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10liver · 9 months

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Here's a little kirishimaxreader fanfic I came up with based on a random photo I found on pint.

Slight nsfw? If you can even call it that.

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Reader finds herself indulged in their phone, as every teenager would be. Although their phone seems to be begging for attention, Kirishima seems to want it more. But it isn't as easy as it sounds, so he does something about it.

"Hiya Beautiful! Whatcha doin'?" Kirishima pipes up walking into the bedroom where you lied in peaceful comfort. He beamed you a sharp toothy closed-eye smile as soon as you looked up from your phone to look at him.

"Just on my phone is all." You reply, returning his smile with a soft one.

"Oh alright, are you free today?" He asks, walking over to the side of the bed and sitting at his desk in the corner by the bed.

You hum a silent 'yes' as you continue to message your friends.

"Ah, okay. Do you wanna go out tonight?" He asks, still keeping on a big smile.

You hum again, shooting him a thumbs up followed up with a nod.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asks, turning his seat so he's looking at you.

He takes the brief moment of silence to observe your beautiful body, after quick examination with his eyes he quickly comes to realize that you're wearing an outfit with less coverage than you normally do. His smile immediately widens as he observes your soft and plush features like a kid in a candy store.

Although that same childish and excited demeanor slowly fades as he also realizes you still haven't answered his question.

"Beautiful?"

You hum in acknowledgement once again, still insanely glued to your phone.

"I.." He trails off, feeling a tad unheard. He feels as if it wouldnt be very manly of him to whine about wanting your attention but he really wanted to speak with you today. He had been planning to ask you out on another date to spend time with eachother.

He lets out a frustrated huff and gets up from his seat. "Love?" He says, wanting to try and gain your attention one last time.

You hum again, still not moving your eyes away from your screen.

"Fine." He mumbles under his breath.

You felt a slight dip in the bed but you hadn't bothered to check since you were so engulfed with your cellular device.

That same dip in the bed had slowly begun to move himself closer towards you, sitting right infront of your pushed up knees. "Kirishima? What're you doing?"

"This."

Immediately after he says that he snatches your phone, keeping it in his grasp with a firm hold on it. This action causes you to stare at the held phone, mouth slightly agape in shock.

He looks at your phone and begins to briefly read what you were doing, but only for a swift moment before he tosses your phone, somewhere to be lost within the sheets.

"Kiri? What're you do—"

Before you could finish asking him your question he had tugged your ankle roughly towards his body. His rough tug Immediately put you at his mercy as your sitting position ceased, forced to lie down on your back with Kirishima's body resting between your spread legs.

You darted your eyes between his body and his face, attempting to figure out what's going on in that head of his.

"Is your phone really more important than me." He said plainly, seeming more as a statement than a question.

"Wh— Huh? No of course not my love, what're you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Y/n." He whispered lowly as he jerked your upper body up from your laying position.

"And if you don't, I'll show you." That was the last and final warning before he dove his head in the crook of your neck. He slowly began opening his mouth, patiently hovering between your shoulder and neck. After finding the right place exactly to his liking he smirked and took a firm bite.

"Fuck! Kirishima.." You moaned, making quick work of grasping onto his hair.

He hummed in a low sultry tune as he retracted his teeth from your skin, slowly lapping the mark with his tongue. He rose his head up to look at you, observing you for a moment. A smirk began to form on his face as he licked his teeth, eyes never leaving yours.

"Next time this happens, it won't just be a bite."

#my writing #ao3 #fanfic #oneshot #bnha #kirishima x reader #my hero academia

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todorosy · 5 years

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Wrong person Pt3

I've received so many requests for this au so I'm just gonna lump them all in here! Thank you for the requests and love for this little series!

Kirishima Eijiro

You would lock yourself in your room while Denki, Kirishima, and Bakugou bang on your door.

“Y/N PLEASE I’M SORRY IT JUST SLIPPED OUT AND HE USED TO PUPPY EYES! YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T RESIST THOSE PUPPY EYES IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT!” Denki cries

“I’M THE FATHER TO THE CLUMP OF CELL IN YOUR TUMMY LET ME IN” Kirishima bangs.

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU TRYING TO KEEP THIS FROM ME YOU FUCKER” Bakugou screams.

Yes he cries.

Kirishima would be a father figure from the jump. He talks to your belly even when there isn’t a bump yet.

“Listen here, nugget. You will be the strongest being in this whole world. You will surpass me. Your mama. Don’t tell Midoriya, but yes, even him. I don’t care what gender you come out as, but you will be the manliest ever.”

Tummy rubs!!! All the time!!!

Predicts the baby’s birthday and zodiac sign.

“Is this position comfy for you? Is it hard sleeping? I can sleep on the couch if you need to whole bed?”

So so SO considerate of your feelings. He even offers the idea of trying out a “giving birth” simulator so he’ll be able to understand your pain.

"No babe i swear. You are so manly. Like you're carrying LIFE inside of you. Holy shit you could stomp on me"

Mirio Togata

He passes out. No matter how mighty and bold he is to the public, he is truly a sensitive guy.

After that initial breakdown and realization that he’s going to be a father, he is ECSTATIC to the point where his quirk freaks out during training.

Mirio tells Nejire and Tamaki first. Tamaki cries for Mirio. Nejire is excited to be an aunty.

He’s so excited to tell Eri. She’s practically going to be a big sister figure to his child. He plans a whole day for his favorite girls to eat sweets and have a picnic at the park to break the news to her.

Researches EVERYTHING. Makes you tea in the morning. Kisses your tummy before leaving to work every morning.

He insists that you don’t push your boundaries when it comes to work. That means low level hero work, nothing too dangerous, etc. He doesn’t want to come off as insulting or looking down on you so he tries not to say anything, but he just wants you to be as safe as possible.

“I know what I’m doing, love. Don’t worry about me. The bean and I will be okay for this one mission.”

“Are you sure? Like super duper positive? I know you’re incredible strong and powerful I just..”

He’s convinced that he can SEE what your child looks like and what gender it is. But he refuses to tell you.

"Yeah they look exactly like me. I get to have a little sidekick, sorry love"

Tamaki Amajiki

Once he wakes up he would RUN to wherever you were. You could be in the office doing your work and he would burst in and tackle you with the biggest hug ever.

He cries and just holds you tight against him. Your coworkers are just like ???

Plans a nice dinner for you two at home so you can fully talk it through and discuss a plan to follow through with.

He’s SO nervous and jittery around you. He’s scared to hurt you so he keeps his touches to a minimum. Of course we can’t have that, so you endlessly tease him with revealing outfits and sultry facial expressions.

When you two are laying in bed, he likes drawing circles and shapes on your stomach.

“So when the little guy is born, should I refrain from using my quirk around him? What if it scares him?”

“Him??”

He flares up in a blush. “I-It’s just a hunch!”

He gets a family pack of Fatgum onesies.

SUPER conscious about what you put into your body. Makes sure you’re eating right, taking your vitamins, getting your doctor appointments scheduled.

Everyone would pretty much already know about your pregnancy through Nejire. She may be the MOST excited out of everyone. She just really love kids.

Taste test everything before you eat it. Even the babyfood you buy for the kiddo.

"You know the turkey and peas mush isn't that bad"

Iida Tenya

After that last text, you would get spammed by apology messages from Uraraka and Midoriya

Iida would be home within the next minute, not even letting you process. You would see the front door burst open with exhaust coming from his calves.

He’s usually so on top of his information and knowledge, but he has no idea what to do at this point. He doesn’t know what the next steps are so he kind of relies on you to plan everything.

“Y/N, tell me what to do and I WILL do it. Anything for you.”

Very cautious, tries to do his own research but for once, he is dumbfounded.

Sometimes he ponders on the thought of conceiving a child. He’s so starstruck that the child growing inside of you is a part of him as it is apart of you. Your love. Into one being. Crazy stuff.

Asks his friends for help and advice even though NONE of them have children themselves.

Tensei is so fucking excited for his little brother to be a father. He doesn’t have any children either, but HE KNOWS HOW IT GOES DOWN. He lectures his brother about everything and about how to treat you right during the next several months.

He secretly take parenting classes in preparation for your new bundle of joy. He makes sure to take some time off from work to enjoy his time with you and to help you around the house more often.

"So when is the kiddo popping out?"

"Iida it's been 3 months."

Dabi

You two have literally been dating for a few years now. Not super “officially” but everyone knows you belong to each other

He comes home super fucking drunk that night you break the news to him.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He drunkenly hiccups. “Why?”

He knew why. He’s scared. You’re scared. You two never talked about raising a family together, not even a word about marriage.

Once you two have fully talked it out (sober), he tells you that you should keep it.

He’s 100% not father material, but shit he wants nothing more than to prove to himself that he’s nothing like his deadbeat dad.

He starts acting weirdly around you in public. Being more distant. Scared to touch you. Speaking lowly with you. At night, he busts it ALL OUT. Kisses all over your face. Snuggles you with affection, whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

He keeps your pregnancy on the down low. Only Kurogiri knows for the sole purpose of getting information about fatherhood from him.

He honestly finds your pregnancy kind of sexy. He’s still scared to touch you in any sexual manner, but he sure does like to stare.

He tells you about his fantasies of dropping all of his villain work for you and for his family.

Call your baby “the little flame growing inside of you”

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ayyyez · 3 years

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ez could i request headcanons for a first date with tamaki and kiri :) i love u

a/n: absolutely peach my love, thank you for being the first to request some bnha headcanons 💖 I love both of these boys so much 💖 warnings: none

Amajiki Tamaki

Ah this boy panics the instant the date is set. He begins jumping from idea to idea for the location and them falls into his regular pessimistic cycle thinking about how the date is going to bomb before he even makes a plan.

Mirio sets him straight and gives him a confidence boost. After they have a long talk they decide the best way to make him panic less and be as comfortable as possible would be to do something lowkey.

He ends up taking you to the park on a sunny day when there are food stalls around. He gets there waaaaaay too early. Like an hour early. Panics he got the time wrong. Checks his phone 4 times with the confirmation text. Freaks thinking you won’t show but swallows all the down and sits on a park bench (the chosen meeting spot).

His eyes practically light up when he sees you arrive 15 minutes before the time you were supposed to meet. If you smile and wave at him (call his name) he calms a little. This meant you wanted to be on this date with him. Good. No, THANK GOD.

A little jittery at first. Kind of mumbles about going for a walk. He shakes a little when you ask him to repeat because you didn’t catch it. Then he manages to say it louder and out practically beam. His heart skips a beat because that smile is for him. (okay he can do this.)

The two of you walk around the park and he tries so hard to think of something to say. You come to his rescue and start making conversation. “I heard the foodstalls around here a good!” Tamaki manages a shy smile. “Yeah, I wanted to try them...with you.” This boy is a sweetheart okay.

By the time the two of you get to the stalls he has a little more confidence and asks what you want to try first. His eyes are glued on the seafood stall when he goes. You pick up on that and point to it. “I think I want to try that one.” He turns to you a little surprised but then smiles. “Oh, me too.” (you know that).

The two of you continue going from stall to stall and you keep asking him questions. He wants so badly to return the favour but most he can manage is a “what about you?” but you can tell he is interested. Tamaki is really good at observing and listening so he prefers to hear what you have to say then talk about himself.

Tread gently around pushing to hard about himself, start of gently by asking some questions and he will eventually open up on his own. He wants to tell you lots of things but he feels far to vulnerable on the first date - it will come later.

The thing with Tamaki is to even get to this point of a first date the two of you would have to of been friends first with a fair bit of contact. Otherwise he would have had no courage to go on this date. Actually when he went to ask you he couldn’t get it out so you ended up asking him. But you left it to him to pick the place (you knew he wanted to ask you but couldn’t wait any longer).

Once the two of you have eaten your fill he doesn’t know what he should do. Should he end the date there and retreat home? He felt kind of hot being around you so long. He had liked you for a very long time and couldn’t imagine he would ever had gotten this far. he’s in a dream.

It has to be you who suggests continuing the day. He probably follow you anywhere but you can tell he is pushing himself already. You suggest sitting beneath the shade of the tree for awhile.

He sits against the trunk, loosely hugging his legs while you lie on the grass, looking up at the leaves of the tree. He is looking at you, not directly, he doesn’t want to be caught but his gaze lingers by you enough to see your face. Your expressions makes him feel warm and fluttery inside. He loves your face.

You talk familiar things. UA and your friends. The delicious food from the stand. You ask about his quirk. He asks about yours. It’s nice, casual and exactly what Tamaki needs to think this is going well. (it is).

When it comes to part ways you give him the warmest smile “I can’t wait for the next date.” Tamaki felt his heart race. Another date. That was good. You wanted to see him again. Wait had he heard you correct? Was his mind running off with a fantasy.

“I’ll text you tonight, okay?” You insisted and he nodded, his cheeks blushing vibrantly. You were going to message him. You were going to go out with him again. Tamaki walked home in a daze that day and his cheeks didn’t cool down for a looooong time lol.

Kirishima Eijiro

This boy asks you out. And when he does he comes across as super confident, maybe a little bashful but trust me, inside he is a nervous wreck because this is you! The person he likes! He feels unworthy but he can’t sit on these feelings anymore.

When you agree he is the happiest he has been. You like him back? Amazing! Starts planning the date immediately while constantly texting you ideas. Bare with him, he’s excited okay. You gotta make him chill though or he will NEVER decide.

The ultimate decider is you messaging “Hey, let’s do this one first and then we have plenty more dates after to do the rest.” You don’t see it but he blushes hard with the BIGGEST smile when he reads it. Queue smashing his face into the pillow he is lying on. He likes you a lot okay.

You ended up settling on bbq and arcade date. (he loves his meat okay and honestly seeing his eyes shine over it is a reward in itself). Surprisingly though he doesn’t eat as much as usual. He’s still enthusiastic about it but the boy is nervous! Smile the whole time but also chock full of adrenaline and a little jittery. Wants to go go go!

He talks a lot. Like a lot a lot. He can’t seem to stop. Sometimes you don’t even get an answer but god he is just so cute when he is nervous lol. He’s this giant ball of energy. When he stops to shovel food in your mouth it’s you chance to get a word in.

Now don’t get me wrong, he would never talk over the top of you (and he doesn’t) but when it’s his turn to talk he can’t seem to stop. The two of you make it through lunch and when he shoots up to leave you can’t help but chuckle. Nothings more complimentary that he’s excited right? Excited to be with you.

On the way to the arcade though you have to do something. You have to make him chill a little or he is going to explode. Grabbing him by the hand you stop him by the entrance. He looks down at your hand in his and he blushes a little. He chuckles nervously too but before he can ramble again you say his name, stopping him.

“Hey,” you say softly and with a smile, “I’m nervous too so let’s take our time okay? Don’t run off on me.” Kirishima’s heart = exploded. Heart eyes to the max right here.

He takes a deep breath in and out. “Right!” He smiles and opens the door to the arcade. “Nice and easy.” He mumbles to himself.

He chills a little more after that. He’s more like himself and letting the conversation flow naturally instead of constantly stimulating it along. Now you get to tease him whenever you win a game. He doesn’t really care about winning but he lives for the banter, especially when you kick his ass in the shooter games. Higher accuracy for the win. Just poke your tongue at him or wink and he’ll melt.

There two of you are there for hours. Time goes so quickly. It’s dark before the two of you know it. “Damn.” You hear Kirishima say as he notices. “Let’s cash in our tickets.” You suggest. “I’ll use mine to pick out something for you and you do the same for me.”

The two of you search the small shop, realising despite having lots of tickets it doesn’t buy much. You settle on a small, red punching glove that fits on one finger. He settles on a little key chain of you favourite anime character (omg he remembered you mentioning it?) a very cute boy indeed.

The two of you bid farewell. “Do I get a chance at a second date?” He asks. You smile and leave him hanging for a moment. “We have to see all those places sometime don’t we?” Okay he can get used to this.

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wellnesspercentage · 4 years

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Also.. a kiribaku with their darling.. probably looking for a place to eat before somebody gets hangry..

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onikxa · 4 years

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can u please do headcanons for bakugou and kirishima w/ a suuuper lightweight s/o? like take one sip of any alcohol and homegirl is plastered. 🥺🥺 thank u sm!!

siss i love this request so much bb thanks for sending one in 💕

kirishima and bakugou reacting to their s/o being a lightweight

kirishima

♡ he keeps drinks away from your ass when you told him you were a lightweight. even though he'll never say it cause he's a nice little fuck, he ain't trying to deal with no drunk person if it's you or not

♡ sis trust me he's a lightweight too, and anyone can fight me on that. but he don't drink nothing.

♡ he's the most underwhelming person at a party with his 'oh no thanks i don't drink' headass.

♡ but when he lets you take a shot, and you were already acting like you drank 86 bottles, he was watching you like

♡ he's lowkey contemplating if he should just leave you on the sidewalk cause you're a whole mess

♡ while he's over there trying to refuse a drink you're over there poppin a few more shots

♡ "kirishima,, who is this beside you in this picure" you show him a picture of you and him

♡ ",,,,,you?" "nO it isn't are you CHEATING ON me kirishima??"

bakugou

♡ will ALSO keep drinks away from you once you tell him

♡ but unlike kirishima, he TELLS you that he can't deal with your ass sober, so he don't when you plastered.

♡ so obv that shit made you mad so you were finna drink a little

♡ he sees you taking a sip, but let's it off the hook cause who can get drunk from a sip?

♡ well obviously y/n, bakugou.

♡ you come stumbling over there to bakugou while he's all

♡ "how the fuck are you drunk you only took a few sips????"

♡ he's confused, confused, and CONFUSED

♡ now he's sitting there watching you run around with your drunk self

♡ well ofc he's gonna grab you so you don't get smart and try to drive or sumn

♡ but for the time being he's sitting there watching you be a clown, but a lovable one 😗😗😗😗

#bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugouxreader #kirishima eijiro #kirishimaxreader #eijiroxreader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha x reader #bnha x black reader #kirishima x black reader #katsuki x reader #black reader

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nightfallrevel · 4 years

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Valentine’s Day - Kirishima

A/N: I’m starting to get on a roll with these and I’m loving it. A few more to go and I’ll get working on the White Day posts~ Please keep an eye out and let me know if you’re interested in being on my tag list for the White Day posts!

Warnings: some cussing

Kirishima x reader

Word Count: 625

The entire school was in a frenzy of sorts. It was Valentine’s Day and all the girls were frantic to give their crushes chocolates or other carefully selected gifts. This included you. You had been building up the courage for a long time to tell your one and only crush how you felt about him and today was the day!

Ideally, you wanted to wait for the perfect moment, but you saw your chances flying by as other girls in the class were handing him chocolates, too. Kirishima Eijirou graciously accepted each one with a smile; it was the manly thing to do, after all. However, after each girl that approached him, you felt your heart race faster and faster. What if he liked one of the other girls more than you? What if he decided not to accept yours after accepting so many others’?

The bell for lunch could not have rung any sooner. You practically jumped from your seat, homemade chocolates in hand, and steadily walked over to Kirishima’s desk. Kaminari was turned around talking to him already, but he stopped as you approached and looked up at you expectantly. A dark blush colored your cheeks as Kirishima smiled at you. “Hey, y/l/n. Having a good Valentine’s Day?” You could only nod in response.

Your words froze in your throat as you slowly held out the box of chocolates. Kaminari groaned dramatically. “What the hell, Kirishima? How did you manage to make friends with all of the girls in our class?” Kirishima gave a nervous laugh as he accepted the chocolates from your hands. Your heart sped up even faster as you waited for his response.

“I dunno, Kaminari. Maybe it’s because I don’t hit on them all the time?” Kirishima gave another laugh as his friend shot him a glare before turning his gaze to you. “Thank you so much, y/l/n. I think you’re a really great friend, too.” You felt your heart sink into your gut, his words repeating in your head over and over.

Really great friend.

That was all the more he thought of you. That was it. There was no reason for you to confess, anymore. Giving a short nod, you turned from him and left the classroom as quickly as you could without making a scene. The moment you thought it was safe, you let your tears streak down your face as you sought refuge.

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Kirishima was startled by the look on your face before you turned away. It looked like you were about to cry. His chest clenched and he thought to go after you, but Kaminari’s voice pulled his attention. “Yo, dude. I think these are homemade.” Kaminari was opening the box of chocolates you’d given him and he quickly snatched them away.

“Those aren’t yours, don’t be rude. It’s unmanly.” Kirishima looked down at the chocolates that had been carefully molded into yen-sized “R”’s. They were definitely homemade. They were still in school and there was no way he’d earned enough of a following to get his own merch, yet. His brow furrowed in confusion.

Had you not been giving him chocolates out of friendship, then? What if you actually liked him? Kirishima bit his lower lip in thought. It would be really nice if you liked him. He’d been harboring a crush on you since you’d transferred to U.A.. You were always this shining beacon and he always felt himself gravitating towards you.

If you liked him and he’d just called you a great friend… Kirishima groaned. “Oh, shit.” His hand covered his face as Kaminari gave him a concerned frown. No wonder you’d left like you did!

What the hell was he going to do, now?

#my work #Valentine's Day #event #Kirishima Ejiriou #Kirishimaxreader #reader #Kirishima x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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thetrashywritingwitch · 5 years

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“Need and Want” Bakugou x Reader x Kirishima Poly Au. Pt. 2

Link to Part 1

Summary: Bakugou (25) is a single dad of four year old Hatsuki. Full-time Hero, full-time dad, full-time exhausted and lonely, but he’d never admit that aloud to anyone. You and Kirishima have been dating for a while and often babysit Hatsuki as Bakugou relies on everyone in his friend pool to help in a situation he never expected to find himself in but wouldn’t change for the world. He craves companionship and familial stability for his daughter but assumes no one would be good enough, not for either of them.

But maybe he’s been looking in all the wrong places.

Bakugou x Reader x Krishima Poly AU. Short drabble chapters posted sporadically. I don’t know how long this will be, it’s just an idea that I had and fleshed out with @weebonfilm and decided to write it out officially. I want to explore a healthy polyamorous relationship while also dealing with the difficulties of raising a kid in a world full of Heroes and villains.

Let me know if you guys like this and want to see more! I’ll be working on this in between “Be Still, Just for Me” chapters as inspiration finds me.

Words: 2.6k

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The schoolyard buzzed with the laughter children skipping along the sidewalk to meet their waiting parents and guardians on the other side of the fence. Others held hands to walk home together in safety if no one was there to pick them up.

Bakugou had been called in for an emergency villain attack downtown while Kirishima wouldn’t be home from his own patrol until later that night, so you stood alone next to the other adults and waited for Hatsuki to exit her kindergarten class. Bakugou said he “owed you one” but it was no trouble at all; you didn’t mind. She only started school a few weeks ago but Hatsuki seemed to adjust to her classmates and new schedule without much fuss.

Among the slimming crowd of children, Hatsuki walked at an oddly slow pace, alone with her purple backpack dragging behind her. Normally full of laughter and smiles, her downtrodden demeanor put you on edge as she walked closer.

It was only then you noticed the snot bubble under her nose and puffy red eyes that put you on high alert. “Hatsuki! Honey, what’s wrong? Are you OK?” you asked with a tone of urgency as you bent down to her level.

She said nothing, her head down and lip quivering. Your heart clenched at the sight of this little firecracker of a girl on the verge of tears. “Your daddy had an emergency at work, so I’m here to pick you up...c’mon. Let’s go get some ice cream, OK? Just keep it a secret.” Something to distract her. Picking her up under the arms, Hatsuki buried her face in your neck as you slung her backpack over your shoulder before you walked quickly to your car. Bakugou hated driving but people on public transit often got on your nerves, so you were one of the few people he knew who drove regularly.

After making sure she was buckled in safely to her car seat, you slid into the driver’s seat and headed towards the nearest ice cream stand. Bakugou had tried to pay you and Kirishima back for the car seat but you refused to take his money. The ice cream parlor was out of the way from your normal route home, but this seemed like an emergency.

“What flavor do you want, Hatsuki? You can have whatever you want.” She stood next to you in line, her own tiny hand gripping your fingers as she looked up at the sign above the window. Despite her quick learning pace, she could only read a few words so you listed off the flavors for her to pick from.

“...Mochi flavor,” she finally said in a small voice. It was the first time she’d spoken since you picked her up. A small win in your book.

You ordered for her and yourself before she tugged on your hand. “Chocolate sprinkles?” It truly was difficult to say “no” to that adorable face of hers. Bakugou really did have his hands full.

Once you grabbed the frozen treat from the man behind the window - you got a cone while Hatsuki got a cup and spoon - you led her to a nearby bench. Hatsuki handed you her cup while she jumped and crawled up on the bench, adamant that she didn’t need help. A streak of stubbornness inherited from her father, no doubt.

“Here,” you said, handing her back her cup. Hatsuki gripped the spoon and stuffed the mochi-flavored ice cream into her mouth, a chocolate sprinkle already stuck to her cheek.

You waited a minute to see if she’d bring up on her own whatever had bothered her earlier, but when she seemed wholly focused on her ice cream you swallowed a bite of your own before asking what needed to be asked. “Hatsuki?”

“Mmhm?” She didn’t look up but acknowledged her name.

“Can you tell me why you were sad earlier?”

She held the plastic spoon in her mouth before sliding it out slowly, her ruddy cheeks puffed out with the conclusion that if she didn’t swallow her ice cream she couldn’t talk. Too bad for her ice cream always melted.

“Did something happen at school? I won’t be mad, I promise.” If something truly terrible happened and you couldn’t keep your promise then you’d deal with it, but you needed her to trust you for the time being.

Finally, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand but you cleaned it off with a napkin so she wouldn’t get her school dress dirty. Without looking up she said, in a voice low and timid, “Shinji-kun said, he said um, he said that I don’t have a mom so my family isn’t as good and-”

“He said what?!” You raised your voice far louder than you meant to but a wave of anger hit you like a train at Hatsuki’s words.

“You said you wouldn’t get mad!” Fat glossy tears welled up in her eyes and you forced yourself to calm down. Forgetting your ice cream, you tossed it into the trashcan next to the bench and picked Hatsuki up in your lap.

“Shh, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I’m not mad at you, firecracker. Why would he say something like that? You know your dad loves you very much. And some families only have a dad, or just a mommy, and sometimes two dads...shh, it’s alright.” You held her close and let her cry it out as you thought about how to make her understand that this Shinji brat really needed to be taught a lesson.

Bakugou had worked far too hard as a single dad to take care of his daughter and provide for her the best he could for him to put up with that kind of criticism from some kid in her class. When he wasn’t around to defend himself, you stepped up to the task without hesitation.

Hatsuki clung to your shirt with her small fists, the hair band holding her soft blonde hair a bit lopsided. Bakugou had gotten better about fixing her hair out of spite after Kirishima said he couldn’t braid hair to save his life. After a few weeks, he got better but you still made ponytails faster than he did. He tried his hardest with the resources he had to be the best father he could, that much was obvious.

She said something too low for you to hear, muffled by the fabric of your shirt. “Speak up, Hatsuki.”

“Can you be my mom? You’re nice and give me ice cream and, and daddy likes you and uncle Kiri a lot and, and I promise to be good!”

You didn’t know your heart could jump into your throat so quickly and without warning, but it did. Suddenly feeling your own eyes damp from the threat of tears at Hatsuki asking such a gut-wrenching question, you pulled yourself together and attempted to smile down at her.

“Honey...I...you have no idea how much it means that you’d ask that, but I can’t.” Hatsuki buried her face in your shirt and you ran your fingers over her soft hair. “No, no more crying. Uncle Kiri and I care for you very much. Uncle Deku and Uraraka and everyone else, too. And your daddy loves you more than anything. For someone to be your mom...he has to love them, too. Understand?”

It was surely a hard thing for a four-year-old to hear and comprehend, but you had to be honest, both for her sake and for yours. You thought back to the conversation between you and Kirishima about Bakugou’s lack of romantic personal life and unwillingness to date. If no one was good enough for him, no one was good enough for Hatsuki, either. But she needed stability, and if she saw that Bakugou was struggling with his own lack of companionship then something needed to change.

“No...I guess,” she admitted in a small voice, a sniffle rising out from her damp nose. You wiped her face with your remaining napkin. Explaining this to Bakugou when he got back - because it needed to come from you and not his kid - was going to be a fucking task.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your purse. Pulling it out, you saw it was from Bakugou himself:

“Just finished. Be there soon.”

“C’mon, let’s go back to the apartment, OK? Your dad will be by soon to pick you up.” Luckily, she didn’t argue and just remained quiet as you picked her up and headed back to the car.

She was already asleep, exhausted from the rush of an emotionally draining day no doubt when you pulled into the parking lot. After laying her down on the couch and covering her with a blanket, her stuffed shark tucked neatly under her arm, you waited outside for Bakugou and wondered how the hell to bring this all up to him.

It wasn’t long before you saw the familiar tuft of pale blonde hair and wide-shouldered silhouette come up the walkway. He looked no worse for wear, luckily.

“Hey, she inside?” Stopping a few feet away from you, the inquisitive look on his face was obvious. “What’s wrong? And don’t bullshit me, I can tell when you’re stressed.”

Glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was closed, you stood up from your seated position on the stairs and looked into those crimson eyes of his. They were darker than Eijirou’s, not quite the same shade of red. The color of cooling magma compared to a sunlit ruby.

“We gotta talk, and you aren’t gonna like it.” Best to cut straight to the chase than evade and tiptoe around the topic.

Bakugou’s jaw immediately clenched. “What happened? She OK?” His eyes darted quickly to your door but you quelled his protective instincts.

“Yes, yeah she’s fine. Just napping. But something happened at school…”

You explained everything, from the car ride to get ice cream to the brutally honest confession only children could make so easily. The entire time Bakugou stood still, leaning against the railing with his hands stuffed into his pockets as though hoping he could disappear into them as you retold events.

“Listen,” you finally said when everything had been laid bare. “Kids don’t think before they say things-”

You thought he’d blow up and ask for the name of Hatsuki’s classmate, that he’d jump to defending himself and his hard work being a single dad...but he didn’t.

“Nah, they do. They’re smarter than we give ‘em credit for.” The boot of his heel dug into the concrete of the stair, grinding down on the gravel while the rest of him remained frozen. “Basically, I’m not enough, is what it comes down to.”

Immediately, you stood up and faced him at this rare vocalized boute of inadequacy. “You know that’s not true! If that brat in her class hadn’t said anything then-”

“Then what?!” Finally he looked up, a jarring mixture of hurt and worn down apathy shining in his eyes. “She’d say something eventually. She’d bring it up on her own. Fuck, she’s already getting bullied and I’ll be damned if I let her go through the same shit I put Deku through.”

As if realizing he’d said too much, Bakugou cut away from you and stared out onto the grass below the building. You didn’t know much about the history between him and Deku, only that they got along well-enough now as adults. Something must’ve happened when they were children, but it obviously wasn’t the right time to ask.

“You are not alone in this. Eijirou, me, everyone else: we’d do anything for Hatsuki and you damn well know it. I want nothing less than to see her smiling. And...and obviously I can’t be what she asked me to be.” Bakugou shifted his eyes your way before quickly returning to staring a hole into the ground below. “But I can still be there so long as you want me there.”

Bakugou sighed heavily through his nose and ran a hand slowly through his ashy hair. “She isn’t your responsibility. I won’t ask more of you guys than I already do, and that’s a fucking lot.”

You just shook your head and stepped down to force him to look at you. When he was like this, rarely vulnerable despite trying his best to hide it, you thought he looked painfully handsome; you’d never admit that to Eijirou, though.

“You act like she’s a burden to us when she’s not. Far from it. But…” Rolling your tongue around the back of your teeth you wondered how to word this without starting a full-blown fight. “I do think she needs someone else. You need someone-”

“God, don’t start this shit again. You sound like the old hag.”

“- for your sake, not just hers. Of course you’re enough for her, we all know that...but is that enough for you? When’s the last time you went on a date?”

Bakugou hung his head and scoffed before chuckling, low and bitter. “A long damn time. Hatsu didn’t like ‘em, and what she says goes. She can read people, can tell if they’re good or not. Me? I don’t need shit.”

The lie was painfully obvious, but he already knew that. “Just think on it. If you’re happy, she’s happy. Until then, you know she’s welcome here anytime. You’re welcome here anytime.”

The invitation was open and hung in the air like the vibrations of a wire strung precariously high in a circus tent waiting for the acrobat’s foot to land. It marked the end of the conversation.

“We should get home,” was all he said. You led him inside to Hatsuki sleeping soundly on the couch. Bakugou picked her up, careful not to stir her awake, and paused after he opened the front door to leave. “I’ll pick her up from school tomorrow.”

Once the door closed behind him and the sound of silence echoed painfully loud in your apartment, you let yourself sink into the couch as your head fell in your hands with a soft thud.

That night, you and Eijirou lay in the bed you shared. You’d summarized everything a second time for his sake. Supportive and compassionate in a way you’d only dreamed a partner could be, he listened and supported you when he could. Hero work and the sometimes depressing realities that accompanied it nearly overpowered him at times. You balanced each other out.

“He’s always been like that. Stubbornly independent,” Kirishima mumbled sleepily against his pillow, red gemstone eyes staring at you in the darkness.

Humming to yourself, a question stuck to your tongue like syrup and you couldn’t help but feed the need for selfish validation. “Eijirou?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I’d make a good mom?” Hatsuki’s words rang in your ears even now, hours later.

Eijirou stilled, a breath held in contemplation before a strong hand came up to brush a calloused thumb against your cheek. “Of course you would. You’d be an amazing mom. Hatsuki wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t mean it.”

You placed your own palm against the back of Eijirou’s hand and squeezed. “I know...but I’m not her mom. Bakugou needs someone else for that role. One day, though. For now we’ll just be uncle and auntie so long as he’ll let us.”

Bringing you close, he kissed your forehead before wrapping a scarred arm around your back. “I do make a pretty fun uncle so long as she doesn’t snitch that I give her lots of candy.” He snickered in your ear as you closed your eyes and attempted to sleep.

One day would come sooner than either of you anticipated.

LInk to Part 3!

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justabstractthings · 4 years

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“Dance with me” | Kirishima x F!Reader

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff enough to rot your teeth!

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I know this is another short prompt, but I just needed soft Kirishima tonight. I hope you do too and that you enjoy it :) Thank you!

Word Count: 566

After a long day at work, you would usually sit and relax on the couch. You would pick between reading a book, watching TV, or listening to the sounds of the city night life. Tonight, you were reading one of your favorite books while wrapped in your warm blanket. This was one of your favorite times during the day. You got to relax and destress. The best part of tonight was that your boyfriend also had the night off. A very rare gift especially with how busy both of you are as new pro-heroes.

A random tune began playing in your head so you unconsciously began to hum. It was nothing special. Just something you heard during the day. It was light and it added to the relaxing atmosphere you created for yourself.

As you were turning your page, a kiss on your forehead brought you back to reality. You smiled brightly at your boyfriend as he plopped down on the floor in front of you. He grinned his shark-like teeth that you loved so much. You couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and light. Just a little peck. An exchange of the love and trust you both had for each other. While both of you were passionate lovers, both of you also appreciated the tenderness of your relationship. Yes, your hardening quirk boyfriend was as soft as a manly marshmallow on the inside.

“I love you,” Kirishima whispered against your lips. But he never gave you a chance to reciprocate your feelings. He immediately pulled you into another kiss that made you dizzy from your toes to the top of your head. It took your breath away. Kirishima never failed to make your heart skip a beat even after dating for so many years.

When you pulled away, you both stared at each other’s eyes that held so much love. You really don’t understand how you could have found a man like Kirishima who could make you feel this way.

“Dance with me.” Kirishima stood up and stretched his hand towards you.

You gave him a perplexed look. “But there’s no music.”

“Well, your voice is music to my ears.” Kirishima wiggled his eyebrows at you and gave you a wide grin.

You had to hold back your laughter. “Oh my god, Eiji. That was way too cheesy. Did you have grilled cheese for lunch today?”

Kirishima deflated a little but kept his grin. “Hey, I gotta keep it interesting once in a while. Now, come on. Dance with me.”

You untangled yourself from your little cocoon and placed your arms around Kirishima’s shoulders. Kirishima placed his hands on your hips as you swayed side to side together.

You sighed and pulled Kirishima closer to you. Another thing you loved about Kirishima was how you perfectly fit just right by his neck. First, you had something to rest your head one. Second, you could hear and feel your boyfriend’s strong and steady heartbeat and lulled you into another relaxing atmosphere.

Nothing else mattered at that point. It was just you and Kirishima. Two people who shared the same love, understanding, and trust for each other. While you had your ways of relaxing and de-stressing after a long day, Kirishima never failed to instantly give you a peace of mind. He was all you ever needed.

“I love you Eijirou.”

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welcometoclass1ahell · 3 years

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Its Okay To Not Be Okay:

Kirishima x GN!Reader

(I've been gone for months but uh yeah this little piece will probably explain why kinda. Been feeling like absolute shit so wrote this to feel better woo! Tw:Angst? Def emotional)

He noticed you weren't in the common room with everyone else. You usually sat between him and Kaminari. Today however, you were missing from your usual placement.

Excusing himself, Kirishima stood up and made his way to the elevator, stepping inside to press the button that would allow him to reach the top floor. He had a guess to where you were, somewhere away from the common room chaos and away from everyone in general. You had started this habit of disappearing to be alone since the third year started.

Kirishima wondered if he was the only one who noticed. You were more quiet, spacing out as if the world around you seemed to only bore you. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair while tilting his head back. He stared at the elevator ceiling, the grey shine causing his reflection to stare back at him. He was slightly nervous, not even sure how to approach you. He didn't want to seem like he was prying, but its been weeks and it only seemed like you were distancing yourself more and more from everyone, even him. Your best friend, the one you could trust with everything. Right? Kirishima was going further into his rabbit hole of thoughts he almost didn't hear the elevator ding.

Stepping out he made his way to the emergency stairs that lead up to the roof of the building. His steps became more slow as he reached the dreaded door, his hand hovering over the handle. 'Shit...I just hope they are okay," he sighed before opening the door.

There you were, your new spot being on the floor of the roof, lying down with your limbs sprawled out as you stared up at the sky with an unreadable look on your face.

Shutting the door behind him, Kirishima approached with his hand in his pockets,"Hey," he spoke out and looked down at you, who hadn't even bothered to look back at him.

"Hey," you responded back and the empty tone of your voice made Kirishima frown.

"I just wanted to check on you," Kirishima started as he sat down beside your head before looking up at the sky above you. The last bit of the sun's rays waving their goodbyes before they would disappear into yet another night at U.A. "Its just… you've been different lately. I'm actually...," Kirishima paused not knowing how to word it but something inside him set into autopilot. He hated seeing you like this. It was like you were never mentally there when you were together with friends and now you were never physically there at all anymore either.

"I'm worried about you. You haven't been, well you," he pointed out and looked back at you to find your eyes have finally moved to meet his.

"That obvious huh?" You bluntly responded, shrugging afterwards as if this whole ordeal was not a big deal. "I'll be fine," you added and looked back up at the pink clouds. The way you were staring at them with such intensity slightly scared Kirishima.

"I don't believe you," was the first thing that came out his mouth. Those words slightly surprised him but it was what he believed. There was no way you would be fine.

"Then don't," you harshly responded, sitting up to glare at him. "It makes no difference to me,"

Feeling shocked, the redhead stared at you in disbelief. You really had changed. Before now you would have never used that tone against him.

"I just….want to help. Whatever it is, I want to be there for you. I won't even do anything if you don't want me to. I can just listen, if that would help," he sincerely returned. "Were friends right? Its what friends do,"

Silence filled the air between you and him for a short while before a defeated sigh fell out of you. Falling onto your back you closed your eyes as Kirishima watched, staying silent to give you time.

"I feel like shit. Anything I do doesn't make a difference. I mean shit, I fucking hate this Kiri, were fucking kids and after all this bullshit we went through and everyone's acting like its okay. It's like an early fucking grave. And what are we fighting for? Some corrupt government to keep things the same? Tossing people aside like trash?" You began, your angry tone dying down to a hopeless one. "I fucking hate thinking like this. Feeling like this. I just….I just want to be okay damn it. But at this point I'll take not feeling anything at all than this,"

Kirishima sat speechless watching as the tears had started to flow down the side of your face, his own heart squeezing in hurt from seeing you like this. A cold drop to his hand had made him realize he himself was crying. "I," He didn't even know what to say.

Scooting closer to you, he used his thumb to wipe away your own tears, watching as your eyes fluttered open to meet his again.

"Listen, I get it. This whole thing seems fucked but we are the new heroes right? We can make a difference. We have one more year of school and then we can make a change out there," whispering softly to you, he combed his fingers through your hair. It only seemed natural to do so as he continued.

"Plus who is okay right now? Not all of us at least. Shit even Bakugo is having his own problems with dealing with what's happened over the past 2 years. But you know what?" He questioned to which you hummed back wanting to know where he was going with this.

"Whoever said it wasn't okay to not be okay? We're still humans. I even feel like shit, but hanging out with the guys, seeing you everyday… it's been making it a little bit more okay everyday. If you aren't okay now, then that's fine. We can't always be feeling amazing everyday because then we wouldn't want to go farther, make changes, to want differences. Not being okay is just a step to being even better,"

He hadn't realized he was ranting till he felt you shaking. Worried he looked down only to realize you were laughing. He watched in awe as tears poured down your cheeks as you let out your amazing laugh of which he hadn't heard in a long time.

"You're amazing Kiri...thank you," you whispered and although you sounded sad, he was happy that there was emotion in your voice.

"I really hope that's true. This sucks," you sighed, nestling in closer to his as the sky slowly was approaching a darker hue, the wind starting to pick up the colder air and pushing it over the rooftops.

Wrapping an arm around you he brought you closer, hugging you to his warmth as he nodded,"Same here. Let's find out together then okay? Coming up here alone to go down a rabbit hole in your thoughts is gonna make you feel worse. If you need a listener just come to me. We can go for a walk or chill in my room. Maybe even spar to get some anger out. Anything but please don't isolate yourself from us….from me," he begged to which he received only a nod.

He guessed you were done talking for now, that you would like to sit in comfortable silence to end this off to which he would comply with. Putting his chin on your head he closed his eyes, relieved he came to talk to you. It sucked to hear you are feeling like shit but he's happy he can at least be there for you.

Breathing slowly and peacefully on the rooftop while hearing the nearby traffic, chatter, and the downtime come to nighttime felt relaxing as he held you. He even felt you relaxing in his arms to which he smiled. Even if it is for a few moments, he's glad to give you a safe space.

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tar0ttapestry · 3 years

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stuck between a rock and a hard place (kiriXbakuXreader)

part 1/?

nsfw warning!

kinda public? degradation, dirty talk, sorta public humiliation

"y/n, please pay attention."

You're snapped back to reality, realizing that you were sitting in class as your mind had wandered elsewhere. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you felt your classmates' eyes on you, muttering an apology to Mr. Aizawa and refocusing your attention to the board. You were thankful that nobody in class 3-A had a mind-reading quirk, because the scenes that played in your mind's eye were far too lewd to be school appropriate.

It had been about two months since your relationship with Eijiro Kirishima had started, what was at first a lighthearted teenage romance has turned into one of undeniable passion. When you were alone, you couldn't keep your hands off one another. Whether it be true love- or a fit of teenage hormones- you didn't care. He knew how to make you feel good.

As you continued to pretend to pay attention in class, your mind began to wander once again. Your red-headed boyfriend sat diagonally behind you, and noticed your trademark daydreaming pose- your hand supporting your head as your elbow sat on the flat portion of the school desk. Kirishima knew you were thinking about him, taking note of how cute you looked while clenching your thighs together in class.

Class was finally dismissed for the day, once again shaking you back to reality as the class collectively packed up their things and rushed out, excited for the weekend ahead. You did the same, catching up to your boyfriend, who was talking amongst his friends on his way out of the classroom.

"Kiri! Wait up!" You call to him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and jogging up to him.

"y/n, hey!" He calls to you, stopping so you could catch up. He flashes you his signature toothy smile, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he takes your hand. "You really got told off in class today, Aizawa got you good." Kirishima light-heartedly teases you, eyeing you knowingly.

You blush softly and look down at your joined hands. "Yeah... I've just been so distracted lately. It's so embarrassing. I'm just glad my grades haven't slipped because of it."

Kirishima chuckles and squeezes your hand. "That's my smart girl." He leans into you, brushing a lock of hair away from your ear as his lips brush the pierced cartilage. "Maybe if you weren't such a slut for me, you'd have no reason to be embarrassed."

Your breath hitches, a look of realization washing across your features. How did he know?

You look up to your boyfriend, who had returned to his original position and continued walking as if nothing had happened, a pleased smirk on his face. Your blush grows redder as you realize what exactly he knew.

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*Click*

The sound of Kirishima's door sealing shut reverbed in your ears. Kirishima chuckles to himself, setting his backpack down on his desk chair and moving to face you.

"No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart." He says softly, taking both of your hands in his larger ones. He kisses your forehead again, before leaning down to your ear just as he had done in the hallways not 10 minutes earlier.

"I love the thought of my girl getting so flustered merely from the thought of my cock." He whispers to you, his hot breath tickling your ear.

His words went straight to your already needy core. You let out a small whimper as he nibbles your ear gently, careful not to hurt you too much with his already sharp teeth. He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, moving his mouth from your ear to your lips. He kisses you with fervor, your arms draping around his neck as you kiss him back.

His hands move from your hips down the generous curve of your ass, squeezing it as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You gasp softly at the sudden contact, making him grin.

"Oh, you like that, hm?" He teases, muttering against your lips. You look up at him, eyes silently pleading for more glorious friction.

"Use your words, slut."

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to be continued

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stinkysidebitch · 4 years

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Look At Me (KirishimaXGN!Reader)

(Warnings): 18+ Cussing, trauma, mental illness themes, dating doesn’t solve trauma!

Kirishima had been down on himself after a failed mission almost a week ago. In all the time you knew your favorite sunshine boy you managed to get a glimpse into his other side. Low confidence, over analyzing his mistakes... just generally taking issue with himself. He was your friend. Your friend that you had a massive crush on. Ever since you saw him with his hair down he made your ears feel hot and it drove you fucking crazy.

Sadly you weren't seeing much of him at all. Poor baby was hiding in his room because of a casualty. A person was trapped in a burning building and he didn't make it to them in time. It was traumatic for him, you saw it on his face on his first day back to the dorms. Now he only ever left to go to class or get food after Bakugou spammed his phone or pounded on his door. At least he had for awhile. Even that wasn't working at this point.

Even though you tried to give him his space you knew something had to change. You were worried sick. Kirishima only ever spoke to you briefly in class anymore and anytime you asked him how he was doing he would lie and then quickly change the subject. Classes ended a few hours ago, and you were in a tee shirt and a pair of stupid PJ pants Kirishima bought you for your birthday. You had to talk to him. A determined expression took over your features as you forced your leg to stop bouncing with a hand on your thigh. A deep breath left your lips as you prepared for the next move. Rising with newfound determination and forced yourself out of your room to find your friend. He was in his room. He always was.

Thankfully his dorm wasn’t far. It wasn’t until you reached your destination that you felt your newfound energy waver. Nervously shifting your weight from one foot to another you bided your time. You stared at the ground, sucking in a breath and lifting up your hand. Unfortunately you weren’t given enough time to prepare, because Kirishima just so happened to open his door. He was staring at his phone and you assumed Bakugou had been trying to get him to come eat again.

The two of you made eye contact, both startled. He had clearly been trying to avoid you for the most part. You and everyone else, so seeing you at his door was unexpected.

“Oh hey, (Y/N)! ‘There something I can help you with?”

“Uh.. well. I just haven’t seen you around much so...”

You hoped he would talk over you or something but he waited patiently while you trailed off awkwardly. Kiri looked fine besides the fact that his hair was down and he had casual clothes on. Maybe he was fine and you over-reacted?

“Fine. Bakugo made food so why don’t we just-”

There it was. He was trying to maneuver past you. You grabbed the sleeve of his white tee and stood your ground.

“No.”

He looked so confused. In truth you felt bad doing this but he needed to talk about it. You weren’t going to let this get worse than it already was.

“No?”

“Kirishima... please just talk to me.”

He lightly pulled his arm free from your grasp and you felt your heart sink.

“Aren’t you hungry? Maybe we can catch up over some grub?”

The blatant denial broke your heart. You felt your eyes sting. This couldn’t continue.

“I’m being serious, Kiri. Please, please just stop acting like everything is okay.”

There was a long drawn out pause as he processed your words. You watched him shrink in on himself. It almost looked like he was scared. It hurt to see him this way but he needed help, and as his friend you intended to give it to him. You barely heard what he hesitantly mumbled but you were shocked that he responded at all.

“I don’t...uhh.. know how to do anything else...”

You gently took his large hand and brought him into his room for some privacy, closing the door behind the two of you. This conversation required privacy and Kiri let you in his room whenever you wanted anyways. You plopped onto his bed and patted the spot beside yourself. It took him a second to get moving. When his legs finally allowed it he sat down next to you, keeping a respectful distance as always. You could hear how uneven his breathing was now. He sounded like he might be having a hard time getting air.

“Hey..”

He didn’t verbally respond, simply wrapping his arms around himself protectively. You were surprised when you glanced up at his face and saw a look of pure sadness and panic. Kirishima was traumatized. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he began to silently sob.

“Hey, c’mere big guy.” You draped an arm around his shoulder, pulling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Try to breathe, okay? In through your nose and out through your mouth.”

He weakly nodded against your shoulder, attempting to follow your instructions. You lead by example and he started to catch on. Unfortunately that didn’t last long. He started to mumble to himself.

“It’s my fault. If it were any other hero.. they would’ve made it in time. What if it was you in that building? What if I was too late then?-”

Kirishima was starting to work himself up worse. His legs were bouncing nervously, hands clasped together so tightly in his lap that his knuckles were turning white. You had to do something before he went into a severe attack.

“Look at me.”

When he lifted his head you gently took hold of his firm shoulders and maintained eye contact.

“It wasn’t your fault-”

“But-”

“-It wasn’t! And I wasn’t in that building. It wouldn’t have mattered who was there okay? Sometimes these things happen, it doesn’t mean it was your fault.”

“I should’ve been faster. I should’ve-”

He cut himself off with a choked sob as he began to break down in front of you. Scarlet orbs began to glare into his own lap, but your words were determined enough to grab his attention through his blurry vision.

“Kirishima I will not let you talk about yourself like that. You mean the world to me. You are brave, strong, and you have a good heart. It might not be a great time to say this but.. I really like you! More than a friend kind of like. ‘know why?”

You couldn’t believe you just told him but in truth it was now or never. He looked shocked. It seemed to still the sobs as he shook his head at you.

“ I like you because of what a good person you are! If there is something you can do you always do it. You did the most that you could. That is all that you can do at the end of the day.”

Absentmindedly you lifted a hand and swiped a tear from his cheek with your thumb. It was only after he reacted by staring at you wordlessly that you realized how un-platonic that really was.

His breathing steadied as you began to drop your hand in embarrassment. It was Kirishima’s turn to reach out. He grabbed your hand in his large one and you suddenly realized how insanely warm he is. Not just his personality, no, his actual skin. For a second he forgot how to talk. It was only when you raised your eyebrows expectantly at him that he found his voice.

“I.. I like you too..”

“Oh thank god..whewww.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and Kirishima found himself chuckling, despite his raw eyes and wet cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that. Let out anything close to a laugh.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Kirishima gave your hand a little squeeze.

“So.. can I be your boyfriend?”

“Well sure, but only on one condition.”

He gave you an excited nod, a toothy grin appearing on his face. He looked so pretty when he was happy.

“If something is eating you up or you ever feel this way again will you talk to me? Or if not me then maybe someone else?”

“Of course I will, but only on one condition.”

You gave him a little eyeroll and quirked a brow, waiting for whatever he was going to ask.

“IfIcangiveyouakiss! It doesn’t have to be a real one or anything, whatever you’re comfortable with, really-”

You cut him off with you lips. The kiss was short and gentle, but it felt so warm you were sure you had somehow been burnt. You could tell that it relaxed him when his shoulders abruptly slumped and you broke the kiss with a giggle.

A ding interrupted you and Kiri checked his phone, his expression morphing into an amused one.

“What?”

He cleared his throat, reading the pop up in Bakugo’s voice

“Where the hell are you shitty-hair? The food is getting cold! Hurry up or I’m throwing it out!”

The two of you burst into laughter. Kirishima was not only really good at Bakugo impressions, but he was also your boyfriend now. Things were looking up. He had a long way to go and dating him wasn’t going to magically get rid of his problems, but it was going to at least be a journey that you shared.

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story-thief · 3 years

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WORTH IT (KIRISHIMA X FEM OC): CHAPTER 21

More art from this chapter because it was SO GOOD!!!! Also baby Deku got bitten, WHICH IS LIKE AHHHHHHH WE DONT KNOW IF HELL BE OKAAAYYYYYYY!!!!! I hope he is ;-; i will start doing multiple illustrations per chapter as they come out!!! 😁 IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PICTIRE AND IT IS ARGUABLY ONE OF MY BEST WORKS!!!!! It took literally 15 hours and was WORTH IT (haha pun intended 😂) BUT YEAH, PLEASE PLEASE CHECK HER BOOK OUT ITS SUPER GOOD AND SHES WORKED SO HARD ON IT!!! It’s on Quotev.com!!!! ITS AMAZING!!!

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aetherlocket · 4 years

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Follow the River

BNHA X READER

Fantasy AU

This is chapter 1. Read the rest on FFNET, AO3 or Wattpad!!

There was a great white palace that was impossible to not catch eye of peering over a fog blanketed summit, where King Enji, Prince Shoto, and Enji's other children resided. Many knights guarded the palace and served under the King, and (Y/n) was one of them.

She was born and raised to become a warrior and serve for one in a higher position. It was something of a family tradition for the women to become something of the sort. Her father was more of a businessman, her grandfather a chauffeur, while her mother was a dragon hunter, and her grandmother also a knight, though not quite so skilled.

Although (Y/n) didn't have the natural talent her female family did when it came to fighting, she tried her best and eventually earned the respect of many skilled warriors in the Kingdom of Yuuei. Every day, she seemed to learn something new in the art of combat, while dedicating her life to the protection of Prince Shoto.

Only few, including her, knew of the corruption underlying King Enji and his family. The blatant favoritism when it came to King Enji choosing his heir went overlooked and uncontested in the community due to his outstanding reputation.

On the road not too far off from the great palace was a white horse. (Y/n) the knight handled the frantic animal attached to the carriage as if it was nothing, and Prince Shoto watched carefully as if he would learn just by watching her armor covered hands move the reins.

"How far is this kingdom?" he asked.

"If you fall asleep, it'll feel like nothing," the knight's voice was echoey and serious inside the steel helm.

"So it's far." Shoto sighed and his eyes fluttered closed as well, sinking into his seat just a bit. "All I must do is speak with this noble's daughter, correct? And then I may go home?"

"Yes. I've forgotten her full name, but your own father is considering a marriage between you two," (Y/n) replied without hesitation.

"I- what?" Shoto blinked. "Why hasn't he told me this?"

There was no response.

"Why do you know, but not me?"

(Y/n) stayed silent, and only swallowed nervously.

"Ah," Shoto sighed. "I see. You weren't supposed to say that."

"Please don't tell King Enji I said anything.." (Y/n) squeaked, not befitting for a warrior graced with the strongest armor and sharpest sword in the kingdom.

"Don't worry about it.." Shoto's voice lowered as he turned his head to the side, watching the trees rapidly pass by him, his hair covering some of his view as a frown made its way to his face. (Y/n) turned her head away from the road for a second to make sure Shoto was alright, and something in his expression flicked a switch in her.

"I.. You know, he isn't sure. It's just to see if she's up to his standards, I guess. Not a guarantee-"

"Won't you get in trouble if you keep talking?" Shoto said with his usual dead tone, but he was just a bit relieved on the inside. He had no intention on marrying anyone, and being forced to would further destroy the already unbearable relationship between him and his father.

(Y/n) nodded without a sound and focused her eyes on the road from then on. But then Shoto pouted. He wanted to know more.

"How do you feel about this?" Shoto asked. "This.. marriage."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering. "This.. is what the King wants, so there isn't much I can do about it. I just don't agree with it, per say... It's not right..."

"That's all I needed to know," Shoto replied.

(Y/n) always wondered what was going on inside of Shoto's mind, and that moment was no exception. He was an enigma. She didn't blame him for being cold at times, however.

She also wasn't particularly so sure about that area. She hadn't been to their destination before, so she simply trusted her instincts and a ripped map to take her and Prince Shoto there.

Being trusted with such an important figure in the kingdom gave her stomach butterflies. As she began to feel a smile free itself from under her helmet, the carriage came to a sudden halt, throwing both (Y/n) and Shoto forwards.

"Step out slowly. Keep your hands in the air and don't try anything," said a voice, and a battle axe was pointed at the pair. Three, to be exact, one for each silhouette.

(Y/n) knew better than to reach for her halberd, and reassured Shoto with a quick, soft metal touch to his shoulder, slowly leaving the white carriage. "You're challenging someone with armor and a weapon while you're bare? I hope you know that you won't be leaving with the Prince."

"Oh, we don't care about the Prince. We just happened to hear from someone that you're carrying a lot of money in that carriage to offer the daughter of that noble," said a different man, presumably a second bandit. "But we may have to kill him if you resist. There's three of us, and only one has to get close to him. Your armor means nothing."

The third bandit made his way behind the carriage, closer to the Prince, just in case. Shoto gave (Y/n) a look, though she couldn't tell, facing away from him. She was already sweating in her armor from the sun and quite worn out from training, so this wasn't the ideal situation for her. And yet, she didn't downplay herself.

The knight lifted the front of her helm, exposing her face, riddled with sweat. "Yes, there is money. There's a bag next to where the Prince is sitting," (Y/n) said, taking the chance to look at Shoto. He shook his head, as if reading her mind, diverting his gaze to the bandits, his hands inching closer to his sword by the second.

"Before you go and do that," (Y/n) said, stopping the second bandit from walking past her, "Who gave you this information? Only us, the King and the noble were informed of this."

"I won't say. You'd have them executed. They're a big help, so we can't have that," he said, and smiled. (Y/n) cursed mentally. Was it one person, and the bandit refused to reveal their gender, or is it another group of people?

As the second man placed his foot on the edge of the carriage, (Y/n) halberd left it's holster, its tip barely making its way to the second man's neck before the edge of an axe was placed dangerously close to Shoto's neck as well.

"You're risking the life of your Prince? I don't understand you. Some knight you are," said the second bandit.

"I apologize," (Y/n) said, moving her halberd away from his neck.

"Thank you for the distraction," Shoto said, and before anyone could process it, blood fell down like a fountain to dirt. The second bandit tried to speak, only to cough up blood. "Speaking with a sword through your heart proves to be difficult, doesn't it?"

The loud thud of the large man hitting the floor made even the knight flinch, watching the man writhe in agony, holding his fist weakly against his heart for his last few moments. She then realized; she wasn't doing anything to help whatsoever.

"Fuck!" The other men had tried vigilantly to swing their axes at the Prince, who jumped back off of the carriage. It seemed that they had completely forgotten about the money, and focused their attention on the death of the Prince.

The knight missed her attack, but they couldn't even reach the Prince before a clean slice to their necks were delivered by who they were trying so desperately to kill. They went into a stiff paralysis and fell over, holding their necks and drowning in their own blood.

(Y/n) could only stand there mesmerized, lowing her bloody halberd, almost forgetting to wipe the acidic substance coating it.

She was also, frankly, ashamed.

The blood on her halberd wasn't because she had killed them, saving the Prince. It was splatter from the Prince having to defend himself with an incompetent knight by his side.

"I assume we'll have to reschedule this little trip," Shoto said, wiping some blood off of the edge of his lips and softly running his fingers through the docile horse's mane. "Turn the carriage around."

****

Many could tell, simply by watching (Y/n)'s face in the rare times she had her helmet off, or even completely covered, simply from her body language, that she didn't enjoy working in the palace. Even Shoto could tell how much energy wearing the heavy suit and sparring with the others as training took from her each day.

No one could blame her. No one liked working for Enji Todoroki. Ask anyone in the palace for their opinion of him, and it will be some variation of 'bastard' or 'good for nothing.' Ask people outside the palace, and it will be something positive or indifferent, because they believe whatever the newspapers tell them.

Shoto had asked his knight once: "What do you think of this idea; I run away from this place and start a new life."

To which (Y/n) blinked and removed her steel helmet, a way of expressing her concern. It was then that Shoto knew she was serious. "Are you really considering this?"

Shoto only nodded. He felt often like he had said too much, basically, whenever he spoke. His father did a great job of making this point around him.

"I understand," said (Y/n), to his surprise.

He expected a, 'You're delusional. You're a rich prince with everything you could ever want!' or, 'Don't take your position for granted. I'd kill to be in your place.'

"I doubt that," Shoto replied, attempting to provoke her into speaking her mind a bit more, hoping for more encouraging words.

"I can tell why you do, my Prince," (Y/n) said. It wasn't working.

Shoto sighed. "I can't talk to anyone without them treating me like a Prince. I'm just a normal kid on the inside, damnit.." His voice was as low as a whimper, but (Y/n) could hear every syllable as they left his mouth. She pretended not to hear and kept her head down.

***

Shoto hadn't dared to enter the knight's quarters without permission once before.. but he had made up his mind that night about something.

Shoto chuckled as he saw (Y/n) with her helmet still on as she slept. He removed it as slowly as possible, and wasn't surprised to see that her face was sweating uncontrollably with rosy cheeks, and her hair messy.

He almost forgot why he was there as (Y/n) began to wake up, presumably from the sudden influx of cool, fresh air hitting her face.

Shoto held his hand out before the girl could fully awaken. "Come, I'm leaving tonight."

"Prince? What do you mean leaving? Why are you in the knight's quarters? I-"

"Just get your armor and weapons and come," Shoto put a finger to her mouth, lightly squeezing her arm. She didn't dare protest any further. If it was the Prince's will, then she was meant to follow it, no matter what. But there was something off this time. He seemed happy, in a way, for once, without smiling. Shoto helped carry parts of her armor out of the quarters while she carried her halberd, most dangerous areas facing the ground as Shoto led the way.

"So what's happening exactly?" (Y/n) asked, stuffing some leftover yen into her pocket.

Shoto only walked into his room and gestured for the knight to join him. He was already wearing what he usually did, his royal attire embroidered especially for him along with his holstered sword. "I told you, we're leaving."

"You weren't kidding..?" The knight chuckled. "I understand you want to leave this place, but think about it. Your dad will do anything to get you back-"

"I don't care. I'd like to see him try," Shoto replied coldly, polishing his weapon and slipping on a few bracelets, hiding them under his sleeve. "I'm not going to that noble's place. I'm not marrying his daughter either, so I'll have to leave before the trip is rescheduled. Easy as that."

***

"So where.. exactly.. are we going?" (Y/n) asked the Prince.

"To a certain mountain," replied he.

"You don't mean.. That one.. right?"

After a brief moment of silence, (Y/n)'s worst fears were confirmed, and her tongue began to feel heavy in her mouth. "Sir.."

"Is there a problem?" Shoto asked, looking straight ahead as he walked.

"I'm.. not sure if I can protect you, if anything happens, if that makes sense."

Shoto stopped and turned to face the knight. "What are you talking about?"

"Well.. a few days ago.. those men trying to take the money.. and how I was basically useless.. You had to do everything yourself. It doesn't make sense-"

"You were tired," Shoto interrupted her, then continued walking.

(Y/n) stood there for a moment, staring at the ground before picking up her pace to match the Prince's again, until they reached the base of the mountain.

"Why are there steps?" (Y/n) asked.

"Mount Hosu used to be a tourist attraction.. it's closed because of the dragon rumored to live here now."

(Y/n) shivered. "Dragon."

"Did you say something?"

"Nope."

They continued forward, climbing up an unholy amount of steps before it split into two different paths. One of the paths was dry and bare, while the other had a stream of water beside it.

"Just follow the river," Shoto said, and walked along the path with the stream of water.

"How come you know this place so well, Prince?" (Y/n) asked. As far as she knew, Shoto stayed locked in the castle all his life, and only left under supervision from her or another trusted knight.

"It's not Prince anymore, just Shoto," the boy dodged the question expertly.

***

It took a while, but they finally arrived at the top. (Y/n) immediately used her survival skills. (Y/n) gathered dry wood and use a spindle stick to light a small ember. Shoto tried himself but failed, only giving himself some splinters from the wood.

With the knight's guidance, Shoto successfully managed to roast a wild animal. Of course, Shoto had really understood none of it, but nodded in silence, and hoped that she would help him later.

"Now that I've helped you.." (Y/n) began to trace her finger across the dirt. "How about you teach me more about fighting? A knight should know more, if not just as much, as their Prince. It only makes sense."

Shoto hummed. "You're already known as a strong warrior. I don't believe you need extra training."

"Please?"

"I'm nothing special.. I can't really teach."

"Please?" (Y/n) pleaded.

"... Tomorrow, maybe," Shoto relented. He walked over behind a tree and took out two folded tents.

"Did you plan this or something?" the knight asked.

"I've been considering it for a while, let's say."

As they settled, a teenage boy had just finished climbing up the same steep mountain as the Prince and the Prince's close knight, and he was exhausted. Then, as he caught his breath, he repeated his goal over and over in his head; to hunt down the dragon perched somewhere on this godforsaken mountain.

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