#drabble 2.5/3 🦈

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Hey Kiri I won’t mention any names but someone said you should look in the mirror and realize how attractive as hell you are! 😏 I agree by the way as I myself just want to hold you and take care of you and just follow your every whim because I can’t help but to feel that way! Just saying. You’re nice, really good looking, strong and tough, manly, your quirk is awesome (I love seeing it in action), and you are my favorite comfort. You really are the best to me and don’t you forget that! Promise?

I’m trying something different here bc I can. I’m not sure if this is going to work out but this is the response-ask thing that got all messed up n im cranky about it >:( This got pretty angsty and I’m not super proud of it, but idk, this is what I came up with.

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You laid sprawled out on Kirishima’s bed, the soft greens and browns of his blanket rumpled under your legs. For the first time in a long time, a head of red hair rested on your chest, tucked in between your legs as he hugged you from below. Normally your boyfriend would insist on being the one holding you, but it was evident that today hadn’t been easy on him.

Your hands wove through his ungelled hair, pausing to rub circles into his scalp. There was a different aura about him tonight, completely divergent from what you were used to. You took notice of how he hid his face, and even kept his voice down when he spoke.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you asked softly, trying not to press him.

He shrugged, reluctant to move his nose from where he’d snuggled into you.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk,” you murmured, continuing to drag your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. “But sometimes it feels better when you do.”

He finally sighed, shifting so he could free his lips from your shirt. “I messed up again today.” You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him speak so lowly. “I just keep. Messing. Up. I haven’t done well at any of our class hero simulations lately and I just feel like I’ve fallen behind all over again. My quirk just isn’t—I’m not— . . . sometimes I wonder if I’m even cut out to be a hero.”

You felt as though a stone had just sunk down in your stomach, lodging heavily at the bottom. “I—I didn’t . . . I never knew you felt that way.”

It was the truth. How could you have seen it? Sure there had been offhand comments where he might put himself down, and maybe he’d seemed a little more uncomfortable around Tetsutetsu than you figured he’d be, but still.

He shrugged again, turning back to your shirt. “I’m not exactly open about it.”

You hummed, sliding your hands up the back of his tank top to rub more soothing patterns on his skin.

“I feel like a fraud. My attitude, my manliness, all of it. My hair isn’t even red.”

You glanced down at him. “Looks pretty red to me.”

“Naturally, I mean.”

“I know.” You let his words sink into you for a moment, trying to choose what to say. “I think you’re going to be an amazing hero. You already are, look at you.”

He sighed through his nose, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “But . . . what if my quirk isn’t good enough? It’s not super flashy or powerful like Bakugou’s—”

“So?” you cut in. “Your quirk is really strong, literally, and I see you improving it every day. You just have to keep working at it like we all are. You can get even stronger, I just know it. It’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“It’s still kinda boring . . . .”

“Let me tell you, there is nothing boring about Unbreakable. I am so glad I’m not a villain, I’d be terrified. It’s totally epic and you’re a great fighter. I love seeing you in action. Maybe you won’t be the world’s next All Might, but you’ll always be the best to me. My hero.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead, watching his eyelids flutter closed. “And you’re so manly. You have a strong and chivalrous heart. I can tell, trust me. You’re no fake.”

“I wasn’t always like that,” he admitted.

“And? We change. We’re meant to. As long as we make changes for the better, we’re on the right track. You’re an amazing person, Eiji, and so important to me and everyone around you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You kissed his forehead again, pressing your lips against his skin in an attempt to convey your love for him. “Please don’t forget that. I know these kinds of thoughts . . . don’t go away, but please tell me when you have them. I don’t know what I can do necessarily, but I want to be there for you to help in any way I can.”

“Thanks.” He wrapped his arms tighter around your body, seemingly unwilling to ever let go of you.

Stroking his bangs out of his face, you let your fingers gently glide over his cheek. “Is there anything else I can do right now?”

Eijirou thought for a moment, gazing off into space with those lustrous ruby eyes of his. “I like being held by you,” he finally said. “I guess I just want you here with me.”

“I can do that.” You settled into his bed further, going back to massaging his back muscles. Humming, you watched as his eyes began to drift closed. “I love you,” you whispered to him. “No matter what.”

“I love you too,” he mumbled, and you couldn’t help but notice the ghost of his usual smile appearing on his lips.

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#kirishima x reader #sugar's 900 #maple messages #drabble 2.5/3 🦈