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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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The Affair Pt 1

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What's better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

Essentially:

Reader and Izuku are married. Eijiro is married to Katsuki. Katsuki cheats with Izuku. Reader marries Eijiro. Simple.

Main Pairing: Eijiro x Reader

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, "Dammy" - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch

The morning light shone into the kitchen as you hummed along to the song playing on the radio. You placed another perfect pancake on the already made stack. It was another amazing morning in the Midoriya residence and everything was perfect. The smell of fresh coffee, warm pancakes and syrup flooded the kitchen in a lovely smell and atmosphere.

“Dammy!!” You turned around with a smile at the sound of your five year old little boy. He was your everything. The cutest little boy who looked just like his sire. He wore his kindergarten uniform as he waddled into the kitchen, his yellow hat already on his mess of green curls. He hugged your leg, wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckled as you bent down and picked him up. “Hey there, Asahi.” You greeted him, picking him up from the ground and placing him on your hip for a moment as you switched off the stove.

Asahi was your only pup with your loving husband so far and he was one of the best decisions you ever made in your life. “You made pancakes!” He smiled so brightly at the sight already on the table. He was so happy to see the pancakes today and you knew it that he would never stop smiling. It was exactly why you called him Asahi. He was a bright light in your lives that never stopped shining, just like the morning sunlight.

You placed him in his chair, in front of his plate of a pancake with syrup. He yipped up at you in appreciation, before grabbing his plastic spork and starting to eat his breakfast. You chuckled as you put the pan in the sink and placed two larger plates on the counter. Just as you were about to grab the plate of pancakes, you felt a mouth against your neck.

You giggled at the kiss to your scent gland as the large Alpha behind you took shape against your back. You moved your hand up to go through soft green curls. You looked up at him with a broad smile. “Morning Mr Number One.” You greeted.

He hummed as he moved his kisses to your jaw, his large hands feeling your hips and your boy fitting perfectly in his arms. “Morning Mrs Number One.” He greeted back with a final kiss to your jaw before grabbing the cup of coffee that you had made for him. You giggled as he placed a final kiss on your cheek before taking a sip of his coffee.

You shook your head in dismay but couldn’t stop the broad smile on your face. You plated some pancakes for you and Midoriya, just the way you both liked it. “Do you have a meeting today, my love?” You asked him as you turned around and placed his plate right in front of him. Before you could leave he placed another kiss to your face making you giggle.

He nodded his head. “Yes, I do. A long one with the commission president but luckily the rest of the day is just paperwork and staying at the office.” He informed you, which explained why he wasn’t already in his hero uniform already. He took a bite of the pancakes and let out a rumble in happiness at the taste. Asahi giggled at the sound that his father made, trying to replicate it but all he could muster up was a soft purr. Midoriya chuckled at the action.

You sat down opposite your husband on the other side of your son. “Well that’s good news.” You wiped Asahi’s face of stick syrup before finally eating your own breakfast and taking a sip of your own coffee. “Remember that we have a pack dinner tonight, so no late night last minute paperwork.” You warned him with a pointed glare.

“What? Me?” He asked with a shocked expression. “I would never do that.” He stated, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. He looked down to his son, both green haired males staring at each other. “Right Asahi? I would never do that.” Asahi had his freckled cheeks filled with pancakes and milk but he turned to you and shook his head a long with his father. You rolled your eyes at your two boys but you couldn’t help but find it amusing. Those two were so much alike, you found it almost laughable.

Breakfast in the Midoriya household was often like this. It was filled with soft laughter and your two happy green haired boys often ganging up on you. It was mornings like this that you wished would never change. It was something so beautiful you would almost hate for them to ever disappear.

After breakfast was eaten and you managed to wipe Asahi’s face of all stick syrup and milk mustaches, you placed his little bag on his back. With Asahi ready for school, Midoriya managed to slip on his red Jordans just in time, for the both of them to be out of the door. You leaned against the doorway, watching Asahi follow his dad with smaller red Jordans on his feet too.

Just as the two of them headed to the car, you heard the sound of your neighbours next door. Next door to your right was the Bakushimas, the Head Family of Pack A. Kirishima held Bakugou close to him, an arm wrapped around his small waist and kissed him sweetly and deeply. The blond Omega let out a soft hum with a smile on his face as he looked up at his Alpha, already having his hero bag on his shoulder. Running between their legs and out of the door was their son, Kane.

The energetic blond boy held the straps of his bag as he tugged on his dam’s bag. “Lets go!” He whined in annoyance.

Asahi smiled over at them, raising his hand to wave over at his neighbour. “Hello Kane!” He greeted with a huge Midoriya smile.

Bakugou turned around to look at the little green child that was greeting his own pup. You smiled as you raised a hand and waved with a nod of your head. “Good morning, Head Alpha and Head Omega.”

Kirishima grinned broadly at the sight of you and your family. He had one hand in the pockets of his sweatpants as he was also dressed casually. “Morning YN. Morning Izuku and Asahi.”

Izuku pulled on a smile with a nod on his head. His son smiled as bright as the sun as he waved an excited arm over to his Head Alpha. “Morning Head Alpha Eijiro!” He greeted with so much excitement.

“Katsuki, will you be home in time for the dinner?” You asked him as you walked outside as well.

Bakugou looked to you with an amused smirk. He scoffed. “Of course.” He squeezed Kirishima’s hand before picking up his son who seemed happy that his dam was finally getting a move on and moving to his own car. “The dinner plan should be in your inbox and I placed a copy in the kitchen so if I’m not here the same time as you and the others, you can start without me.” He told you.

You nodded your head. “Of course,” You reached Midoriya and Asahi, placing an arm around your Alpha. “But don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything or need me to step in.” You told him with a sincere look.

Bakugou hummed as he rolled his eyes. “Yes, you and your housewife things.” He let out in distaste which only made you all chuckle. He placed his son inside his car seat, the little five year old waving to Asahi.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a house dam, Katsuki.” You told him as you looked up to Midoriya who was still looking in Bakugou’s direction before noticing you were looking at him. He smiled warmly down at you. You chuckled lowly. “I’m okay with it.”

Midoriya hummed as he placed a kiss to your lips. “And it keeps you safe, where I can always find you.” He turned to pick up Asahi and put him in the car. “Don’t do anything stupid out on patrol, Kacchan.” He turned to look at the blond just as he closed the car door.

Bakugou scoffed as he kicked himself off of his car. “As if.” He smirked before waving a hand to Kirishima with a sway of his hips. You wondered how on earth Bakugou managed to always look so good even after giving birth to Kane. He lost all his post maternal weight and kept all the benefits of being a dam, from having a wide thick chest to wide hips and a small waist. The perfect modal.

You glanced up at Midoriya who seemed to be staring off into space for a second. You nudged him gently. “Izu, now is not the time to be thinking of some quirk related issue.” You told him as you shook him out of it.

He shook his head before looking back down to you. He had a soft pink blush on his face as he scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, love.” He apologized. You heard a soft chuckle but before you could turn to where it came from, Midoriya placed a kiss on your cheek. “See you later.” He assured you as he quickly raced to the driver’s door.

You shook your head in dismay but smiled. You turned back to leave back indoors. It seemed as though Kirishima was working home today. You noted that at the back of your mind before heading back inside. There was much for you to do now that those two were gone. Like nap.

It was just around noon when you were on the couch looking through online stores to get Asahi some new pairs of socks (he seemed to keep on getting holes in his socks regardless of what you did). You hummed at all the little choices from plain to cute partners and even some hero themed socks that you knew he would just adore. Before you could click on a pair that you thought he would like, your phone started vibrating.

You turned to look at the caller ID. Denks <3. You raised an eyebrow. You knew that Denki wasn’t home right now, he was off the Pack Estate and was on patrol today. He normally only called you when he was bored.

You answered the phone and placed him on speaker, before you even had the chance to speak, he was already going on like a bullet train. “Y/N, are you alright? I know this must be a shock for you, but just know we’re all handling it.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he sounded so rushed and almost deeply upset. “The whole pack is out here handling the press and all media control so don’t worry. I’m on my way to fetch your son from kindergarten and-”

“Denki, what are you talking about?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow as you sat up properly on the couch.

It was silent for a moment. “Y/N… have… have you checked the news?” He asked, his voice quieter than he was before.

Suddenly dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach as you grew anxious. You slowly picked up the TV remote. “No…” you let out concerned. You wondered what could be on the news that was so important. Then fear settled in your heart like a wave of cold water. The normal crippling fear that settled within you whenever you knew that Midoriya was in a bad fight. The one that was just waiting for your phone to ring and it be the commission instead of him or the hospital. “Is it Izuku?” You asked as you quickly turned to the news.

“Wait Y/N it’s not what you think!”

You couldn’t even hear what else he had to say as the news channel started playing, the anchor sitting there in front of you on the screen. “If you are just joining, there’s breaking news of a national scandal. The Number One ProHero, Deku has been caught in an affair with the Number Two ProHero Dynamight. The nation’s top heroes were caught together what is said to have been a few days ago but word only coming out about the apparent union between the two this morning. Both heroes are married, Deku being married to his partner Midoriya Y/N and Dynamight being married to the Number Fifth hero, ProHero Red Riot. Pack A is yet to have said anything official regarding this scandal between two of their members.” Images of the two of them played on the screen in front of you, both of them hidden in more civilian clothes and baseball hats and sunglasses sharing a kiss.

Your world fell under your very feet and you couldn’t breathe. You were frozen. Frozen in time as your world felt like it was shaking and falling around you. A pain whimper came from inside you at the photos at the proof staring you right in your eyes. There it was. Your Alpha in the arms of another Omega that you had regarded a packmate and friend. You felt your eyes burn as crippled trills escaped out of you. You couldn’t look away from the screen even though every passing second felt as though it was torture.

“Y/N…” Denki voiced softly. “I’m so so sorry.” He whispered. You didn’t answer him and he didn’t expect you to. “We’re taking all the pups out of kindergarten for the day, Momo said she’ll keep an eye on them with Pony just to give you some time and all of us time to handle the press. Just… just stay there, I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tried his best to be supportive but you could barely feel a thing out of it. “I have to go but, I love you. I’ll be over soon.” Just like that you were left alone again, in your crumbling world.

You weren’t the only one with a crumbling world…

Kirishima was in his office, not even having had the time to process all of this when the news blew up in his face instantly. He had one hand holding his office phone to his ear as he kept an eye on the headlines that flashed over one of his monitors screen.

“No, Pack A has no official comment at this time. Any and all communications regarding Deku and Dynamight will be handled at a later stage.” He finalised. “Please tell the commission that we’ll have it sorted and we appreciate the help on trying to minimalize online damage.” He slammed the phone down aggressively before falling back onto his chair. He put his hands over his face as he tried to organise his thoughts but he couldn’t get past the fact that his own Omega had been cheating on him and he didn’t even see it.

Were they not in love? Did he not love him enough? Did he not treasure him and care for him enough? Kirishima didn’t think there was anything wrong in their marriage. They had been happily married for the past seven years and yet this was how their marriage would go down? In one of the biggest hero news that would go down in the tabloids for the next six months?

Kirishima felt the feeling of digust and most of all sadness flow through him. His hands shaking as he tried to think but he couldn’t think.

His personal phone rang and Kirishima quickly picked it up. The longer and more work he had, the less he had to think about this.

“Eijiro.” It was Iida. “I just got off the phone with Denki, the kindergarten for the pups is keeping the press at bay and they managed to get the pups out of there. They’re all currently at Shoto’s agency with Momo and Pony for the time being.”

Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief that at least that was going well for them. He was so worried that the pups would be a target of paparazzi and media harassment since they were so vulnerable and isolated away from their parents, which was the reason why he asked them to be excused from school for the next week while things would be handled and dile down. “That’s good.” Let out with sigh.

“And… Eijiro… Y/N, they…” He wasn’t sure how to put it and that’s when Kirishima remembered that you were in this situation just like he was. You were the other part of this whole messed up situation that he had forgotten to consider. “Denki confirmed to me that they’re still at home. Maybe you can-”

“I’m on it. Don’t worry. Please handle things for me, Tenya, while I’m with them.” Kirishima was already standing up and walking out of his office, his feet making quick work.

“Of course, Head Alpha. And Eijiro… I… I’m-”

Kirishima knew what he wanted to say before he would say. “It’s alright. Thank you, Tenya.” He quickly said before dropping the phone. Kirishima quickly opened his front door and ran over next door. He felt anger rise within him, knowing that he had forgotten to come up of a plan for you. You were all alone, just like him, when this news came out and so far he hasn’t heard a thing about how you must be feeling. He knocked on the door. “Y/N.” He tried the door handle and the door opened without issue. He pushed the door open harshly as he looked around for you.

He forced himself to be on high alert. He knew all the horror stories of what Omegas would go through and do to themselves due to mate rejection and such events happening in their lives. The last thing he needed was you losing yourself now too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as he ran into the house. The TV was on but you weren’t on the couch. Then as he moved forward, he saw you by the kitchen, hands covering your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. You were keeping yourself small and trying to hide from the heart wrenching news on the TV. Kirishima growled at the TV, grabbing the remote off the couch and switching it off with little car. He ran over to you, getting down onto his knees in front of you. “Y/N… Y/N, I’m here.” He spoke more gently as he put his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him with eyes filled with heartbreak. Your face twisted in pain as you shook your head, tears running down your face. “No, no, no...” You sobbed out, realising the TV was finally off and you didn’t have to heard that God awful reporter with all that so called news. You shook your head as you sobbed, tears running down your face. Your scent was twisted in bitter agony and grief as you cried. “What did I do wrong?” You asked him. “Head Alpha, what did I do? I did everything for him. I love him so much.”

Kirishima scowled trying to stop his own tears. He pulled you into his arms as he scowled deeply, putting his head on top of yours. “I know, Omega, I know.” He assured you. He knew exactly how you felt so perfectly, it felt vicious inside of him.

You let out a sob as you clung to his shirt. You couldn’t even speak any more words, sobs only leaving your mouth as you bawled your eyes out. Kirishima’s own body was shaking as he held you, silent tears leaving his eyes as he squeezed them shut hoping this would all be a nightmare. You both just wanted to wake up and have it be some cruel nightmare, to go back to the bliss of just a few hours ago.

Eventually you had passed out, your body, mind and Omega too exhausted and drained to keep you awake for any longer. Kirishima, after finding the scarce bit of will power he had left, picked you up off the floor and walked you upstairs to your nest in your nesting room. He knew you had a nesting room, having heard from Midoriya before. Once he placed you there, he covered you in a blanket from your son’s room, something neutral that wouldn’t cause you to go into a drop. Once he was sure you were comfortable, Kirishima left you in there.

He felt less of that angry drive that he had earlier. Now all he felt was a hollow emptiness inside him, even as he picked up the phone and called Denki to tell him where he would find you once he got here. Kirishima didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else, so he flopped back onto your couch, not knowing what he was supposed to do.

When Midoriya Izuku arrived back home, it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. The pack was silent, with the normal central dinner for the back being cancelled leaving the middle park dark with its usual lights. When he drove into his driveway the feeling of pure dread sat at the bottom of his stomach as he stepped out of his car. By the looks of it, he had just beat Bakugou back since he didn’t see his car in the driveway next door.

The whole day the both of them were swarmed with calls, looks, messages and internet press coverage that could make Endeavor’s career look shameful. The two of them had had a long call on what they would do from here but there wasn’t much to do from here. Not when their packmates weren’t answering any of their calls and there was radio silence from the whole of Pack A.

Midoriya swallowed down hard as he moved to the front door. He took a breath before opening the door. The smell of dinner caught him by surprise. He didn’t expect to smell dinner. In all honesty, he didn’t expect the house to be in the state that it was. Everything looked… fine… Almost as if nothing had happened at all. As if it was a normal day and it wasn’t swimming in scandals and an affair that was never meant to be out in the open.

Midoriya closed the door behind him, taking off his Jordans at the door as he walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” A happy Asahi ran over to him.

Midoriya forced a smiled to his face, glad that at least someone was glad to see him today. He crouched down and accepted his son into his arms with a bright smile. He placed a kiss on the pup’s cheek making him giggle. “Hey there buddy.” He grinned as he held the five year old in his arms. “How was your day, bud?”

Asahi looked freshly bathed and wore comfortable clothes. His chubby cheeks were pushed into a smile as he looked up at his father. “My day was so weird!” He stepped back jumping on his feet. “First I went to school and then Uncle Denki took me and all my other pup mates out early. We went to Uncle Shoto’s hero office and Aunty Momo got us ice-cream and we got to just have fun in the nest there.” He told his father, his retelling of his day being very similar to how Midoriya would go off about his own stories and experiences. Every hero agency kept nesting rooms around their agency for Omega employees or for cases that needed victims to feel safe. “Then I spent the day with Sonomi and Keiji at their house and then Aunty Momo took me back home and then we found Head Alpha Eiji here! He left a while ago but he was here while Dammy was taking a nap. Aunty Momo gave me a bath and helped me get dressed and then Uncle Denki was here and he was with Dammy till like five minutes ago.” He recalled.

Midoriya nodded his head, keeping his forced smile on his face. “Sounds like a very eventful day. Where’s Dammy?” he asked.

Asahi took one of his sire’s hands and started pulling him along towards the kitchen. There standing with your back towards him was you. You had scent blockers on your neck and you seemed very engrossed in what you were doing. While your husband felt fear slowly fill him at having to come face to face with you, your son seemed rather eager. He let go of his father who seemed rather frozen in place and ran over to your leg. “Dammy! Dammy look! Daddy’s home!” He spoke excitedly with a huge dimpled smile on his face.

You glanced down at him with a soft smile. “Really?”

He nodded his head. “Yep.”

“Thank you for telling me, baby. How about you go clear all your toys. Dinner is almost ready.” You told him. With a dutiful nod, the green haired little boy went running off.

The kitchen descended into silence as Midoriya stood in the entrance of the kitchens, feeling as though he was oceans away from you. The only sound was the deafening sound of your knife against your chopping board. Midoriya swallowed down hard as he took a step forward, his voice feeling trapped at thee back of his throat.

“Y/N, I-”

“How was work, honey?” The question took every word out of his mouth as he stilled. Your voice was so sweet, so sickeningly sweet it was almost as if he deserved to hear you speak to him like that. Midoriya was silent as he just looked to you. “It must have been so busy.” You continued.

“It… it was.” He clarified. He swallowed down hard as he took a step forward. “Y/N I-”

“You should get ready, dinner is almost ready. I made your favourite.” You moved to pick up whatever you had sliced and put it on the dish in the bowl next to you. You turned to him with a smile, your smile there but your eyes dull, hollow and empty. “Katsudon.” Midoriya looked down to what you held in your hands. A bowl of pork katsudon, just the way his mother had taught you to make it. He looked up at you, a tear slipping out of his eyes. This would be the last meal he would share with you and his son as a family. He nodded his head, silent.

Dinner was a tense and quiet affair with you focusing on Asahi and not on the Alpha across from you. Even after dinner, you avoided Midoriya like the plague. You wouldn’t talk to him nor would you acknowledge his presence. Not until it was late at night, Asahi was in bed and you sat on your bed with Midoriya standing at the door. He was silent as he waited for you to talk first.

You sat on the bed with your hands holding a bunch of letters in your hands. You sniffed as you looked through the letters that were addressed to you. “What was it?” You whispered softly, you didn’t look up at him as you spoke.

Midoriya was silent for a moment. “What was?”

You looked up with him, eyes lined with tears. “What was the reason that made you run to him? What made you choose him over me?” You whispered as you tilted your head to the side, trying to figure him out.

The Alpha in front of you was silent, not knowing what to say nor what to do? What was he supposed to tell you? He hesitated as he tried to find the words. “It… Y/N…” He closed his eyes as he dropped his shoulders. “You have to understand, I loved Kacchan since I was a pup. I tried so hard not to.” He closed his eyes almost as if it pained him just to try and explain it to you. As if you would never understand him. “I tried so hard not to love him, knowing that he chose Eijiro but… one thing led to another and we ended up-”

“Cheating.” You finished for him. “You ended up cheating.” Midoriya swallowed hard, looking down away from you not baring to meet your gaze. “How long have the both of you been sneaking around?”

Midoriya once again heisted, those green eyes that you fell in love with barely being able to look at you. “The past six years.”

You let out a soft gasp at that. You dropped the letters, letting them fall to the ground as you opted to hold yourself as well. Six years. Six years was he sleeping and hanging around another Omega and you had no idea. Six years he had been lying to you and he never said a thing.

Midoriya quickly moved to try and hold you, his instinct to comfort you moving stronger and faster than his normal reason. “Y/N-”

You wrenched yourself away from him. “No!” you shouted as you pushed yourself to the edge of your bed, not baring to let him touch you. Your face was scrunched up into one of disgust. “You don’t get to touch me with the same hands you touched him with!” You shouted into his face, Midoriya’s face twisting into one of hurt as he looked at you. You scowled as you looked at him. “Did I ever have a husband? Did you ever love me?”

“Of course, I love you!” He put his hands to his chest over his heart, his fingers scrunching up the shirt in his fist. “You are my wife! You are the dam of my pup and the Omega I marked!”

“NO! Don’t say all those things when they weren’t enough for you!” You shouted at him. Tears fell down your eyes as you looked at him so distraught. “I was never enough for you was I? I could have never been enough because I wasn’t him!” You pointed to the direction of the Bakushima household. It settled back into silence between the both of you. You sniffed as you swallowed down harshly. You lifted your head up trying to keep yourself together as the bond you had with the Alpha across from you seemed to be tearing apart. You pointed to the door. “Get out.” You whispered.

Midoriya looked up at you in shock. “W-what?”

“Get your stuff and get out of this house!” You shouted at him. His slight wince made you close your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself. “I will not allow you to disrespect this family any longer by coming here when you clearly chose who you wanted instead. We can continue this conversation at a later date, but I want you out of this house.” You tried explaining more calmly than before.

Midoriya was taken aback from your words. The sinking fact that you were kicking him out, hurting more than he thought it ever could. His face scrunched up as he looked almost disgusted at the thought. “No. You can’t make me leave. This is our home!”

You lifted your nose at him. “It stopped being our home the moment you stuck your cock into Bakushima Katsuki’s cunt.” You whispered to him in hatred. “But if you won’t leave, we will.” You stood up and moved off the bed going to the closet. You were fast, moving straight to grab a duffel bag and just grab the essentials.

Midoriya immediately got up and followed. “Who is we?”

“Me and my son.” You clarified as you pushed In a bunch of clothes and a towel.

A growl interrupted your packing as you turned back to look at Midoriya. His canines were barred at you in warning as he glared at you, holding the doorway of the closet. “You are not taking my son out of this house.” He warned you, a dark undertone that told you that he seemed like he was ready to fight you if need be.

You got off your knees and moved over to him with a hiss. He growled back but you barred your Omegan fangs at him with a hiss, not backing down. “Either you leave, or we do.” You clarified to him. “I do not want our son to know that an Alpha cheating on his Omega is an okay thing.”

Midoriya was silent as the both of you stood almost chest to chest, glaring at one another, the other not backing down. He let out a low annoyed growl but stepped aside away from you, moving to pack a bag. You stayed on the defence, watching him pack as you stood your ground. Even though part of you was happy that he took the hint and was listening to you, the other half of you wished he fought harder to stay, even though knowing he was wrong.

“You made a fucking fool out of me!” Kirishima shouted at his Omega as the both of them stood in their bedroom, their voices unhindered as the shouting match had happened almost immediately the moment that Kane went to bed. Kirishima stood in front of Bakugou with a scowl on his face. “How do you think I feel knowing my own fucking Omega has been fucking another Alpha behind my back?”

Bakugou let out a breath as he closed his eyes. “Eijiro, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re fucking sorry?” He asked him with a cynical laugh. “Did our marriage mean anything to you!” The redheaded Alpha asked him with a hand to his chest. His face twisted in pure agony as he looked across to his mate only to be met with Bakugou looking away from him because he couldn’t bare to look at him. Kirishima closed his eyes briefly letting tears slip away. “We were the dream team, Katsuki. It was you and me. The Head Alpha and Omega of Pack A. What did Izuku do that I couldn’t?”

The blond Omega in front of him let out a breath. “It isn’t that Eijiro.”

“Then why the hell did you run off and fuck him for who knows how long?”

The crimson eyes of Bakugou tightened as they glared at the redheaded Alpha across from him. The blond Omega stood up and approached the redheaded Alpha. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a fucking slut, Red!”

Kirishima hardened his own gaze down to Bakugou. “Well when you fuck another Alpha, it sure makes you look that way!”

Bakugou scoffed. He pointed a finger to his chest. “I’m sorry that I did what I felt was me making the right decision.”

Kirishima looked at him confused. He put his hands to his head as he tried to understand, tried to fathom what Bakugou could see in this situation as a good decision. “How the hell is this a good decision? Did you even think about me or our son? How is this the best for Kane?”

A hiss left the blond Omega at the mention of the pup. “Only I know what’s best for Kane, for mypup.”

A loud growl came from Kirishima as he stepped up to stand toe to toe with Bakugou. He barred his teeth in aggression as he glared down at the blond. “Our pup, Omega.”

“NO! Mine!” Bakugou insisted. “How sure are you that he is your pup, then?

That question made the whole room fall into silence. Kirishima took a few steps back away from him as he froze. He wasn’t sure why that question made him feel more fearful than he had that whole day but it did. He could barely focus on anything else as he felt like everything around him was cracking for the second time today. “What… what do you mean?” Kirishima whispered, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Bakugou. “Why wouldn’t he be mine?”

Bakugou folded his arms over his chest as he stood his ground. “He’s not yours. You have no right to him or any decisions regarding his wellbeing! Kane is not your pup, never has been and he never will be.”

The Alpha shook his head as tears lined at his eyes and burned at him from the inside. “You’re lying. That heat we-”

“Izuku was over the day before my heat officially started, before I was with you the whole time.” He clarified. He moved fast and quickly, grabbing something from within his nightstand. He picked up a file, something he had for Kane since birth. “It was only after I gave birth to him did I have a paternity test done and found out who his real sire was.” He walked over back to Kirishima and handed him a piece of paper that was hidden behind Kane’s birth certificate.

Kirishima was terrified to look down. He felt like the moment he looked down, he would regret it for the rest of his life. But he did so anyways. He looked down and staring right up at him was a paternity test. It was for Kane and him. He couldn’t read any of the words that seemed to jumble up together but what did catch his attention was the numbers in bold at the bottom. 0,0007% Not even one percent match. Kirishima nearly dropped the document, a shaky hand moving to his mouth as he felt everything he ever knew and everything he ever loved get ripped away from him.

Bakugou took the document and folded it. “Kane is not your son, so don’t tell me what’s best for Kane as if it concerns y-”

The sound of whining came from the door as it was pushed open. Standing by the door with his hands together was Kane. He looked up at his parents in confusion and fear. He looked between them, confused as to why there was so much yelling. He whimpered as he kept himself small. “Daddy, Poppa, what’s going on?” He asked softly standing in his little shark pyjamas.

With Kane standing right there in front of him, Kirishima felt like he was so blind. Like he was so fucking blind. Kane, even though looked like he could be Bakugou’s twin, had certain things about him that didn’t make sense now. Did he always have such curly blond hair? Were his eyes always so wide and big? Was he always that small and tiny?

The redheaded Alpha couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, the fear that he wouldn’t recognise his own son settling in far too late. He turned to Bakugou, his face emotionless as he sniffed. He gave the blond a sad smile. “I hope your happier, then.” Kirishima turned and walked to his closet. He grabbed a duffel bag and started shoving his clothes into his bags. Kirishima wasn’t even sure if he was packing everything but he took all his essentials from the bathroom and his wallet too. Anything that looked important he took. Without looking at either one of them, Kirishima shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket and walked right past Kane out the door to his bedroom.

Kane let out some whines behind him, saying something to his dam that Kirishima couldn’t hear in his right mind right now. He marched through the scarcely lit house as he moved to the front door. He needed to leave. He didn’t know where he was going to, but he needed to leave.

“Daddy no!” He felt a body wrap around his leg making him pause. He looked down to see the blond pup clinging to him as hard as he could. Kane was crying, borderline sobbing big crocodile tears that only made Kirishima feel even more blind. “Don’t leave! Where you going?” He looked up to Kirishima with big crimson eyes, his hands balled up as he clung to his sweatpants and didn’t want to leave. Kirishima’s face twisted into something painful not having the heart to reply to him. Kane didn’t deserve this.

Suddenly the blond pup was pulled away from him and pulled into Bakugou’s arms as he kept the young boy off the ground and in his own arms. He forced a struggling and screaming Kane into his arms, almost defensively as if Kirishima was a stranger.

Kirishima just looked at Bakugou, pain filled before turning to leave out the front door. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the one masc he never wanted to see.

Midoriya Izuku stood on his doorstep holding a box and a backpack on his back. He looked to Kirishima in surprise. Kirishima stepped out of the way, his eyes dead as he stared at Midoriya. “Welcome home.” He stated as he allowed the green haired Alpha through. Midoriya hesitated looking at Kirishima with such hesitation. Kirishima found it funny. He was sure Midoirya didn’t look this unsure every day that he looked him in the eye, knowing that he was with his Head Alpha’s Omega.

Midoriya stepped inside and Kirishima bee lined out the door, closing the door behind him. Kirishima stood outside his front door, not knowing what to do next. The Alpha looked around, not knowing where to go so he just went straight. He walked across the street to the park. He walked barefooted holding on to the strap of his bag. His body stopped by a bench and he sat down there in the darkness, with nothing but the park light to illuminate where he was. He leaned back as he stood there for what felt like just a second, staring off for a moment.

“Eijiro…” Standing in front of him now was Todoroki, Mina and Sero. Both men looked down at Kirishima in confusion. Sero put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder leaning forward. “Man, you’ve been sitting out here for two hours. What happened with Katsuki, are you okay?” he asked deeply concerned for not only his Head Alpha but one of his best friends.

Mina nodded as she held her jacket around her, trying to stop the sinking cold from coming in. “Come on Eij, you shouldn’t be out here all alone in the cold.”

Kirishima didn’t move for a second as he just stared up at Sero, then tears started running down his face his face unmoving for a second. Kirishima bit his bottom lip to stop himself from shattering in front of his friends. He brought two hands over his face as he tried to stop the bubbling sobs in his chest as he leaned forward. He shook his head. “He’s not mine.” He cried out. “He’s not mine and I love him so much.” He cried.

Sero moved closer to him as Mina quickly moved to put Kirishima in her arms, turning the large redhead to put his head in the crook of her neck. She rubbed his back as she held him tightly. The feeling of his oldest best friend made him only cry harder as he held onto her. Todoroki stepped forward confused, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who’s not yours, Eijiro?”

“Kane!” Mina’s eyes widened as she looked up to both men who both immediately froze as their faces fell in disbelief. Dead silence filled the space for a second. They looked to each other before looking back down at Kirishima. “He’s not mine. He was never mine! Katsuki told me. He’s-” A hiccup interrupted him as he couldn’t bare to speak more about it.

Mina shushed him sweetly as she rubbed his back. “It’s okay, Eijiro. Don’t think about all that right now, just let it all out big guy.” She told him as she looked up to her husband and one of her packmates.

Sero let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair. The drama only getting worse and worse as time went by. However, once he looked to Todoroki both husband and wife were shocked. Todoroki had a hard look on his face. A scowl was one his beautiful face as he frowned. Todoroki was a traditionalist, he was someone who valued family and valued what came from it, but finding out that someone had disrespected that to this extent to Kirishima’s face, all while lying, was something he could never stand for. Todoroki stepped forward as he sat next to Kirishima on the bench and put a hand on his back as well.

The Seros took Kirishima to their place, letting him stay in their extra bedroom. Sero and Mina along with Todoroki agreed that they would call a pack meting tomorrow morning. Due to everything that was happening, they didn’t have work for the next couple of days so they would need to take the time to discuss and talk this over.

When the next morning came, in a painful reminder that time still goes on, Denki immediately went to your place, still regretting his decision of listening to you when you told him to leave. Denki immediately saw the state you were in. A very bad depressive drop. You were in your nest, refusing to leave it nor even get ready for the day or help Asahi who was too worried about you as he stayed buried at your side.

Denki took Asahi to the Sato’s place where all the pups would be kept during the meeting. Pony took a worried Asahi who was very confused as to what was going on and got him breakfast with the rest of his pup mates. Once Asahi was safe, Denki went back to you. You stayed in your nest, not responding at all. Denki knew that at least you ate something last night, so he wasn’t too worried about how your health was. He kept you sleeping in your nest, promising he would come back.

Kirishima was also left in the Sero’s place, dead asleep, having exhausted his very being enough that even if anyone did speak to him, he couldn’t hear it. Mina had got him some extra blankets and left a plate of breakfast at the side of his table just in case he got hungry while they were gone. Her and Sero took their daughter to the Satos before going over to Iida’s place.

In Iida’s sitting room was where the pack meeting was happening without you, Kirishima, Midoriya or Bakugou.

“What do you mean Kane isn’t Eijiro’s?” Shinso asked as he stood up and stared at Todoroki.

Todoroki nodded his head painfully. “That’s what he said.” He retold the group. “He said that he wasn’t his. Bakugou told him that last night.”

Momo put a hand over her mouth with a gasp in shock at the new piece of news that was just received to the rest of them. “Poor Eijiro.” She let out softly, the others agreeing in saddened hums. She turned to look at her husband as she sat next to him. “Having a pup meant so much to him.” She whispered.

Iida let out a heavy sigh as he dragged a hand through his hair. “It does.” He agreed with her. “And now we’re stuck with two members in a drop, one of which is our Head Alpha who now is without an Omega and a pup.” Iida tried to think about what was the best sort of action. Iida was the acting Head Alpha until Kirishima came back out of his drop. It was his say on what they would do next regarding this whole unprecedented situation. Iida sat down in his cushioned chair, putting his head on top of his hands. “This doesn’t look good for us, nor does it for Eijiro. But lets deal with one thing at a time and quickly. Izuku and Katsuki. Their actions can’t go unpunished.” He stated, the pack nodding their heads in agreement.

“No, they can’t.” Jirou stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Denki frowned as he thought about it for a moment. He closed his eyes. “Their actions are very severe. Not only did they lie to their mates, but Katsuki had a pup and framed it as our Head Alpha’s for six years. That’s horrible.”

Mina nodded along with Denki. “We also need to keep in mind that the public will expect word from what the pack has decided to do to them.”

“Well then we all know what the best course of action is.” Iida sat up in his chair, Hatsume standing next to him, leaning against his chair with one hand on his shoulder. He looked around at the pack members in the room, none of them denying what he was insinuating. He sighed as he closed his eyes. “Then I’ll tell Head Alpha.”

Much later in the day Iida sat in a chair next to where Kirishima lay in bed. His eyes glued to the ceiling as he listened to what Iida had to say. He didn’t say much about anything other than finding out what you thought about the situation. Finding out that you were in agreement with what the pack had concluded, he felt better about it. So Kirishima agreed.

That evening, the whole pack was in attendance at what was essentially a ruling of the events that had happened. Bakugou and Midoriya stood together the eyes of their pack member feeling as though they were drilling holes into them. Bakugou held Kane closer towards him at all the scrutiny, glaring at them all at how quickly they changed against him. Kirishima stood in front of the both of them with you sitting at his side. You looked hollow, kind of just staring into the distance for a while. Asahi sat beside you, looking up at you concerned but also to his father.

“Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki,” Kirishima started. He had forced himself to stand before everyone tonight. He was in no state to do so, nor did he feel like he even had the will to exist right now, but he did what his job was. He was given the job of being Head Alpha and regardless of this situation he had to take it in stride. “You have both not only lied to your mates but also committed adultery. You also lied about the true sire of Bakugou Kane. Your choices have led to a unanimous decision made by the pack that the both of you along with your pup be exiled from Pack-A as well as ex-communicated.”

Both adults faces fell at that decision. Bakugou stepped forward with a face of disbelief. “Eijiro, you can’t be serious.”

Kirishima frowned as he looked down at the blond. “It’s Head Alpha Kirishima to you, Bakugou Katsuki and yes, yes I am. By noon tomorrow, the three of you should be off my pack lands.”

“If you all want to exile us that’s fine, but what about Kane?” Midoriya motioned to the blond pup who didn’t even know what the word ‘exile’ meant, let alone what was supposed to happen. “Kane did nothing wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be ripped from his pack like this. And what about my son Asahi? You’re just going to keep me away from him?”

Kirishima turned to the side, not having any more energy to talk to the both of them. Iida stepped in, putting a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder allowing him to sit down. Kirishima sat in the chair that was placed next to you roughly, too tired to try and sit gracefully. He leaned to the side and placed a hand over his eyes with a heavy sigh, just wanting to go back to bed. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance over to you. He gave you a tired smile.

Iida stepped to stand in front of the both of you. “What about Kane?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows as he looked over at the two of them. “As far as I’m concerned that pup would be with both his sire and dam. Should he wish to play or spend time with any of the other pups, he can do that at school.” Iida clarified. “Regarding Asahi,” The little boy perked up at the mention of his name. “A custody agreement will be settled between you and Y/N regarding him along with the divorce agreement, in the mean time Y/N has agreed to give you weekends. Katsuki, you will also receive a document of divorce papers shortly. From the moment this meeting ends, all three of you will never belong to Pack A again.”

-Glitch1d

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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✩࿐ the mixtape series: keshi edition (masterlist)

about. we turn to music during our most intimate moments, listen to three minutes of perfectly strung together words to best convey emotion. in this universe you turn to a playlist searching for love. OR. a collection of songs by the artist keshi following your relationships with six of your favourite bnha characters.

warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, suggestive, fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, happy endings, toxic relationships/dynamics, fwb relationships break ups, engagements, alcohol mentions - each fic has its own warnings.

things to note. proud to introduce my new mini project that i’ve been working on while i was away! i wanted to try writing a mini series to practice my short form writing. i hope you enjoy!

track list. to be updated every saturday at 6pm - 10pm gmt. each contains its own set of warnings and ratings. reader discretion is advised - find the playlist here !

01. right here - katsuki bakugou (22:07)

about. “if you need me, i’ll be here.” - exes to lovers!au, ex!bakugou, hurt comfort + happy ending.

02. onoffonoff - eijirou kirishima (29:07)

about. “when we start, we never stop.” - toxic relationship!au, miscommunication, pro hero!kirishima suggestive, angst + open ending.

03. war with heaven - izuku midoriya (5:08)

about. “damn, i’m missin’ my baby.” - fwb!au, friends to lovers, long-distance relationship, pro hero!deku, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

04. understand - shoto todoroki (12:08)

about. “maybe we could try it, if you let me.” - established relationship!au, engagements, lazy sundays, pro hero!todoroki, fluff-comfort + happy ending.

05. summer - sero hanta (19:08)

about. “fuck around, feel my heartbeat.” - fwb!au, mutual pining, confessions, pro hero!sero, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

06. beside you - denki kaminari (26:08)

about. “say i’m not your type but i know what’s on your mind.” - friends to lovers!au, reunions, rebounds, pro hero!denki, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

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writingwhileblvck · 5 months

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Kirishima is the kind of of boyfriend who is extremely aware of your emotions. And not in a creepy or overbearing way, he just loves you so much that he can just feel when somethings is off about you. And the knows exactly how to handle it.

Like if you need to cry, he will first make sure no one else is around, then he'll kneel down in front of you and rub your legs gently as you cry. But if your crying turns into a panic attack, or if your just sobbing so hard your shaking or something. Then he take you into his arms, holding you close to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat. His heart beat always calms you down.

He'll stroke your head and rock you gently in his strong arms, and when you finally calm down, he will make or buy your favorite meal, cause he wants to be sure you eat something, and then lay with you and continue to stroke your head and back so you can get some sleep.

He absolutely hates seeing you like this, it tears him to pieces. If he could physically remove your pain, or anxiety trust he would do it in a heart beat. But this isn't a perfect world so if this is the best he can do then he will do it every time.

#mha #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha angst #kirshima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima angst #bnha #bnha kirishima #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #mha x gn!reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader

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veenxys · 1 year

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「How BNHA Boys would react if you fell in love with someone else」

⤷ Bakugou

he would be so mad, not at you, but at him for wasting so much time to the point of losing you. and unfortunately he ends up taking out all his anger and sadness on you; which leads to a big fight where he says horrible things to you. of course he didn’t mean any of that, absolutely nothing; all he wanted was to be able to take you in his arms and take care of you the way you deserve, but he can’t say what happened to him at that moment. maybe fear and anguish had blinded him, maybe love had broken him inside in so many ways he can barely get back on his feet again.

⤷ Deku

he gets nervous to the point of not knowing what to answer. he wants to finally say to you so bad, but he doesn’t want to spoil your happiness because he knows you deserve it. so he just watches you; smiling as if you touched the stars, and the pain in his heart wishes he was that star. that he was the reason you smile so much, but he is not and he needs to accept that. his cheeks get flushed as he looks down at his lap, trying his best not to picture the two of you together, but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you asking what clothes you should wear to go out with this new person but he just can’t answer, he can’t breath, just stand still while letting the sadness invade his entire being.

⤷ Kirishima

he tries to be a ‘good friend’ and supports you; pretending to be excited when you talk about them or smiling when he see your excitement. but deep down he feels an indescribable pain. knowing that he is not the reason for your smile, knowing that he is not the reason for your racing heart or the butterflies in your stomach the way you are his. so he just stands there, letting love break him apart.

⤷ Todoroki

he can only keep quiet, trying to distract his eyes with the things around him. he doesn’t really know what to say and you think it’s just because he hasn’t been in a relationship before so he doesn’t know how to advise you, but the truth is he can’t speak; it’s as if all the words and confessions he wanted to say to you turned to ash in his mouth. so he just watches painfully as you talk excitedly about someone who stole your heart while you break his.

⤷ Denki

he is always excited to talk to you because it makes his day, you make his day. but you can see his quick change of expression when you start talking about a new person; he doesn’t want to get in your way since you’re just friends, but that’s the problem. you are just friends. he could have changed it if he wasn’t so scared or didn’t want to ruin the perfect friendship you had but now he knows that nothing will ever be the same again because love doesn’t die overnight, he will still be hurt many times before finally let you go.

⤷ Tamaki

he didn’t know he could feel so broken until this moment; he never had the courage to show his true feelings for you, and seeing you moving on like his feelings never existed kills him a little inside, but that’s okay, because he’d still die for you. he tries to be happy for you or move on, but his heart has always been yours, and always will be.

⤷ Shinsou

he is a mixture of melancholy and confused feelings, for a moment he can’t think, just feel this pain invade every pore of his being. he feels guilty for not telling you in time, now he has to see you in someone else’s arms. he feels selfish, but he wants your happiness with him, not with someone else, but that won’t happen and even if it hurts, he needs to accept it.

⤷ Hawks

he can’t believe it at first; he gives fake smiles as you excitedly tell him about this new person but if you looked deep into his eyes you would notice the immense sadness he is trying to hide. he genuinely tries to be happy for you because after all, you are best friends, he should be happy for you. but he can’t. because he doesn’t see you as a friend anymore, he sees you as the person who has his heart in hands but is crushing it in front of him.

⤷ Dabi

dabi doesn’t know who he hates more; this new person for stealing your heart, you for being so blindly in love, or him for taking too long to tell you how he feels. he pretends he doesn’t care like always, but deep down he’s so broken and in pain he can barely breathe. he feels the fire burning under his skin when you start talking about this new person; he often says discouraging things to you, like ‘what did you really see in them?’ ‘c’mon, they’re just using you’, you think it’s because he’s just overprotective, but in reality he’s begging for his words to have some effect on you and for you to fall out of love.

⤷ Shigaraki

he always knew he shouldn’t like you because he always knew he wasn’t the right guy for you. but it was so inevitable and at the same time so natural, he couldn’t hold back because when he realized, he was already falling hard for you. and now knowing that he could have done something to have changed that fate destroys him inside. he hates you. he hates this feeling you give him. hates himself for letting himself fall in love with you, even though he knows you would never love him back. and he hates this person you’re in love with because you’re too good for them or anyone else. shigaraki hates to feel his heart breaking in his chest, but there’s nothing he can do but watch you break it.

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itadore-you · 4 months

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First love!Kirishima who confessed to you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and recited a poem (which he, very proud of himself, memorised)

Once he declared that date night was Fridays, at 7pm always, it remained as Friday at 7pm. Always.

He would always bring you back by 9:30pm on the dot. Even after you introduced him to your parents, and they told him they trusted him enough to bring you back by ten - no, you'd dutifully be returned to your doorstep by nine thirty.

He would always bring a gift for your parents too, and would never fail to compliment your parents on a new haircut, their lovely home and hospitality.

He got along with all your friends but wasn't too close that it made you feel awkward. Never did anything to warrant a discussion (the bad kind) in a secret groupchat.

The perfect guy.

First love!Kirishima who everyone asks you about ten years later, even though you both have moved on from your break up five years ago.

Your parents still reassure you that nice guys like him exist somewhere.

They still ask you about how he's doing, even though you deleted his number long ago.

Always feeling like something is missing on your Friday evenings, and still feeling too heartbroken to delete the 'date night' notification that comes up on your phone.

#kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima angst #kirishima #eijiro x reader #mha

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grapementos · 10 months

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i don’t wanna break you

aged up kirishima x reader

cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals

night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.

the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.

then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.

sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.

you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.

it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.

once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.

you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.

your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."

you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.

"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."

"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.

all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.

"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.

"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"

"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."

he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."

"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.

he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.

it was no big deal, you hoped.

the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.

you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.

"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.

"m'not even that tired."

"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.

he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.

"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."

"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."

he hummed, "is that even healthy?"

"don't care."

"me neither."

the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.

within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.

you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.

suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.

your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.

yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.

the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.

your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.

just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"

lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"

your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.

you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.

it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.

you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.

"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"

his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.

he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.

the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.

the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.

kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.

it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.

his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.

that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.

he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.

as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.

waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."

you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.

"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."

you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.

"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.

"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."

your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."

"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."

warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.

"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.

"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.

"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."

"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."

"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"

"you've been having nightmares?"

he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.

"we can't be together."

a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.

"what?"

"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."

"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."

he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."

your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.

"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."

he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.

"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."

he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"

"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"

he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."

"then stay. if you love me, stay."

"okay."

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unofficialmuilover · 6 months

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A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON.

"No" You whisper, shaking your head as you stared up at the him standing in front of you.

You feel your legs shake as you process the words he said.

It can't be.

Flinching was your automatic response when he tries to catch you when your legs buckle and you plopped down on the ground.

You swat his hand away when he tries to hoist you up, you felt puking, those hand were the same hand who caressed another other than you.

"please" he pleaded.

You look up at him, but you couldn't look at him the same way anymore.

Those eyes, that you often got lost into are now filled with tears and regret.

Those lips, that used to be pressed up in your forehead, has sinfully pressed up to another skin.

The warmth in his body, has warmed up another one.

"why?" you choked out, a sob breaking through you, feeling your heart break into a million pieces, the loud thump almost defeaning your ear.

But no matter what excuses he had, he had already broken you, he lost you as a consequence of his own action.

A sob escape, followed by another one, until you're full on crying, pushing him away as he tries to console you.

How could you cry now when the shoulder you always lean on was the one who broke you?

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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Take It Out On Me

Summary: Kiri is the good guy. Always has been. Always smiling, always loyal, would hate to hurt anybody for no reason. So how does he keep finding himself tangled up with someone else’s girlfriend?

Genre: angst, pining, smut- MDNI

CW: cheating, choking, creampie, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it guys), uhhh couch sex?

Word Count: 2,053

Kiri knows what the two of you have isn't healthy. Knows it down to his core that eventually, things are gonna blow up in his face and he's gonna lose everything, including the two most important people in his life.

And yet, when he feels your fingers crawling up under his shirt, your lips on his, he can't seem to find it in himself to care.

It's not often you come over after 11pm, and even rarer for you to not text him beforehand. Without having to even see your tear-stained face, he knows your boyfriend must have really done something to hurt your heart.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but heaven is buried beneath that angry gaze for Kiri. Sometimes you want to talk about it, and like a good friend, Kiri lets you rant, holds you close, and wipes away your tears.

Some nights he even goes as far as to defend your boyfriend, and his words soothe you enough to leave without even so much as a kiss. He tells you it's just because he's complicated, and even your boyfriend deserves to have someone on his side, but deep down, he knows it's just to ease the guilt of sleeping with someone else's girl.

"Take it out on me."

That one sentence lit the fire, uttered in the heat of a moment when he couldn't stand how close your face had been to his, your flushed expression, your tear-stained cheeks. His lips had just barely brushed over yours when he spoke, but it was all you'd needed to break both of your resolves.

He didn't realize it at the time, but he'd set a precedent for a routine with that invitation: You'd get back together with your boyfriend, have an explosive fight, and end up in Kiri's bed (or his shower or his truck or that one time in the hayloft on Bakugou's family property). And then you'd make up, and the cycle would restart.

Kiri knows you're never gonna pick him. He's made his peace with that, as much as it still stings to see you and your boyfriend together in public, knowing just the night before you'd been crying his name, sleeping in his arms.

But he'll take what he can get from you, and right now, it's your pretty cunt sinking down onto him. You tilt backward, adjusting so your dirty boots aren't sitting on the cheap fabric of his couch, and if he had half a mind left, he'd tease you about how eager you are that you haven't even taken the time to slip off your shoes.

He knows he should stop you every time you come over, tell you to go home to your boyfriend, or just pick one. Tell you to pick him, that he'll treat you so much better, treat you like the princess you are. But he can't think straight with you pressing your hips down, your soft walls clamping down on his cock. Can't think as your lips press over his pulse.

All he can think about is how good your bare skin feels against his, how in love with you he is, how long it's been since he's had you like this, and how much he missed it.

"Thanks for listening, Kiri," you mumble against his skin, fingers running through his hair, and he leans into your touch, sitting up straighter against the couch, your fingers sending tiny electric shocks throughout his system. You're always so pretty, so thankful when he's filling you up, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't addicted.

"Not a problem, sweetheart," he pants, fingers digging into your hips as he restrains himself from thrusting up into you, knowing you didn't let him work you open as much as he'd like in your haste to get back at your boyfriend and get some comfort. He'd lay you down in his bed on a typical night and spend hours with his head between your legs until you were a begging, crying mess, but tonight wasn't a typical night.

He'd barely been able to close his front door before your hands were all over him, mouth claiming his as you stretched on your tiptoes and shoved his button-up off his shoulders. He's lucky the two of you made it to the couch.

"No, I mean it. You don't know how much it means to me," you groan when your hips press flush against his, mouth parted, and eyes squeezed shut at the burning stretch, and he presses a soft kiss against the column of your throat in hopes to distract you.

He hums in reply, hoping that will be enough, giving an experimental roll of his hips that has you pressing your nails into his shoulders, crescent moons carved into his skin.

"I know it can't be easy keeping this a secret. I know it's hard. You're a good guy, and Bakugou is your best friend-" you begin to pant, face buried in his neck, and the reminder of who exactly he's betraying flips a switch inside Kiri.

In a second, he has your back pressed against the cushions of his couch, the hand that was just rubbing soft circles on your hip curled around your throat as he bares his teeth at you, eyebrows drawn together.

"Jus' shut the fuck up," he growls, lips crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue and fury. Because it is hard. He is the good guy, the loyal best friend, and he never wants to hurt Bakugo, hates the idea that he's betraying his trust, hates that he's lying to his face. He doesn't need the reminder, especially now, balls deep in his best friend's girl.

He slams his hips into yours, swallowing the strangled cry you let slip from your mouth before pulling back, his fingers tightening around your neck as his gaze drags over your body.

You're so perfect, it hurts.

From the way your eyes are rolling back, your soft swollen lips, the way the fat of your tits bounces with every rough thrust, down to your pretty cunt taking him so readily, it's just not fair. He knows you and Bakugou aren't good for each other, knows he could be everything you need, so why can't you see it?

"Kiri," you whine, tapping on the hand wrapped a little too tightly around your throat. He mumbles out an apology, loosening his grip immediately and dipping down to capture your mouth again, tongue sliding against yours.

He groans when you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he can't help the flutter in his stomach when he feels you smile against his mouth. He pulls away just enough to press his forehead against yours, slowing his pace as he pulls back so only the tip of his cock is nestled inside your wet warmth before rolling forward again.

When you open your mouth to complain, he shushes you, shaking his head slightly, his brow wrinkled. He wants to enjoy himself and get lost in the way you're squeezing his cock, but all he can think about is how you're going to leave when it's over; all he can think about is that somehow, he's still not good enough.

"Hey," your soft voice makes him peel open his eyes, and your hands envelop his face, fingers rubbing over the stubble as you search his gaze, mouth parted, eyes glassy, your brows drawn up in concern. "I love you."

Your quiet words knock all of the air out of Kiri's lungs as you pull him down for a sweet kiss, and he freezes for a half-second before he's kissing you back with a renewed fervor, pulling your wrists over your head to intertwine your fingers with his.

"Say it again," he pleads against your mouth, and you oblige, your breathy words breaking off into a moan when his pace picks back up, and he wonders if he's imagined all of it for a split second.

"Again." You give him what he wants, over and over, your words spurring his hips until he's rutting into that one spot inside you so hard that the couch is creaking, the phrase blurring into a chant as you keen, cumming around his cock as you cry your adoration for him.

The fragile hold he has on his release snaps when you cry into his neck, babbling about how it's always been him, and he lets go of your hands finally to grip your hips hard enough to bruise, teeth sinking into your shoulder, his hips stuttering.

He's never allowed himself to mark you before, never been allowed, but he doesn't care right now, and evidently neither do you, carding one hand sloppily through his hair while the other rakes over his shoulders, leaving angry red marks in its wake as he sends you hurtling towards another orgasm.

He paints your walls white, groaning against your skin as you whine and milk him dry, his release leaking out around his cock from the sheer amount.

"I love you too," he pants out finally, pressing a soft kiss over the fresh, angry bitemark he's marred you with, tracing his lips up higher across your jaw. He peppers kisses across your face as you giggle breathlessly, finally capturing your lips again, his heart so full he's afraid he might die right there.

You both let out low moans when he pulls out finally, watching as his cum leaks out and he uses two fingers to press it back inside of you, eyes glued on your flushed face and the way your back rises off the couch from the overstimulation.

He chuckles, kissing your hip, scooting down the couch to gently take your boots off your feet, grinning crookedly at you when you blush.

"Figured it was about time these came off," he teases, and you hum in response, turning onto your side and stretching. It's an unintentional tease, but a tease nonetheless, the way your muscles tighten and then release, the satisfied groan you let out, and his cock twitches.

"C'mere," he huffs, gathering you in his arms and standing. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your cheek against his skin as he walks you to his bedroom, but look up in surprise when he drops you gently on the mattress.

"'M not done with you yet, pretty girl," he warns, caging you in with one arm as his other hand traces over your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip as he looks for a sign you want him to stop.

He finds none, only your pretty eyes staring adoringly up at him, and his breath hitches as he leans down to brush his lips over yours.

"Would ya.. say it again?" he asks hopefully, hesitantly, but you smile, looking him in the eyes as you hum out your response.

"I love you, Kirishima."

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When Kiri wakes, he's surprised to find the other half of the bed cold, your keys and clothes gone, but his bathroom still steamy from a recent shower.

For half a second, that old disappointment sinks into his bones before the memories of the night before come rushing back, and he slaps the back of his hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh threatening to jump out of his chest.

You finally said it.

You love him.

The words bounce around his head as he goes about his morning, and for the first time in a while, he's not worried about getting a text from you. He knows where he stands now.

His excellent mood lasts his entire day, and while his stomach flips a bit at the idea of looking a freshly broken up Bakugou in the eye later in the evening, he brushes it away.

He decides that he'll probably have to wait a while to make things official, out of respect for Bakugou, but he's waited this long; what's another couple of months? He'll figure it out. All that matters is that you love him.

He never sees it coming when he walks into the bar to see you under Bakugou's arm, a hand slid comfortably under his shirt, Bakugou's face buried in your neck.

Like he never existed at all.

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angelshimaa · 1 year

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━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

⤷ feat. bakugou, kirishima and kaminari <3

♡ cw :: gn!reader, angsty angsty angsty, implied that reader breaks it off with them, basically how they are right after the breakup

♡ pet names :: none !

♡ a/n :: tbh i don’t have anything to say— just felt like hurtin some boys <3 major major thanks to @softiefeli for bein the first ever to read this besides me— mwah mwah !

it’s frightening to see how much more katsuki drowns himself in work.

training and heroing are all his life start to consist of, determined to shove enough of it in his mind to leave no space for you and all he misses. forever angry at you, forever angry at him and forever angry at how things fell apart— the love he carries for you is pushed aside by his burning temper constantly rearing its ugly head.

if he has anything to do with it though, you’ll never know.

not when he walks past you as if he has no memory of you once being so dear to him. not when he drains out the sound of your voice, as if that wasn’t once one of his favourite sounds.

you’ll never know exactly how hurt he is. not when he makes sure you cease to exist to him.

kirishima eijirou has never felt so displaced in his life.

the cutting off what the two of you have— had— so quickly leaves him reeling as his heart stutters, trying to understand how and why. he tries to piece together all sorts of reasons and explanations— his mind nothing but grey ‘what-ifs’ and ‘i-should-haves’ among the ruins you’ve left him in.

seeing you so soon after, knowing he doesn’t have you anymore, has his wounds falling open over and over— raw and painful and he hates how he’s sure your care and your touch could heal them.

yet, he’s reminded how he needs to keep his distance, no matter how foreign and wrong it feels. he realises his hardening can’t help him against this hurt— not when he can’t help how soft he’ll forever remain for you.

you leave him so lost— so lost in not being able to hold and openly love you anymore— yet his heart hasn’t yet learnt to feel anything but restricted love laced in sorrow for you.

denki can’t deal with how real it all is.

it’s just unbelievable. unbelievable that this isn’t some horrible prank going on too long— that it isn’t some sick joke he wasn’t in on. the ties between the two of you had really been cut into two— he can’t claim to be yours anymore and that hurts him more than he hopes the others are aware.

denki does what he knows to do best— he puts on his jester mask and pulls off a show.

he laughs to hide the sound of his heart crashing to the floor at the mention of your name. he jokes as if he doesn’t find himself crying yet again at the thought of you almost every night in his dorm. he flirts and teases as if strings don’t tug in his chest as a reminder— his heart already has an owner.

it’s unbelievable how much he feels he’s lost once you left, so unbelievable he’ll remain in denial as long as he can— or until he’s how you left him; alone.

— thank you for reading ! rbs + comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

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loner4-life · 10 days

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Nightmares

Wc: 2k

(+18 NSFW)

MDNI

Tags: slight angst, oral (fem. receiving), mentions of death, praise

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You rushed into the elevator and clicked the 6th floor. This couldn’t be real? /He was going to be ok right?/ you thought to yourself as the elevator took its sweet time to get you where you desperately needed to be.

The hospital had called you while you were out on patrol. Saying Kirishima had taken a fatal hit from a villain's quirk attack as he tried to protect civilians.

He usually got back up with no issues, but he didnt this time.The elevator suddenly dinged as its doors opened.

You sprinted down the hall to the room the nurse had given you. You soon made it there only to see Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero and Mina waiting outside the room.

“How am I the last one here dammit?” You sighed in irritation as you moved past them to the door, but Kaminari stopped you.

“Wait before you-” You pushed him away and tried to open the door again. Only to be stopped once more by Bakugou. “Listen to us, you can’t go in there.” He said slowly.

You looked at him irritated and confused. “Let me go Katsuki,” you said sternly, shoving him away from you.

You rushed in the room despite words of caution from the four of them. You froze when you saw Kirishima surrounded by doctors.

You quickly analyzed the situation before all the pieces clicked together with three words. “Time of Death 9:23 pm”

Your ears rang as you fell to your knees, Mina slid next to you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Honey..”

The tears began to fall, “Eijirou!” you screamed as your fists hit the floor. “N-no!” you sobbed.

You sat up before crawling to his side as he laid still. “We’re so sorry ma’am,we’ll give you the room..” the doctors said quietly before leaving the room.

You sobbed loudly into his chest as you gripped his fading warm hand. “Ei, y-you can’t do this to me please.” you cried.

Your heart shattered even more as you saw his expressionless face wrapped in bandages. Your body shook with sobs as comforting hands rested on your back.

Bakugou walked to the other side of the bed, you looked up at him with red eyes only to see tears pooling in his.

This was the first time any of you had seen Bakugou cry. Mina kneeled on your left while Kaminari stood to your right,placing his hand on Kirishima's shoulder.

Sero stood at the foot of the bed trying to stop his tears but ultimately failing.

“You damn shitty hair.” Bakugou gasped as he tried not to let the noise of his cries out.

You sniffed once more as you felt that warm lump in your throat. You gasped to let out a loud sob only to sit up at the speed of light in your shared bed with Eijirou.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, you quickly looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 1:03 am.

You turned to your other side and put your hand out expecting it to fall on a sleeping kirishima only to hit the mattress.

/That's right/ you thought to yourself. These nightmares had been recurring ever since eijirou left 2 weeks ago for a hero mission.

You couldn't help but feel like they meant something, especially since you haven't been able to get a hold of him for 2 days.

You sat up in bed, running your hands through your hair as you fought the tear that threatened to weld in my eyes.

You heard whining as you looked to Eiji's side of the bed. "C'mon sage," you said, patting the bed. Your huge german shepherd hopped up from the floor and onto the bed before he laid down.

"I know I miss him too," you said quietly as you stroked his fur slowly. After a moment you realized you weren't going back to sleep so you swung your legs over the side of the bed before making your way downstairs and into the kitchen.

Sage followed close behind you, you reached into the cabinet for a glass and filled it with water. You took a sip as you looked around the quiet house.

You were snapped out of thought when sage began to growl. "What is it buddy?" You asked as you watched his hair stand on end as he lurked down the hall towards the front door.

All the terrible possibilities began running through your head as your stomach dropped. You quietly followed sage to see what he was growling at.

Before you could make it down the hall you heard the door creak as it opened. "Hello?," you called as you raised your hands prepared to use your quirk.

You took a few steps as you heard the door shut. You turned the corner swiftly, preparing for the worst, until you saw an exhausted looking kirishima hunched in the doorway as he shakily petted the dog.

"Oh eiji!" You cried as you ran to him and wrapped in a hug. He fell back on the floor as his breath was knocked out.

"Hey honey," he said as he wrapped his arms around you.

The two of you laid on the floor for a while before you pulled away. "I thought you weren't going to be home for another week?" You asked as you got up before helping him up.

"They let me out early. We got the villains.” He explained as he walked past you to the kitchen. You noticed him limping.

"Baby… you're limping." You said rushing to him to help him walk. "I'm okay. It's not as bad as it looks." He spoke as he sat at the kitchen island.

You frowned as you stood next to him. You pulled him close, letting his head rest on your chest. "I missed you so much, eijirou," you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I missed you too, sweetheart." He smiled weakly. "Let's get you cleaned up." You said as you helped him upstairs.

You had him sit on the bed as you grabbed your first aid kit you kept under the bathroom sink. You walked out of the bathroom and back to him before you began to clean the cuts on his face.

Small hisses of pain were heard from him as you did so. "A pro-hero and can't handle a little rubbing alcohol?" You teased him.

He smiled as he laughed a little. "So everything went well on the mission?" You asked as you pulled out some butterfly stitches.

"As well as it could I suppose, no one got seriously hurt and the villains are in custody" he sighed as he began to relax.

You hummed in acknowledgement as you finished up what you were doing, "there you go, all fixed" you said as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

He placed his hand over yours softly as he looked at you. "How was everything here while I was gone?" You thought about lying and said "oh it was fine! A little boring but fine, " but it wasn't.

"I'm gonna be honest, terrible." You said as you sat next to him on the bed. " I've been having nightmares almost every night"

You explained as his eyes grew worrisome. "Oh baby…" He cooed as you leaned on his shoulder.

"they were all about terrible things I thought would happen when you were gone, I had one like 20 minutes before you got here actually"

You laughed dryly as you nuzzled into him. He stroked your head with his free hand comfortingly. "I'm sorry baby" he said as he kissed your head.

"It's not your fault don't apologize, it was just really scary" you said. He hummed as he pulled you into a hug. You sank in with no resistance as he held you.

“I'm here now baby..let me take care of you.” He said softly as he pulled away and looked at you.

He held your gaze for a moment before leaning in and kissing you. You whined softly as he did so, realizing just how much you missed him and the way he made you feel.

“Eiji…please” you said softly against his lips. He hummed as he kissed up your jaw before nipping at your earlobe as he whispered in your ear.

“What do you need babygirl?” He murmured in your ear before leaning back to look you in the eye. You practically came then and there.

“Can you..use your mouth..please” You responded with reddened cheeks. "Absoulutly," Kirishima said before eagerly lifting and guiding you back on the large bed without a second thought.

He grabbed the waistband of your pajama bottoms before quickly taking them off and revealing to him you weren't wearing any underwear.

“Fuck baby..this is all I could think about for the past 2 weeks” he mumbled as he made his way on his stomach between your legs.

He gripped your thighs as he pulled you close, putting your legs over his shoulders leaving your dripping pussy mere inches away from his face.

Having kept you waiting long enough he closed the gap as he pressed his tongue flat against your folds, gathering your taste before delving in further.

His tongue prodded at your entrance slightly before making its way to where you wanted it most.

His tongue swirled on your clit precisely making you whine and moan. “Eiji~..” you moaned as your hand reached for the pillow behind your head.

“You're so wet baby~” He slurred as he slurped up your juices and licked your clit sloppily. He couldn't help but rut into the mattress at your sweet noises.

“fuck..mm~ don't stop..” you whined as your back arched in a delicious curve. He moaned against your clit at your pleas, “couldn't even if i wanted to..you taste so fucking good~”

He breathed heavily as he practically drooled into your cunt. You felt your orgasm approach quickly as you sank your fingers into his hair to ground yourself.

“fuck.. eiji~” you gasped as you balled the sheets in your other hand. He could help but tease you a little as he slowed his movements making you whine.

“You're so close, aren't you sweetheart?” He asked even though he knew the answer. “Please…please eiji..I'm right there~” you pleaded.

“God when you beg so sweetly, how can I resist?” he muttered with hungry eyes as he lapped at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and swirling his tongue in circles.

Your climax hit you like a train as you cried out his name in pleasure, unable to prevent your legs from squeezing his head but he wasn't complaining.

Once you caught your breath you legs fell apart releasing kirishima from the vice grip you had him in.

He gasped slightly as you let go, sitting up before scooting forward to kiss you. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, his shark teeth almost glistening in the light as he did so.

“You're so pretty when you feel good baby” he purred as he kissed you neck, you hummed in desire as you felt his erection press against you through his pants.

“All because of you eiji~” you cooed sweetly in his ear before you kissed his cheek. “Now let me-” your words were cut off by a bark.

You both looked behind yourselves and saw Sage standing there, his tail wagging as he waited to be let outside.

“Sage buddy, you're killing the mood man,” Kirishima groaned as he rested his head against your shoulder in defeat.

You patted his back as you sat up and reached for your previously discarded pajama pants. “Let me let him out real quick” you said as you pulled your bottoms on as you stood up.

You reached for his face before cupping his cheek lovingly. “Then I'll show you just how much I missed you too” you smirked before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

After you pulled away, you smiled at him before walking out of the room, Sage eagerly following behind you.

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#my hero academia #kirishima fluff #kirishima imagine #kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou #kirishima angst #kirishima x reader #mha eijirou #eijirou x reader #eijirou smut

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)

about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.

warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.

things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩

how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter.

he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies.

eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him.

but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest.

how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.

you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away.

it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.

you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin.

“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”

you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?

it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle.

you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside of your chest cavity.

it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork.

“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged.

your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.

“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”

you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.

blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds.

“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing.” stop talking.

“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.

“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck.

this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“

“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it.

you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.

“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment you feel towards each other.

“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.”

“you are being unreasonable.”

“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?”

“come on, what’s with the attitude?”

“excuse me?”

kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt. “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”

you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.”

“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become?

“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.”

kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?”

“the blame is never on you, is it?”

“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“

“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“

“i’m trying—“

“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.”

“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing.

each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar.

“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel.

when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too.

“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast.

“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin.

your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”

you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.”

kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too.

“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?”

“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.”

a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.

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sannasruins · 1 year

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stained red

kirishima x reader

type: angst

warnings: major character death, fluff to pain, violence

a/n: a sad fic for my favorite boy, thought of this while doing my hair the other day, and thought about making it happy, decided against it lol. no happy endings here :)

word count: 2k

You had successfully infiltrated Kirishima’s room, your mission? Dyeing his hair.

He had approached you earlier that afternoon in class, eyes shifting back and forth, as if he was going to tell you a dark secret no one must hear. “Hey, y/n” he whispered once he reached your desk.

You looked up from your course work that you had previously been focused on, “Yeah? What’s up Kiri?”

“I need your help,” he parted his hair and leaned his head down so you could see the peaking of his dark roots, “helppppp” he whined out.

You laughed at his pleading, “Kirishima, you used to do this all by yourself, why do you need me to do it recently?”

“You just do it better.” He answered. You knew. On the days after he dyed his hair, his forehead, ears, and hands were stained a deep red, giving away his previous night’s activities. It never ended up stained when you did it, he had become spoiled by your steady and gentle hands.

“Okay,” you smiled at him, “I’ll be there tonight.”

He grinned his beautiful, sharp grin at you, unaware of the swarm of butterflies it released in your stomach every time he did.

You giggled at the sight before you in the mirror, Kirishima obediently sitting on the floor in front of your feet, a plastic bag with a hole cut in the middle for his head around his shoulders, his eyes crinkled with a smile as they met yours. With such a lovely sight in front of you, how could you not be absolutely enamored with him?

The gloves around your fingers crinkled as you messed with his hair, tilting his head forwards and backwards, left and right, making sure to not miss a single spot. Starting with the dye brush but soon giving up and resorting to using your hands to apply, it just worked better that way. It’s not like he was paying for a professional service; it was two teenagers in a dorm at night sneaking around. There was no pressure for it to be perfect, he didn’t mind if you messed up a little bit, having you do it was way more fun than him struggling to do it by himself. You didn’t notice at the time, but a small hole appeared in the glove, allowing some of the bright red dye to seep into your skin, staining it pink.

You put another plastic bag over his head, when he asked why the first time you did it, you said “it’s for you to cook.” You may not be a professional, but you know at least that, you then looked at him incredulously, “you never cooked?”. He shook his head no, then asked, “was I supposed to?”.

“I mean, you don’t have to, but it does something… I think.” You answered him. He gave you a doubtful look but allowed you to continue without questioning your ways anymore.

You both sat on his floor while you waited for the dye to do its thing, gloves discarded, and stain discovered much to your dismay. Shuffling a sack of cards you asked, “what do you want to play?”

4-0 was the score by the time your phone timer went off, notifying you it was time to rinse his hair. Kirishima was really bad at card games. And you were really good. “Okay!” you exclaimed, slapping your thighs, and getting up from your seated position, “come on, let’s go.”

He looked silly, leaning forward in an attempt to not get any of the red stained water on his skin as your started to rinse the dye from his hair. You cherished these next moments; it held a type of intimacy you thought you would never feel again. You put a glob of shampoo into his hair as he sat on the stool, his white shirt wet with red water, and gently massaged the product on his head, running your nails softly over his scalp as it bubbled pink between your fingers. You couldn’t see it but his eyes were softly closed and a relaxed smile graced his lips. When you were done with the shampoo, you poured the bucket of water next to you over his head, resulting in him turning around and scowling at you playfully, you grinned back at him, a silent laugh shaking your chest. You pushed his head to face forward again and squeezed conditioner into your palm, before starting to rub it into the ends of his fiery, wet hair. The room was silent, but it was nice, there was no need to fill the silence, it was safe, it was warm.

You saw his hair the next day, revitalized and looking as bright as ever. A beacon in the dark, for you at least. You passed smiles between on another throughout the day, and before you knew it, it was time for your afterschool intern training. Its what you had been looking forward to all day, as you and Kirishima were both interning under the Pro Hero: Fatgum, which meant you got to spend all afternoon walking around the city with him, talking and having fun. Maybe, you thought, you could get Taiyaki on the way home, you getting custard and him getting red bean, the hot steam from the pancake warming your face in the cool nights air.

It was a small time villain, someone you hadn’t ever heard the name of before, that you came across. He was rampaging through a residential part of town, and there were already a few civilians severely injured when you arrived. You weren’t worried though, his quirk wasn’t very powerful, and Kiri and you were heroes in training, a small fry like him shouldn’t be any problem. Nevertheless you called in to report the situation and request backup as you ran to the villain, who Kirishima was already engaged with.

You shouldn’t have taken the villain so lightly, he was a cornered beast, and you in your naivety you didn’t realize the lengths one would take to get themselves out of a corner, even if its one they put themselves in. It wasn’t Kirishima he went for, no, he was as strong as he was impenetrable, the villain targeted you instead.

He feigned a move, you lunged in, tired and read for the fight to be over, wondering when the backup was going to arrive. And like that, the villain was suddenly behind you and making a fatal move, your head turned as you saw him leap towards you. But in a flash of red, Kirishima Eijiro was between you two, and you felt your heart drop.

His body crumped, being hit with a move meant to kill from such a close distance. He was fine, he had to be fine though, he was semi hardened, that couldn’t have killed him, you tried to convince yourself. The villain was taken a back, you had to strike now before the window of vulnerability closed, you couldn’t be distracted.

After that first strong hit it didn’t take long for the villain to be subdued, and as you hit the final blow you saw your mentor, Fatgum, arrive. You met his eyes, silently giving him permission to take it from there as you fell to your knees, chest heaving as you tired to catch your breath.

A thought flashed in your mind. Kirishima.

You turned, still on your knees to see him lying on the pavement. Oh god, red, surrounded him, not the warm red of his hair but a deep, cold red, the very life of him pooling onto the dark cement around him. Was he breathing? You couldn’t tell. You crawled to him, unable to find the strength to stand up.

“Kiri? Hey Kiri can you hear me?” you asked, voice laden with desperation as you gently rolled him onto his back. His eyes were barely open, but they moved and focused on you. You smiled at him, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Hey y/n” he answered you, voice a gravely sound barely above a whisper, a sharp stabbing pain shot into your heart, choking you on your words. “Your- you’re uncomfortable aren’t you?” you asked, he just nodded back. “its okay, here,” you sat criss cross and moved his head into your lap, “lap pillow, that’s what all the boys are talking about these days right?” He smiled faintly at you, eyes fluttering open and close, “yeah, how lucky I am.”

You tapped his face lightly, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep any semblance of composure as you watched the pool of blood grow in size beneath him, “Eijiro, you gotta stay awake for me, you gotta, soon recovery girl is going to be here and she’ll make it all better okay? You just gotta stay awake a little longer,” you were pleading at that point, hot tears streaming down your face as you looked down at his face, his beautiful face that was slowly loosing its color, the warmth of his cheeks cooling.

“Can you,” he struggled to get his words out, “can you stroke my hair please y/n?”

You smiled, salty tears covered your lips, and you nodded, “Of course kiri.” Rubbing his head gently, fingers brushing through the same hair they were the night before, but now that clean red hair was matted with blood. You tired not to pull on any of the knots in his hair, you could brush them out later, when he was safe.

“And call me by my name,” it was getting harder and harder for him to get his words out, “my, my first name I mean”

“Eijiro.”

“Yeah.” He smiled and his eyes started to droop.

“No no no, Eijiro, please keep your eyes open, please please, just a little while longer okay? Helps going to be here soon.” Your tears were dripping onto his face, mixing into his own. You wiped them away with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still making its way over his hair. Over and over again. You could hear the sirens, they were getting close, help would be there soon, he just needed to hold out a little while longer.

“Hey y/n?” he asked, you were surprised at the sound of his voice, “you’re one of my best friends, thank you y/n.”

“Save your strength, we can talk later,” you told him, “they’re almost here, just a few more minutes.” You didn’t want him to thank you. It was your fault he was in this situation to begin with. If you hadn’t been so weak then this wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t have been hurt. It was your fault.

“I love you, thank you for,” he paused, taking a rattled breath, “thank you for being here with me, its not so scary with you.”

Those were the last words that Kirishima Eijiro ever said. When his body had lost all its warm, when you were sure he was gone, you screamed. A animalist sound that ripped its way out of your lungs, a sound that let everyone know, exactly what had just happened. A sound so filled with grief and anger that it was almost tangible.

You laid yourself over his body for a moment, hugging him close to you, his blood making its way into your clothes, into the cracks of your skin, under your fingernails, onto your lips. And sobs wracked your body, your entire being shaking with the power of your anguish.

They had to drag you away from his body, you were fighting them with all of what little strength you had left, begging, and pleading for them to let you say with him, and at that point you were ready to just die with him. You wanted to stay with him, it was your fault, he shouldn’t be alone, he’s going to be scared, you need to be with him.

When he was no longer in your sight, when they had loaded you into the back of an ambulance, because apparently you had been injured too, you looked down. That’s when you saw your hands.

Stained with the color of his hair dye. Stained with the color of his blood. Stained red.

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