    ;    but  had  the  pain  always  been  so  prominent ?

❛   didja  check  twitter  yet ?   refresh  your  timeline  ----  look ,   see ,   it’s  trending !  ❜ 

denki’s  attention  piques ,   turning  towards  the  flood  of  students  rushing  by  the  lounge  door .    on  their  way  back  to  their  classrooms  to  ride  out  the  last  few  periods  of  the  day ,   he’s  not  surprised  to  see  so  many  of  their  eyes  glued  to  their  phones  as  they  walk ,   given  that  lunch  and  homeroom  make  up  the  only  two  slots  of  time  wherein  students  are  allowed  access  to  such  devices .

their  conversations  spill  in  a  slew  of  muddled  topics   :   is  the  villain  big ?    how’d  you  do  on  that  art  history  exam ?    shouldn’t  he  have  backup?    my  sister’s  taking  me  to  that  new  poke  bowl  restaurant  tonight .    is  he  breathing ?    cats  can  doggy  paddle ,   can’t  they ?    blasty’s  a  top - five !   indestructible !    i  hope  i  have  a  team  one  day .    but  so  was  jeanist ,   and  look  what  happened  to  him .

          ❛   bla ----   ❜      denki  starts ,   sparing  a  few  minutes  heading  back  himself  to  fish  his  phone  from  his  cardigan .    he’s  usually  never  without  it ,   idly  recalling  a  time  in  their  youth  where  bakugou  would  have  to  manually  pluck  it  from  his  grasp  so  that  he’d  settle  into  bed  for  the  night .    over  the  past  few  days ,   though ,   he's  been  more  than  content  to  break  character  and  distance  himself  from  the  buzz  of  social  media  under  some  years - too - late  guise  of  self - care  and  breaking  addiction .

waking  his  phone  now ,   the  top  notification  banner  reads  a  single  message  from  his  current  roommate .    

are  you  ok?

below  it ,   an  informal  update  from  twitter ,   alerting  him  of  exactly  what  his  curiosity  demands  to  be  sated  with  right  now .

 trending  in  heroics    :    #BLASTYEXPLODO .

he  doesn’t  need  a  little  shoulder  mina  angel  to  tell  him  that  reading  about  his  ex  is  technically  just  the  time - sensitive  equivalent  of  purposefully  sifting  through  bakugou’s  online  presence   ;    mostly  because  the  app  is  barely  flicked  open  when  the  tightness  across  his  chest  constricts  to  a  sudden ,   sharp  PANG .    

it  doesn’t  take  some  deep  search  to  unearth  the  context  of  his  students’  obsessive  chattering  nearby ,   considering  that  his  entire  timeline  is  being  consistently  updated  with  live  footage  from  the  scene .    a  bird’s - eye  view  of  the  site  below  captures  where  several  heroes  can  be  spotted  as  moving  dots  along  the  destruction  of  the  outskirts    ;    all  save  for  one ,   reported  to  have  been  caught  in  the  fray  after  a  building  collapsed .

fingers  press  deep  into  the  pain  of  his  chest .    his  shoulder  hits  the  wall  to  support  his  weight ,   face  paling  as  he  forces  himself  to  read  the  oncoming  slew  of  tweets  one  by  one .    a  lot  are  unhelpful  ----  mere  wishes  for  blasty  to  hang  in  there ,   some  questioning  where  he  is ,   false  memoriam  by  people  denki  knows  bakugou’s  never  met ,   lots  of  clickbait  for  merch  and  inappropriate  thirst  posts  layered  in  between .    

nothing  gives  him  a  solid  answer .    because  nobody  has  a  solid  answer .

lacking  the  word  association  necessary  to  properly  reply  to  mina’s  text  without  stirring  either  concern  or  cause  for  a  possible  lecture ,   he  shoots  something  quick  to  kirishima  instead .

hey  man ,   thanks  for  everything  lately .    i’ll  feed  the  cats  tonight .    can  you  do  me  a  solid  and  leave  a  key ?

           the  car  ride  home  is  as  long  as  ever  in  traffic  surrounding  the  incident .    every  instance  of  a  top  hero  barely  escaping  the  brink  of  death  is  all  but  a  grim  reminder  that  life  is  short ,   speaking  volumes  to  average  citizens  rushing  home  to  spoil  their  families  before  everything  settles  back  into  a  regular ,   non - life - threatening  routine  for  them  tomorrow .

shortly  after  lunch  (  and  trying  to  shake  off  what  he  was  certain  were  signs  of  a  small  heart  attack  ) ,   denki  decided  that  there  was  no  use  cutting  his  day  short  to  make  an  appearance  at  the  scene .    rapid  updates  from  twitter  and  associates  alike  informed  him  that  blasty  had  eventually  made  it  out  on  two  legs ,   triumphant  as  ever ,   before  being  escorted  to  an  unspecified  hospital  in  order  to  avoid  the  public  eye  in  his  recovery .

denki  takes  his  chances  in  calling  his  mom  between  catching  every  red  light ,   hope  breaking  in  a  small ,   audible  whimper  when  she  doesn’t  answer  his  one - or - nine  calls .    bakugou  wasn’t  the  only  victim  in  today’s  events    ;    he  rationalizes  that  nariko  is  probably  up  to  her  neck  in  new  admissions  regardless ,   but  the  thought  doesn’t  exactly  bring  him  any  peace  of  mind .

breathe .    an  impossible  demand  to  meet ,   but  one  necessary  to  keep  his  electricity  from  snapping  at  the  wheel .

he  doesn’t  exactly  know  why  he’d  even  bothered  showing  up ,   sluggish  steps  treading  the  long  lengths  of  tiled  hallway  leading  to  bakugou’s  residence .    not  really  any  use  hanging  around  an  empty  apartment  all  night    ;   even  despite  the  pressing  matter  of  the  question  mark  tacked  behind  his  current  living  situation .    he’s  not  really  looking  to  task  himself  with  packing  just  yet .

             ❛   it’s  just  something ,   ❜      denki  tiredly  tells  himself  aloud  at  the  foot  of  their  doorstep ,   head  tipped  to  the  ceiling  in  a  brief  moment  of  reprieve .    the  sentiment  resonates  as  somewhat  redundant .    it’s  always  something .    he’s  got  a  million  somethings  in  his  life  that  he’s  never  cared  to  name ,    piling  one  over  the  other  in  the  corner  of  his  mind  without  thought  to  the  mental  repercussions  dealt  to  everyone  involved .    

maybe  there’s  only  one  something  afterall .    maybe  the  common  denominator  was  just  him .

tip  of  his  shoe  peels  back  the  corner  of  the  mat  he’d  insisted  on  laying  there  some  short  while  ago ,    the  key  tucked  beneath  it  shining  in  the  hallway  lighting  once  its  cover  is  disturbed .    bless  his  heart ,   but  kirishima’s  not  very  creative  in  his  hiding  places .

this  copy  is  as  shiny  and  unbroken - in  as  the  one  bakugou  had  given  denki  when  he  first  moved  here ,   spare  a  few  spots  of  dirt  he  brushes  off  before  lodging  it  into  the  keyhole .    

without  a  set  of  miscellaneous  dangling  objects  attached  to  it ,   the  action  of  turning  a  bare  key  into  the  lock  takes  him  back  a  full  year  ago  ----  wherein  he’d  rigidly  haunted  this  exact  spot  on  a  matless  tile ,   uneager  to  begin  a  new  phase  in  his  life  eventually  titled  reversed  strength .

unlike  back  then ,   however ,   the  key  is  met  this  time  around  without  resistance  in  its  lock ,   nothing  to  combat  it  as  it  turns .    the  door  before  him  is  open .     presently .

his  stomach  drops .    

hesitant  to  ease  himself  inside  when  so  actively  adorned  in  hair - raising  suspicion ,   denki  is  met  with  the  usual  stagnancy  of  an  empty  apartment  ----  no  wafts  of  food  cooking  on  the  stove ,   no  sound  of  the  television  on  for  background  noise ,   no  cats  tripping  over  each  other  to  greet  him  with  a  howling  demand  for  kibble  and  petty - pets  (  which  smarts  a  little ,   considering  his  absence  ) .    

there  is  dim  warmth  from  sunlight  pouring  through  the  windows  and  little  else .    not  even  a  speck  of  dust  found  to  sift  through  it .    he  wonders  if  kirishima  had  simply  forgotten  to  lock  the  door  behind  him .

and  yet ,   even  with  this  thought  in  mind  ----  this  silent  prayer  ----  denki  still  holds  a  name  on  his  tongue  as  he  steps  fully  into  the  apartment ,   pocketing  the  key  where  its  triplet  sits  unperturbed  a  few  feet  away .    it’s  a  momentary  struggle  to  find  his  voice ,   and  he  doesn’t  recognize  the  sound  that  comes  out .      

          ❛   k ------- ...   katsuki ?   ❜

@blstys​ .

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My Own Worst Enemy

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Cut is for length, not for content.

Of all the things that Kirishima had done in his life, including getting accepted to UA, the top hero school in the country, it all seemed like absolutely nothing compared to being able to kiss Bakugou Katsuki.

And not just kissing him. Kissing him in his room. On his bed. No one else had ever even been allowed to go into his space in the dorm, and although there wasn’t much to speak of so far as belongings went (Bakugou was pretty minimalist), he did have an actual bed. He could still remember the first time Bakugou invited him in, his heart pounding, and he lit up into a smile.

“Dude! No futon?! Seriously?”

Bakugou had rolled his eyes. “When my quirk manifested, I had to have more space, and if I didn’t sleep on a mattress I got pissed and burned holes in the floor.”

Kirishima stifled back a laugh as he jumped onto it. It was the most comfortable surface he had ever been on: a little firm but also soft. Pillowy. “That sounds like you, for sure. Does Momo know you have a bed too?” he teased.

“No. And it’s going to stay that way, Shitty Hair.”

He wasn’t sure what else they did that day. Probably studied, maybe watched some videos on his phone, but he knew that at some point he had put his head on Bakugou’s shoulder and dozed off. Class had been busy that week, he recalled, and he was stressed, and with his back pressed against the wall Bakugou had been so close and warm and…

If someone had asked a year or two before if he ever thought he would wake up with a blanket around himself and Bakugou stroking his hair...well, he would have just zoned out and fantasized about it for a minute, then shaken his head and said it would never happen. And yet. It happened, Bakugou’s fingers carding through his hair, quite obviously breaking up the product so it was soft and mostly down when he sat up.

“What?” Bakugou had asked, a pink glow brightening the bridge of his nose.

Kirishima didn’t know how to answer. In fact, he hadn’t known how to for weeks until finally he was in that room again, and he blurted that he had wanted so much for Bakugou to kiss him that night, and Bakugou stared at him and then…

Kissed him.

Had it seriously been that simple?

And sure, maybe he would like to say now that it was a romantic movie kiss with all the bells and whistles. He would have liked to look back and say that Bakugou Katsuki, who would never let anyone come even in arm’s length of him physically or emotionally, swept him off his feet, but...it was awkward, leaving him wondering if it was his first kiss too. One with too much teeth, a tongue thrust into his mouth like a creature seeking a hiding place, and at some point he thought he cut himself on one of Kirishima’s canines. A false alarm, but an alarm nevertheless.

“I guess we’ll just have to practice,” Kirishima joked, his smile turning melty when Bakugou fingered one of the spikes of his hair.

“Whatever.” Bakugou had been dismissive that day, but the following afternoon, he dragged Kirishima into his room. Then again. And again.

And he really had improved. He wanted to ask, to tease, if he had been practicing on some other pair of lips, but he was too busy falling into that warm afternoon of sunshine and ice cream and a cool breeze and all his favorite things wrapped up into one that was Bakugou kissing him. His memory about everything else sucked (at least that's what Aizawa would say) but this…this he gripped tight in his brain.

Bakugou's arm around his waist, holding him against his front where he laid on his side.

Warm, soft lips opening and then closing over his, brushing one moment, pressing hard the next.

The wet noises, the little breaths, even the brush of his fingers against his cheekbone.

If Kirishima opened his eyes - and he didn't often because Bakugou somehow always caught him and snarled at him to “stop fucking staring, weirdo” - he could see how soft Bakugou's face would become. The eyebrows normally knit in an angry 'v’ would go loose. Maybe even turn up a little. The angry line of his mouth now came in to touch his, open or puckered slightly or…

Bakugou's phone vibrated.

“Really?” Kirishima chuckled, balling his fist into Bakugou's black shirt like he was going to fight him. “You left your phone on?”

“Like you turned yours off.” There was the glare again.

“It's at least on silent!” The vibrations started again, obnoxiously loud on Bakugou's dresser. “Want to get that?”

“Fuck ‘em,” he grunted, and he gave Kirishima's bottom lip a wet lick, kissing him again as soon as his jaw dropped. “I'm busy.”

Busy. That was about the extent of it. Whenever Kirishima was in his room and either one of their friends or a classmate or even Midoriya came by, he was always “busy.” Or, if they called him while they were out together eating lunch or dinner in the city, he was “fucking busy.” And if they wandered back into the dorms together and anyone even breathed in Bakugou’s direction to ask where he had been, he’d scream that it wasn’t any of their fucking business.

Kirishima waited for that to bother him. He waited for some sort of pain to settle in, to feel maybe a little bitter or angry or upset, that Bakugou wasn’t telling everyone about him. But then...he liked this. He liked having this something with Bakugou. And he loved everything that went with it, too.

When the phone finally got to the edge of the table, Kirishima pushed Bakugou away to reach out for it. “Oh my god, dude, I can’t handle it anymore. If you’re not going to answer it, at least let me.”

Bakugou groaned as he rolled over on his back, and Kirishima had zero doubts that he would have just let it dance to the edge and clatter to the floor. “Do what you want.”

Kirishima pressed the button on the side of the phone, and there were several texts from Kaminari. Many of them were just Bakugou’s name, but the most recent one said, “Baku, you have to come see this guy. He’s huge. He has some apex predator quirk?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Kaminari is talking about some...guy?”

Bakugou took the phone and glared at the screen for a second before he swung his legs up to stand next to the bed. Okay, maybe now Kirishima regretted messing with the phone. He wanted to go back to kissing, and instead Bakugou opened his door. A new challenger had approached and Bakugou clearly had to see if his territory was being threatened. “Come on. Let’s check it out.”

Once they were both out in the hall, they could see and hear clearly that there was a commotion down by the common room. Both boys and girls from not only 1-A but other classrooms were gathered around a single figure, a figure so tall that they loomed over the heads of the students. It was hard not to notice the dramatic bearing of the person who frankly looked more like a teacher than one of their own, and it was only the uniform that gave it away. He (Kirishima didn’t want to make assumptions about gender, but it was difficult not to, given his physical appearance) was broad-chested, and he had the traits of a lion. Kirishima had seen other people with animal characteristics - Tokoyami, of course, and Hound Dog came immediately to mind - but this guy was…a lion. With a gorgeous full mane around his head, gold eyes, and rich sandy fur that seemed to cover his entire body. When he smiled, he showed off perfect, sharp teeth.

“Wow,” Kirishima breathed.

“What?!” Bakugou snapped.

“Nothing! He’s just…” He whistled low, avoiding Bakugou’s narrowed gaze. “You have to admit he looks really cool.”

“Appearances aren’t everything,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as they wandered up to where the crowd was a steady buzz of sound. When he heard Kaminari’s voice, Bakugou glanced up again when he joined them. “So what’s with this guy, Drooly?”

Kaminari’s face appeared as excited as Kirishima felt. “So his name is Yuri, right? I mean, that’s not really his name, but that’s what he chose for his exchange name. And he’s a transfer student from a sister city in another country and he’s going to live with us for a few weeks and he’s super nice and cool and --”

“Fuck, just suck his cock already,” Bakugou interrupted, rolling his eyes. “What about his quirk?”

“Oh yeah!” Kaminari, as always, was completely unfazed by Bakugou’s attitude. “He was talking about how he has this quirk that kind of jives with his lion genes from his dad’s size of the family, and he can, like, grow his fangs and his claws and run really fast and --”

“I guess it doesn’t suck,” Bakugou concluded. “Where does he rank in his school?”

Kirishima elbowed him lightly. “Somehow I doubt he’s bothered talking about where he places in grades, unlike some people...”

“Actually, he’s third! Just like you, Bakugou!”

He couldn’t be entirely sure, but did Kirishima see Bakugou just tense slightly? Sure, he could get pissy about the fact that Iida and Yaoyorozu were both ahead of him, but Yuri wasn’t even enrolled at UA. Why did he care?

“Excuse me.”

Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari turned at the sound of the voice. Yuri was standing right in front of them, two duffel bags casually over one shoulder, and the crowd had parted but remained hovering around him, watching the interaction with close interest. He smiled, and Kirishima had never thought that he would care that much about what someone’s voice sounded like, but Yuri could read the dictionary and he’d be happy. It was smooth and rich, the deepest voice he had ever heard, and despite his accent, he spoke their language flawlessly. “Are you Kirishima Eijirou?”

“Me? Yeah. Yeah! Hi!” Why was he feeling nervous? He shook his hand rather vigorously. “Nice to meet you!”

“I read about the fight you were involved in when you were serving as intern with Fatgum and cooperating with the professional heroes in this region. It was very impressive.” Man, oh man, that voice. So manly. “When I saw that I would be staying in your school’s dorms for a week, I hoped I would be able to meet you.”

Kirishima blushed, and it was only because he had turned his head down sheepishly that he caught the expression on Bakugou’s face, one that was close to scathing. “You’ve probably heard of Bakugou Katsuki, too!” Kirishima blurted. “He won the sports festival during our first year.”

“Ah, yes.” It was hard to read the tone Yuri’s words took on, then, but he spoke slowly. Deliberately. “You were quite something, Bakugou. Although it did not seem you were satisfied with the result, despite your success. I could not help wondering if your fellow classmates appreciated your careless regard for your win.”

Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged a glance.

“Maybe they should have been fucking better, and they could have gotten that piece of shit medal, then.” Bakugou squared his shoulders. Kirishima knew he was waiting for Yuri to throw some other slight his way so he could knock it out. That’s usually how these interactions went, anyway.

But it never happened.

It was like a light switch being flipped. Rather than following up, Yuri returned his full attention to Kirishima, blinking slowly as his dark lips spread into a grin. “I will be staying here in the city for some time. Perhaps we could go have some dinner together?”

It took Kirishima at least ten seconds to realize that he was being asked out. And maybe it wasn’t a date but...it wasn’t not a date either.

“Maybe!” he finally chirped. “That could be fun, right, Bakugou?”

He wished he was more surprised when he turned to see Bakugou stalking away. Yet somehow, that was just the way he was: Bakugou Katsuki, volatile and yet somehow completely predictable, more ticking time bomb than hand grenade.

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“I don’t like that fucking guy,” Bakugou said as he stabbed his spicy curry with his chopsticks. He hated that he kept glancing up at Kirishima talking to that giant housecat. They would grin and talk, and now and then he would catch him flexing for Kirishima, or showing his sharp claws, or…

“I think he’s nice!” Ashido gushed, sipping her tea. Kaminari and Sero nodded in agreement, and he scowled at all of them. What did they know?

“You would.”

“I think he’s just pissy because Kirishima is spending more time with Yuri than he is with him,” Sero pointed out, like Bakugou wasn't sitting right there in front of them.

“Fuck off. I don’t give a shit who he hangs out with.”

“Oh yeah? Is that why you keep shoving Kirishima into the classroom when Yuri is calling for him down the hall?” Kaminari volunteered.

“Or why when Aizawa was going to partner Yuri and Kirishima for sparring you practically screamed that you volunteered to fight Kirishima instead?”

“Or when you pretty much yelled in his face that Kirishima had a study date with you and that’s why he couldn't go out for karaoke?”

“All right, you fucking asshats, I didn’t ask for your opinion!” When Bakugou got up, his chair clattered to the floor behind him. He didn’t have to listen to this shit. Flipping them off, he stormed over to the garbage can to throw away the remnants of lunch. Hell, he’d barely touched anything. He had thought when he bought Kirishima lunch that he would finally get a chance to just sit down with him and talk for five seconds, but the minute Yuri came over, that had been it. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a surprise that he lost his appetite.

As he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed out to the lawn, kicking the door open in front of him, he could still hear those three fuckwits laughing in his ears. They hadn’t been wrong, and that was the worst of all. It made his insides feel as explosive as his hands when he thought about each of those occurrences. And not once had Yuri been a shit to him about it, not like Bakugou would have been if the tables were turned. Despite his big, bad appearance, Yuri completely tuned him out, his entire focus on Kirishima.

Kirishima, who definitely didn’t seem opposed to the attention.

And it wasn’t like Bakugou had gone silently into this whole situation. He had mentioned it to Kirishima at least several times. “I don’t get why you even like hanging around him,” he said, lying on the bed. He had wanted to go back to where they were that first day, but Kirishima kept sitting up, legs crossed, looking at his phone and reading over snippets of translated articles about Yuri and his school. “Don't get used to him. He’s going to be gone before you know it.”

“He’s really an awesome guy,” Kirishima said, not looking up. “He’s in all these clubs, and he interned for a big-name hero in his country. He has a lot of great stories! Give him a chance!”

“I have to focus on school. And you should be, too, jackass.”

Kirishima had shoved him over, grinning down at him. “I’ll catch up on studying! I promise.”

The whole scenario had left a bitter taste in Bakugou’s mouth.

“Bakugou?” Even at the sound of his name, Bakugou didn’t turn as he kicked his way through the manicured grass. He didn’t have to. He recognized Yuri’s voice immediately, the cadence with which he said his name, the consonants popping on his tongue. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Better keep up, then. I’ve got shit to do.” Maybe he would get tired of following him. Why was he here? He didn’t want to talk to this guy…

Even despite his efforts, he could hear the grass crunch as Yuri jogged up to his side. The wind rolled across the quad, ruffling his mane in a way that made Bakugou hate him even more, because it was perfect, like a goddamned commercial with his stupid face on it. “There is something I am not clear about, and I have been unable to confirm this with you or with Kirishima.”

“Yeah, what?”

“Is Kirishima your boyfriend, or is he not?”

That got his attention. Bakugou stopped walking. “What the...why the fuck are you asking me that?”

Yuri put his hands on his wide hips, and Bakugou hated how much taller he was, forcing him to crane his neck up. “I can tell that there is something between the two of you, but...you are never...particularly kind to him. There is a physical chemistry, but I cannot tell if you have a relationship or if you do not.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure what he was going to say but even the start of the word crackled and dissipated in his throat. He tried again. Nothing. “That’s none of your fucking business!” he finally expelled. That had worked fine before with everyone else.

And yet…

“It is my business, Bakugou,” Yuri said patiently. “Because I wish to court Kirishima, but I cannot do this if I do not understand the nature of your bond.” Now Bakugou was fuming. Courting? Bond?! “Are you intimate with Kirishima? Are you engaging in --”

“Shut up! Don’t ask me that shit!” For lack of further response, though, since Bakugou did not want him to continue that line of questioning, he finally allowed himself to admit, “But yeah, we make out and stuff.”

A slow nod. “But you are not boyfriends?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?!”

“So...you are not.”

“I...We…” Bakugou felt like he was choking. Suddenly he was reminded of the sludge monster, of drowning in the black ectoplasmic goo when he was trapped by the League of Villains. As much as he wanted to reply, he couldn’t. Couldn’t focus, couldn’t find the words, couldn’t get the air behind what might have been the words.

Yuri’s expression changed. Suddenly he seemed less annoyed, and more...sympathetic, and that only made Bakugou’s rage build. “Do you have feelings for him?”

Bakugou wanted to run away. “Do I look like the kind of asshole who would make out with someone I don’t care about?”

“Have you spoken with him about how you feel?”

“He knows!” Small explosions set off in Bakugou’s palms without him even intending for them to, and his voice had become so shrill it echoed in the field. Kirishima knew. He had to know. Right?

Yuri didn’t look away, not even flinching from Bakugou’s quirk triggering. His words were flat. Calm. “Are you certain? Perhaps your ‘making out’ is enough for him. Maybe you are not together because he is waiting for someone who is more deserving of him. Someone who will treat him like a whole person, who will do ‘stuff’ with him but also be kind. Who will love him.” He shrugged. “Maybe he does not want you.”

Maybe he does not want you.

Bakugou didn’t remember what happened between the field and his dorm room. He might have bitten off another curse at Yuri, or he might have just run away. It didn’t matter. His stomach was in knots, and it hurt worse than when All Might had gut-punched him during their exams in the first year. His brain was trying to play back recordings of every conversation between him and Kirishima, and each one brought back...nothing. He had always been left assuming that this - whatever this was - worked for Kirishima, that he was happy with it.

But now…

Doubt.

Doubt that left him lying on his bed for several hours until there was a knock at the door. One that he recognized. God, was that how well he knew him? That he could tell when it was him knocking on his dorm room door? Bakugou stayed where he was, until he knocked again.

“Bakugou? You around?” he finally called.

“Go away.”

“That sounds like a ‘yes’!” Fuck, he could hear his smile, and it hurt to picture it, to recall the taste of it. “Can I come in?”

“Which part of ‘go away’ don’t you understand, Shitty Hair?”

Of course the door opened, and Kirishima walked in like he owned the place. He had changed out of his uniform into his t-shirt and shorts, plopping down on Bakugou’s bed across from him. “You know that if you don’t tell me just ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I’m going to interpret what you’re saying as Bakugou-speak for ‘I want you around but I’m too much of a baby to tell you.’”

“Oh, fuck off.” Bakugou grabbed his pillow and shoved it against his stomach. For a moment, everything in the room was silent. Why was Kirishima just staring at him? “So. Did Simba ask you out or what?”

“Yeah.”

Here it comes. Bakugou braced himself for it. “What did you say?”

Kirishima smirked. “What do you think?”

Maybe it was the way Kirishima responded, but it sparked at the circle of gasoline that had been soaking around Bakugou’s heart, and he all but yelled, “I think you should just fucking say ‘yes’ and get it over with. Have lots of fucking manly furry babies for all I care. You two deserve each other.”

And then something happened that Bakugou wouldn’t have expected in a million years.

Kirishima laughed at him. He laughed and grabbed him up, pillow and all, and pulled him into a hug that he refused to loosen. “Is that what all this has been about?! Is this why you’ve been acting so cagey the last few weeks?”

Bakugou figured he would push him away, shove him off the bed, or even roll away, but he didn’t. He might have slapped a little at Kirishima’s chest, but it only made him more intent to have his way and cuddle Bakugou into submission. “I said I don’t care,” he mumbled bitterly.

“Yeah, you very clearly don’t care.” Kirishima’s fingers stroked his wild blonde spikes, and even in spite of himself Bakugou could feel his body relax, his muscles loosen. “I said ‘no,’ you know. I wouldn’t do that to you. Obviously.”

“Don't fucking ‘obviously’ at me.”

Another laugh. “You're the one I want.”

“Even though we’re not…” Bakugou buried his face in Kirishima’s shoulder. “I’m so shitty with this kind of thing. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you weren’t serious.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m always serious.” He reached his arm around his side so he could tug his shirt, pull him in closer. Even without his quirk, Kirishima was a rock. “Especially with you.”

“You don’t think I know?” Kirishima paused to kiss his temple, and Bakugou made a little sound at the affectionate gesture. “After all those study dates and massages and buying me meals and cheering me up? Those mean a lot more to me than any ‘relationship talk,’ dude.”

Bakugou was still, breathing in the clean scent of Kirishima, of his freshly laundered clothes, the shower he had taken. They had gone so long without talking about any of this, and he wasn’t about to start, but… “You’re really okay with this?”

“By ‘this,’ do you mean...you?” Kirishima sounded so tender, soft and sincere, and when he rolled Bakugou over to kiss him, Bakugou let him take the reigns.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

#my paperfics #boku no hero academia #kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #sweet boys who are so dumb but so in love with each other

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⟬ @apprehensivities ⟭

"Woah, that's a huge case." It wasn't his first time witnessing someone lugging around an instruments, but it always amazed him that people willingly ( sometimes even happily ) did it. "What'cha got in there? It doesn't look guitar-shaped or anything."

#apprehensivities #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( have a pure boy )

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⟬ @wolfpackmuses / s.c ⟭

"It's way too hot, dude." Even sitting inside, there was little relief from the blazing, blaring heat beyond the walls of the dorm. There were plenty of ways to combat the heat, but there was only one that he could think of off the top of his head, and it was only because he didn't want to brave stepping outside when the sun sat so high and so bright.

In each hand, he held a melting popsicle. The freezer had been packed with them the day before, but the moment they were pulled out and torn from their wrappers, they began to melt.

One had already been jammed into Eijiro's mouth, but he offered the other towards his shadowy companion. As he did, a thought sprang to mind. "Hey, does Dark Shadow ever get hot too?"

#wolfpackmuses #wolfpackmuses ; tokoyami #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( went with something a little simple ) #( if that's not working i can always write something different! )

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⟬ @nighttero / s.c ⟭

"Wait, hang on! How'd you do that?" His hands and nose were pressed to the glass of the crane machine, awes sparkling in already bright eyes. "That was amazing, it's like you weren't even stressed! Can you do it again?"

#nighttero #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」

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⟬ meme / @multianime ⟭

i appreciate you helping me out in this way. Izuku to Kirishima

"Ah, don't mention it, buddy! That's what friends are for, right?" He let out a good-natured laugh and adjusted his hold on Izuku, ensuring that he wouldn't slip free and hit the floor. "I'm just glad you asked for help! I know it's kind'a hard to do sometimes."

He knew from experience how easy it was to push aside help when pride and determination were there to motivate a person. "I'll get ya outta here in no time!"

#multianime #multianime ; izuku #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( goodest boy helps another goodest boy c: )

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

There’s something that Ochako wants from Kirishima as she nervously approaches him. Her hands are locked together in front of as she fidgets, almost scared to meet his eyes. Her cheeks are puffed out and red.

“Kirishima-kun,” she starts, finally looking up at him. “Would you… Would you kiss me? You haven’t yet.” | i’m in my kirichako era let’s GO

He doesn't get it.

How in the world can one person be so cute all the time? It didn't feel like an exaggeration to say that she was constantly, persistently endearing.

Ochako was an attack on his heart and head every time she appeared, the former picking up an few extra beats while the other went fuzzy. He couldn't comprehend how he had earned her, but he did understand one thing — that he was forever lucky, and that he ought to never forget that.

". . . Can I what?" The fuzziness that filled his head all cotton-like was burned away in a phosphorous flash. He let the request roll around inside the empty space, expecting it to collide with a memory that didn't exist. "I haven't kissed you? I could have sworn I did!"

He tried to think, little eyebrows scrunched together. Hadn't he after training a couple of days ago? Oh, wait. No. He'd imagined that. Then he definitely had during their school trip last month. Surely. Ah, shoot! That was a daydream too.

It didn't take long for him to realize that he had failed to do the one thing that most couples looked forward to doing once they confessed. He had spoiled her cute, round face with kisses, but there was one spot that had had been far too nervous to approach. Daydreaming had become so frequent that it bled into his memories had made him believe that had had bridged that gap.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry, I thought I had!" Eijiro was always quick to apologize to anyone if he knew right away that he was the one in the wrong. "Guess I was thinkin' too hard about it and never actually did it. I'm super, super sorry!"

But an apology wasn't enough.

"I'll make it up to you! Just, uhm. . ." He gnawed at his lower lip for a quick second before he pointed towards his own lips. "I've never really k—kissed anyone before. I'm not really sure how good at it I'll be, but I can't let you think you're not kissable, 'cause you totally are!"

This wasn't how he imagined his first kiss with her would go, but it was better than misleading her. Without a doubt, if he didn't kiss her soon, someone would notice. And if someone noticed, they'd think it strange. She didn't need to think for one second that he didn't want to kiss her when it was all he had been thinking about during the slower portions of class.

What she was given was awkward and twitchy. A large but trembling hand on her cheek guided her head upward, tilting her chin until he could stoop down and give her adorably round nose a tiny nudge with his own. She was the one to ask, but a real man knew when to give someone a chance to back out.

If she didn't, she would feel rough, slightly chapped lips press softly to her own. It wasn't a hungry kiss. It wasn't heated or passionate or enthusiastic. It was almost cautious, like he worried one mistake might turn her away. It was careful and loving, gentle compared to the way he behaved as a hero.

Pure and innocent but not lacking in heart, he hoped it let her know that he wouldn't forget again.

Three whole seconds passed, but it had felt like so much longer. Eijiro pulled away, but only barely, eyes fluttering open. He tried to exercise confidence, but it was impossible when he realized he had kissed the girl he had been crushing on for months and was now officially dating.

"Was that okay? I can't tell! My lips weren't too rough, were they?" He wasn't one to panic often, but this was important. "Mina showed me this lip balm stuff that she said I should use. She gave it to me a few days ago, but I keep forgetting to put it on!"

Then it struck him, a realization so quick and unexpected that it dumbfounded him a for a second. "Did she give me that because you were gonna ask for a kiss?"

#wishmcker #wishmcker ; ochako #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #「 r. got him feeling light as air ( kirishima ; ochako ) 」 #( i didn't mean to write so much but aaaa!! they're so cute ) #( it's so fluffy i could use it as a pillow ) #( thank you for sending this ; u ; )

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⟬ @pluviacuratio ⟭

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞ (Kirishima!)

"But, I couldn't——!" Eijiro wasn't one to argue often. Around adults, he tended to keep his feelings of doubt to himself. The snippy and self-depreciating comments were saved for those quiet moments around his closest friends. Unfortunately, he was confined to the infirmary and had to spend the night without the usual faces to comfort him.

Though, if he were totally honest, the firm but still entirely caring expression Bella wore reminded him of his friends and how they too didn't tolerate him beating himself up over small mistakes.

She wouldn't hear it. She wouldn't accept it. Here and now, during his momentary recovery, there was a need for positivity.

Relenting, the young hero slumped further into the bed. "It's hard to remember sometimes, especially after I screw up. Feels like if I did have any worth, messin' up takes it all away." Red eyes narrowed up at the ceiling, the corners damp and stinging. "Thanks. . . for taking care of me and being nice."

#pluviacuratio #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( bella in here giving all the positive affirmations!! )

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⟬ meme /@wolfpackmuses ⟭

❝  get that light off me!  ❞ From Tokoyami for Eijiro!

Creeping through the common room in the dead of night, phone in hand, Eijiro didn't expect to hear a voice hissing from one of the many shadows. At this time, everyone ought to be in their own room, but he couldn't help himself. His stomach felt painfully empty, and it wouldn't hurt him to have a little snack. He promised to himself and the universe that it would be small enough to tide him over, but not large enough to regret.

He thought he might be the only one, and that he could slip in and out of the kitchen without being seen. Seemed that was a futile thought, as the dark and rumbling voice proved he wasn't alone or stealthy.

"Crap, sorry! Sorry!" The glaring beam of bright light coming from his phone was turned away, casting a clear streak across the back of a sofa rather than into the kitchen, where he assumed his friend to be perched. "I didn't think I was gonna find anyone else in here."

His hand shifted again, and only the dimmest edge of the light revealed Tokoyami's shape. "Wait, what are you sitting out here for?"

#wolfpackmuses #wolfpackmuses ; tokoyami #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( eijiro completely sweeping aside the fact that he was about to raid the fridge jkdnfsdf )

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⟬ meme / @wishmcker ⟭

💬 uraraka to eijirō! 👀

"Oh, man! I was watching her train earlier, and — wow!"

"I know everyone's training is rough, but hers is something else! I mean, all I've gotta do is learn to harden up. It's difficult, but I can do it without feelin' sick or hurtin' myself — usually. She's gotta do way more than that, and it's so fun watchin' her figure it all out.

'Cause if ya don't pay attention, ya miss it.

She gets this look in her eyes, and every time I see it, I like her more and more. She's determined, and I know she's not gonna give up on gettin' stronger, even when we're pros!

She's cute all sorts of ways, y'know? When she's sleepy, when she's gettin' all dressed up to hang out with her friends, and when she's just havin' a relaxin' day. But out of all the looks she's got, I think ' successful Ochako ' is the prettiest! I know that when we start training, I'm gonna see that fire in her eyes, and it'll make me fall for her all over again!"

#wishmcker #wishmcker ; ochako #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #「 r. got him feeling light as air ( kirishima ; ochako ) 」 #( I missed them and I missed you! ) #( He's so dang in love skjdbfdf )

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⟬ meme / anonymous ⟭

There should be no reason that Ejiro is so nice to me. . . I know that we're classmates and all, but. . . He seems to be one of the few people I feel comfortable opening up to about things bothering me, someone like Denki. I respect him for that and the fact he doesn't judge a book by its cover.

And he would remain utterly oblivious to this. He thought it common sense not to judge, and it felt even more obvious that he ought to be there for his friends. They were all different, but they all wanted the same thing: to help those that couldn't help themselves. No matter their quirk, no matter their personalities or habits or hobbies, he genuinely cared.

And he cared for their dark, bird-like manifestations as well.

#「 ( anonymous ) 」 #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #( I'm assuming this is Tokoyami! And if it is :< PLEASE ) #( You're stuck with him buddy ) #( Eiji is a ride or die akjbfjsdf )

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

“How did you mean it when you said… Wh-When you said you liked me? Was it in a, “You’re a good friend!” way? O-Or like, “I want us to be together,” kind of way? / ochako to eijirō 👀

To him, it had felt painfully obvious what he meant when he said those words. How he managed to speak over the heart-in-throat feeling was still a mystery to him, but he had said it, and he had felt immense relief knowing the feeling was out there for her to grab — only it seemed it hadn't been as plain as he assumed.

There was still room for her to wonder, and already he felt as if he had done her a horrible disservice.

"You are a good friend, but. . ." He bit down on the inside of his lower lip before he decided then and there that confessing needed to be treated ( to some small extent ) like a fight. Confidence, bravery and honesty: he needed to embody all three, harden the heck up and just do it!

"I don't know if you feel the same way, but I kind'a — no, I really wanna be your boyfriend! I wanna hold your hand and send you a bunch'a good night and good morning texts, and I wanna share my lunch with you. Oh, and I wanna sit next to you more whenever we watch movies in the dorm! I promise I'll let you be the one to hold the popcorn bowl if we do."

#wishmcker #wishmcker ; uraraka #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #「 r. got him feeling light as air ( kirishima ; ochako ) 」 #( purest boy??? PUREST BOY ) #( he's already going full-on domestic )

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

"I don't know if it's because I'm really tired, but you look really pretty in this light, Kirishima-kun." / have a delirious ochako. ♡

Agreeing to stay up as late as possible simply to prove who was ' tougher ' might not have been the best idea he'd had, but it did mean that he had time to spend with her — the bright, the bubbly and always sweet Ochako.

Even now, when both of their eyelids were heavy and begging to be closed, she was as kind-hearted as could be. Her words were like honey, leaving his tongue numb and his heart feeling strangely warm. This feeling wasn't new, but he realized now that part of it made him want to hear her say it again.

"You think I'm pretty?" That wasn't a word he'd think to describe himself. He wouldn't have even gone so far as calling himself ' handsome, ' but she wasn't a liar. She wasn't nice just to soothe egos, so he found it difficult to rebuff her compliment even if he wasn't confident in it himself.

Cheeks flaring hot, Eijiro folded his arms and buried the lower half of his face into them. "Thanks, but. . ."

He seemed confident for a moment, but it was yanked out from under him when the words reached his lips. Hesitating like this was unusual for him. Complimenting people was almost a hobby of his, yet he felt the slightest pinch of worry when he thought about telling her how pretty she was — in all light, when she smiled, when she concentrated during training, and when she looked on the verge of sleep.

How was he meant to say all that without sounding weird?

"You're pretty too, y'know. All the time." His chin lifted, was propped on his arms so he could flash her his usual grin. It wasn't totally forced, but he hoped it would mask his jittery nerves. "I never get tired of seeing you smile."

#wishmcker #wishmcker ; uraraka #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」 #「 r. got him feeling light as air ( kirishima ; ochako ) 」 #( made a tag because he's getting a cruuusshhhhh ) #( but i can remove it if it's too much! )

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⟬ @wishmcker / cont. ⟭

"Don't worry, I won't carry you any further than you want me to! We'll just give your legs a second to relax before you walk on your own again." The crinkling of bags almost eased a laugh from the redhead, but all it took to keep it contained was a harmless bite to his lower lip.

Unfortunately, the way she staggered in his direction broke his resolve. While he was known as the sturdy hero physically, he still needed to work on hardening his sense of humor. From this sharp-toothed grin came a mess of boyish giggles that were unsuccessfully hidden behind a cough. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn't laughing at you, I swear."

"Annnnd, hup——!" Eijiro crouched down and let her fall forward onto his back, arms hooked behind her knees. With a faint grunt, he stood straight and bumped her a little higher up. "There we go! We'll get back in no time thanks to you. Seriously, your quirk is so cool."

#wishmcker #wishmcker ; uraraka #「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」

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tags. eijiro kirishima

#「 ( kirishima ; ic ) 」 #「 ( kirishima ; visage ) 」 #「 ( kirishima ; aesthetic ) 」 #「 ( kirishima ; musings ) 」 #「 ( kirishima ; headcanon ) 」 #「 v. the wall that never falls ( kirishima ; student ) 」