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honeesucker · 1 year

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Prelude -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 2,263

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended.

He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work.

“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.

“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.”

“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him.

“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.”

“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded.

“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.

Bullshit.

“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut.

“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA.

“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.

A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need.

“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.”

“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.”

“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.

“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat.

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.”

Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder.

“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.”

Slam.

Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program.

Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them. He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used.

Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room.

Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately.

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <[email protected]>

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]>

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM

Hello Katsuki Bakugo,

Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption.

In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience.

Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.

Best regards,

The M.H.R.F.P. Team

Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out.

“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.

Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid.

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kajinovaa · 1 year

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so if Deku is Hitsuji's boss/mentor, then its only fair to give em a pro hero training buddy that can withstand some hefty hooved stompin' yknow?

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #eijirou #kirishima #red riot #mha pro hero #bnha pro hero #pro hero eijirou #pro hero kirishima #pro hero red riot #novart

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bakubunny · 8 months

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pro hero!kirishima x reader excerpt

edit: you can find the full one shot here .

y’all can thank @arlerts-angel for this. couldn’t help myself, took about 20 min and it’s already a blast to write.

pairing: kirishima x fem!reader

A scowling blond man walked over from the opposite end of the room. The closer you looked, it was no less than Dynamight, the number two hero. What the heck was he doing, staring you down, a civilian nobody?

“Hey, princess, y’see the guy with the shitty red hair? ‘S Kirishima. He thinks you’re gorgeous, but he’s too much of a wuss to come talk to you. Will you let him buy you a drink so he’ll shut his damn mouth?”

There was only one redhead with “shitty hair” you’d ever heard of in the news in relation to Dynamight, but it couldn’t be that one, right?…

“I-I’m sorry, what?” you said.

You smiled, holding back a look of disbelief, but he must have caught it. He sighed loudly and turned to look the other way. It was dark enough that you couldn’t quite make the man out in the distance.

“Oi! Shitty hair! Get’cher ass over here, she’s not buyin’ it,” he shouted with an irritated look.

A tall, broad-shouldered redhead began moving towards your table, head tucked down and rubbing his neck. He looked up and met your eyes, smiling nervously with cheeks almost as red as his hair. It was that redhead - Red Riot, to be exact. Your eyes went wide and your face flushed.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I think you’re at the wrong table,” you said, flustered. This has to be a joke, right? He can’t be serious.

You’d heard and seen in interviews that Dynamight wasn’t exactly nice, but he wouldn’t pull some sort of stunt like this as an adult, would he? As a pro hero?

“No, I’m not at the wrong fucking table,” he sneered, crossing his arms.

Red Riot approached the both of you. “Sorry about him, he can be a bit of an ass. I don’t-”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m doing you a favor,” Dynamight said, cutting him off. He turned to you. “This is my friend Kirishima, also known as Red Riot. You should give him a chance.”

Dynamight turned back to Kirishima. “You’re fucking welcome. Play nice,” he said, giving him a clap on the shoulder before walking away.

#bkg is a half decent wingman #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #fem!reader #plus size!reader #fluff #dynamight #red riot #pro hero kirishima #pro hero bakugou #pro hero au #aged up characters #millennialmagicalgirl

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zero00kiryu00 · 9 months

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Hey bestie! Fic swap? 👀✨️ specifically a super soft x reader with kiri? - ur bestie ghost 👻🩷

Pairing: Pro-Hero! Kirishima X Quirkless! Fem! Reader Length: 4.5k words || ao3 link || Genre: Hurt & Comfort, Romance, Nsfw, Aged-Up Characters (Pro-Hero!Kirishima) Headliner created by me. Warning tags: Praise, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm "denial", breeding kink, some nipple play, oral (f receiving), creampie, cockwarming. Synopsis: Y/N has had an awful week. To top off losing her job, Y/N's feeling of inadequacy as a quirkless individual bubble up to the surface. Fuelled by jealousy over her boyfriend's quirk, Y/N vents her insecurity to Kirishima. Kirishima comforts her as best as he can, making sure she knows she is more than enough.

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“In today’s news, we explore recent happenings within the City…”

The quiet voice of the newscaster from the television speakers held your attention. The drone of the air conditioning mimicked the quiet mean-spirited voice in the back of your mind, ever present, but not a focal point until you thought about it for too long. It had been a terrible week, and somehow an even more terrible day. You had lost your job at the start of the week and things just went downhill from there. So, in an attempt to make yourself feel better, you sat on the couch, cross-legged and clutching onto a pillow, a blanket draped over your shoulders, and a half-finished bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of you, hoping to cheer yourself up with a girl power movie. It hadn’t really worked so you were just flipping through channels mindlessly until the news popped up.

“Another villain was successfully captured this afternoon. Pro-Heros Red Riot and Dynamight apprehended the tornado villain…”

The newscaster’s voice died away, blending in with the sounds of the air conditioning in the background. A film clip from that afternoon started playing on screen, the camera panning from building destruction to two burly young men high-fiving. You recognized them immediately, not just because they were famous heroes, but because you knew them personally. The young man with the spiky red hair and toothy grin, Eijirou Kirishima, better known as Red Riot, was your boyfriend. You stared as the camera zoomed in on his face, a couple fresh scratches on his right cheek from the battle, grinning ear to ear. It made you happy to see him doing so well as a pro-hero; to see his success. And yet, you couldn’t help the familiar, growing pit of jealousy that sank in your stomach.

You didn’t want to resent him for his success. He was so kind and caring with you; really, he was the perfect boyfriend. It wasn’t him you hated. It was yourself.

You continued watching the clip that played on the television. One of the reporters on scene asked the heroes to show off their quirks. Kirishima did it so effortlessly, smashing his fists together to emphasize his hardening quirk. You clutched the pillow you were holding just a bit tighter when the crowd on tv started to cheer for him, chanting over and over Red Riot. Your jaw tightened, your teeth gnashing against each other out of frustration.

“Stupid quirks…,” you muttered to yourself. “I’d be way better than any of them if I had my own…”

You trailed off just as the latch of the front door clicked open. Instinctively, you turned off the TV and tossed the remote beside you, burrowing further into your blanket, pulling it over your head and leaning onto the pillow.

“I’m home!” Kirishima shouted as he entered the house you shared, sounding more cheerful than he ever had before, or so it seemed to you, anyway.

“Hey,” you mumbled just loudly enough for him to hear from the entryway. You heard him kick off his boots and shuffle quickly down the hallway. He slid into the room heroically, striking a pose with his hands on his hips and grinning down on you.

“Guess who saved the city again?” he proclaimed loudly, following up with a boisterous laugh. You just rolled your eyes and sunk further into the pillow, letting out a long sigh.

“You?” you guessed monotonically, just to amuse him. Kirishima’s smile started to disappear as he got a closer look at how you were sitting. He knew that hunched posture meant something had happened; usually it meant he had done something, but he couldn’t think of anything he had done wrong this time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice soft and gentle as he scooted onto the couch beside you. He leaned forward, placing his elbow on his knees to peer into the blanket, clasping his hands together. You turned your gaze to meet his only briefly, darting it away after just a few seconds of contact. You couldn’t look at him for too long, didn’t dare stare into his comforting eyes for fear of breaking right there. Your insecurity wasn’t his fault.

“Nothing, you wouldn’t get it,” you denied, turning your head away from him and staring at the wall instead. Kirishima frowned, scooting over a little bit closer to you and wrapping his arm across your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. The warmth radiating off of his body onto yours was comforting, as always, but his proximity at that moment was not helping as much as you had wanted it to.

“Is this about losing your job on Monday?” he mused, noticing the way you tensed up under him as soon as he mentioned it. “I know that position meant a lot to you. Are you worried that you’re not contributing enough or something, angel?”

You just sighed and shook your head, refusing to acknowledge him any further than that for now. Kirishima continued to ask a couple questions, trying to pry the information he was looking for out of you. He knew how stubborn you could get, how you’d refuse to admit anything was wrong until it was too late and your emotions boiled over. He didn’t want you to get to that point again, he had been so worried for you the last time it had happened. He was trying to get better at noticing when you were struggling, but he had been away so much this week with missions and patrols that he couldn’t gauge how close you were to falling apart.

“I can take care of you, Y/N.”

Those were the words that made you snap. You gripped the pillow in your lap and shoved it into Kirishima’s stomach, throwing the blanket off of you when you stood up off of the couch, whipping around to face him.

“I’m not some stupid civilian that needs saving, Eijirou!” you shouted angrily at him. Kirishima simply held the pillow against himself, staring up at you in surprise while you paced in front of him. “I don’t want you to take care of me like I’m some helpless housewife, okay? I want to take care of myself. I want to be like you!”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be like me in this world? To be without a quirk? You don’t know the unrelenting bullying I dealt with in school. You have no idea how many jobs I dreamt about wanting that I can’t have cause I don’t meet the quirk requirement. You don’t understand how I felt, waiting, praying that my quirk was going to show up one day; that I was just a late bloomer and eventually I’d get to be the hero I had always wanted to be. You will never understand the humiliation and ridicule I face in my life every single day. I’m not enough; how I am, how I exist is not enough to live peacefully in this world.

“You’re praised to high heaven because of your quirk while I’m just- just,” you paused, searching for the words to express precisely how you felt. “I’m worthless.”

You huffed, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, finally having said everything you needed to in that moment. Before Kirishima could say anything, you turned quickly on your heel, rushing up the stairs and heading towards your shared bedroom. The slam of the door behind you made Kirishima jump a bit. He sat there in silence for a while, processing, ruminating, trying desperately to understand what had just happened. He had never seen you so angry, so... Hurt. He sighed, tilting his head back to rest on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He really didn’t understand how you felt. He tried to imagine how he would be without his quirk, how it would feel to be in your shoes, but it always came up blank. He couldn’t think of what he would do besides being a hero; it was just so natural for him. He had never wanted to be anything else. And maybe, he thought, that was the problem.

Kirishima sighed again, shaking his head and tossing the pillow to the side, pulling himself off the couch and shuffling around the living room. He mindlessly found himself at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze climbing to the top landing and staring at your bedroom door. Without second thought, he went upstairs. He waited a bit longer at the door, not entirely sure if it was right for him to knock and be with you right then. Did you need more space? Did you want space to begin with? He took a deep breath in and made a decision.

Kirishima knocked quietly on the bedroom door, his gaze focused on the silver door handle.

“Go away…,” you muttered, just wanting to be left alone. And yet, you craved his presence, his comfort. You wanted his arms wrapped around you, whispering that everything would be okay, that you were his everything, that you were perfect to him.

Kirishima sighed, ignoring your dismissal and turning the doorknob to let himself in. His heart sank when he saw you curled up on the bed, back turned away from him so you faced the wall in the soft light of the setting sun. He didn’t say anything, just shuffled over to the bed and crawled in beside you. He scooted in behind you, pulling you over from your side of the bed to meet him in the middle, wrapping his arm across your stomach to keep you from pulling away. You lay there together in silence for what felt like an eternity, with only the ticking alarm clock on Kirishima’s bedside stand filling the quiet air.

“I’m sorry for being so insensitive earlier,” Kirishima began to say, speaking softly against your ear. It sent a small shiver up your spine, feeling his breath against your neck as he spoke. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. I promise to try and be more understanding of your situation, angel. But I promise, promise, you are more than enough. You are so intelligent, and so patient and compassionate. You’ve got no clue how many people you make smile when you walk into a room. I could go on and on and on about how amazing you are, angel.”

He nuzzled his nose into your shoulder, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of vanilla on your skin. His grip tightened around you, his knees curling underneath yours in an attempt to get even closer to you than he had been before.

“You are enough,” he repeated, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Repeat it to me, angel.”

You could feel your face growing flush, nervous knots tying together in your stomach. You didn’t want to repeat the words back. You felt you didn’t deserve to repeat them. But you would, for him.

“I…,” you began, voice quivering with uncertainty. “I’m enough.”

“Again,” he asked of you gently, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“I’m enough,” you repeated, this time with more determination in your voice. You could feel Kirishima smile against your skin.

“One more time. Third time’s the charm, y’know,” he joked with a slight chuckle. You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip across your lips.

“I’m enough,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, confirming to yourself the sincerity of your own words. Kirishima gave you a gentle squeeze. He shifted behind you, propping himself onto one arm and leaning around you to press a kiss to your cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he praised with a smile. Kirishima’s hand traced small, slow, comforting circles along your stomach with his fingers. You took in a deep breath, enjoying his proximity, his warmth, the feeling of his breathing against your back. You turned yourself back to face him, warmth gleaming in your eyes when you looked up at him. Kirishima met your gaze immediately, looking down at you with a proud smile. His hand trailed further over your hip, resting on your thigh. “Can I show you how much you mean to me?”

His hushed request made your cheeks burn and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You knew exactly what that question meant; and you were craving it. You were craving him. You didn’t say anything, just brought your hand up to pull him down into a sweet kiss. A quiet, satisfied hum left Kirishima’s lips while he kissed you. He never really was good with words; he found he somehow always messed something up when trying to say something sincere. He knew he’d be able to get his message across through his actions.

Kirishima pulled away from the kiss only briefly, giving himself enough time to shift backwards and roll you onto your back. He climbed overtop of you, his arms resting on either side of your head. He took a minute just to survey you, to watch your lips as they parted with a slight hush of air, to meet your eyes, still a bit irritated from the tears you shed. He smiled softly.

“You’re so perfect, angel,” he complimented you with a sweet whisper before leaning forward to resume kissing you. You leaned upwards into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, greedily drinking in his careful attention to you. It made you feel wanted, needed. Kirishima’s kisses were filled with warmth and comfort, speaking words to you he could never say out loud. His tongue trailed against your bottom lip, silently begging for permission to deepen his kiss.

You closed your eyes and allowed him the moment, leaning into him and pulling him closer. Your lips met in the most tender and passionate moment yet. Your hearts beat in sync, your breaths heavy with desire. He pulled you closer still, kissing deeply and softly, his tongue slowly exploring yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers curling into the red spikes, refusing to let him pull away as you basked in the moment, holding close to the person you loved most; to the person you felt safest with.

Kirishima hummed into the kiss, signalling to you to pull away for a minute. He didn’t waste any time when you eased your grip in his hair, leaning forward and leaving a trail of soft kissing along your neck. You could feel your face getting warmer with each kiss, starting at the underside of your jaw, crawling down your neck, flitting against your collarbone. Kirishima pulled aside a strap from the tank top you wore, continuing his mission, kissing along the curve of your breast until his lips captured your nipple. A soft moan escaped your lips as he tongued and toyed with you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, building in anticipation of what was to follow. Kirishima’s hand trailed down the side of your body, fingers following the curve of your waist, curling into the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them away, discarding them to the foot of the bed, leaving you partially exposed. He sat back a bit, mouth leaving your breast and his eyes met yours. He toyed with the edge of your tank top.

“Take this off for me, angel,” he commanded gently. “Let me see how beautiful you are under this shirt.”

You flushed bright red at his request, but obliged, sitting up slightly to pull your top off, discarding it to the floor. Kirishima hummed pleasantly, taking in every inch of you.

"My god..." Kirishima muttered, his eyes drinking you in. Your body was truly a work of art. His gaze trails up your frame, from your breasts to your shoulders and back down to your stomach. His hands swept against your sides, his whispering touch sending shivers down your spine. You leaned back to give him room to continue, your pussy dripping with anticipation at what was to come.

Kirishima wiggled back towards the edge of the bed, stationing himself between your legs. Gently, he pushed them apart, crouching forward and pressing kisses to your inner thigh, teeth catching skin with every other kiss. You squirm slightly, a soft groan encouraging Kirishima to continue. Instead of giving you what you so desperately craved, however, he moved to your other thigh, repeating the same ritual he began, kissing and nipping at your sensitive skin. You whined in protest.

“Eijirou, please,” you begged, making him chuckle. Finally, he relinquished your request, adjusting his position before pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit. You moaned when his tongue began to trace slow circles around it, heat pooling into your core and making you even wetter. Kirishima continued to tease, you running his tongue up your velvety slit, licking up any slick he could and relishing in the taste of you. You were perfect to him in every possible way. He leaned deeper into you, pushing his tongue into your pussy, running it along your walls, coaxing a louder moan from you, before turning his attention back to your swelling clit. Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as you got closer to your release. Your back arched, alerting Kirishima to the proximity of your orgasm, and he immediately pulled away. You groaned, whining and squirming with want, annoyed at him for denying you when you were so close.

“I want to get you built up a bit more, angel,” Kirishima began, hands trailing up your legs. “You just look so gorgeous when you cum for me. I want to make sure I can see it. I want to see you writhing for me, begging for me. I need to see you enjoying my touch.”

Kirishima leaned forward, his right hand moving back down towards your leaking pussy, coating his fingers in your slick. He slowly ran it up and down your slit, briefly rubbing circles along your clit.

“Look at me,” he whispered, watching to catch your gaze. As soon as your eyes met, Kirishima slowly pushed two fingers into your pussy. He watched as your lips parted, watched as your chest heaved with sweet gasp, and enjoyed the satisfied moan that followed. He gave you a minute to adjust to him before moving his fingers inside of you, curling them in just the right way so that they hit your g-spot with every stroke.

“Eijirou,” you whimpered. Kirishima leaned forward, pressing kisses against your neck as he continued to fingerfuck you, increasing his pace.

“I make you feel good, don’t I, angel?” he mused, trailing kisses along the column of your neck until he got to your ear. He nibbled gently at the lobe. “It feels good when I fuck you like this doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, agreeing wholeheartedly. It felt good, so good. You wished it would never stop. You wished to feel the heat of his touch, to feel the whisper of his breath as he spoke in your ear, to feel his comfort, for as long as you possibly could.

“My pretty girl…” Kirishima continued, his thumb finding its way to your clit while his fingers continued to pump inside of you. He could feel you getting closer; he could feel how you tightened against his fingers, enjoyed the sounds of your breathing getting heavier, your moans getting louder. He leaned up, watching your brows furrow in pleasure. “Is my pretty girl ready to cum for me?”

You huffed, an amused chuckle leaving your lips as you turned your gaze to meet his.

“I’ve been ready,” you whined through a moan. “Please, please can I cum? Please, I want to cum for you, Eijirou.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, signalling his permission. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming against his fingers, legs shaking, tears pricking in your eyes with the intensity of the pleasure you felt. He slowed the pace of his fingers, letting you enjoy the feeling of him for just a while longer as you finished your release.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing your temple as you rode out your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt, making you whine. You missed him already. “Don’t worry, angel, I’m not going far.”

Kirishima lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a smirk as he pushed himself off the bed. He quickly discarded his shirt, pants following suit. You watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off of his hips. You followed his fingers, watching as his cock sprang free from its containment, precum already dripping from the tip. A dark stain flushed your cheeks bright red. Kirishima went to rummage for a condom in his bedside drawer, but you rolled over to take his hand, stopping him. He looked over at you, a bit surprised.

“You don’t want one?” he asked, making sure. You shook your head.

“I need all of you, Eijirou, please…” you trailed off, hoping he got your hint. Kirishima’s gaze hazed over with lust. He slammed the drawer back shut and shooed you back further on the bed to give him some more space.

“Lay back, angel,” he directed you and you obliged, resting your head on the pillows in the middle of the bed and spreading your legs for Kirishima. He took in a deep shaky breath, practically vibrating in anticipation. He had been waiting for this all week; in between your job loss and his job demands, there hadn’t been time to properly connect. He couldn't wait to ravish you.

Kirishima ran his cock up and down your slit, lubricating it with your slick before he maneuvered your legs over onto his shoulders, crossing your ankles around his neck. He lined himself up at your entrance, holding your legs steady with his other hand. He looked down at you, pausing just briefly to meet your gaze. Finally, he slid his cock into your entrance, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he pushed deeper inside of you. The warmth of your pussy alone was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he greedily wanted to make you cum for him again. He could hold on, but he needed to make it so you couldn’t anymore.

Kirishima began rocking his hips, keeping a slower pace, moaning at how tight your wet cunt was. You moaned along with him, eyes rolling back at the pleasant stretch of his thick cock in your pussy. He fit so perfectly inside you, fucked you so wonderfully. He kept an even pace, fucking into you so deeply the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every other thrust, making you wraith beneath him and edge closer to release with every movement. His pace quickened, making you moan louder.

“Come on, angel, I know you want to cum,” he teased you, giving your ass a quick slap. “I know how good I make you feel. I know how much you want me to cum inside your cute little pussy. You want that, don’t you?”

You whined at that, nodding your head feverishly, getting closer and closer to release with each and every one of his words. You gazed up at him, watching as his lips curled into a pleased smirk.

“Good girls cum, don’t they?” he continued to muse. “You're gonna be a good girl for me, right, angel? You’re gonna cum all over my cock? Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me.”

With those words, you found your release, gripping at the sheets, legs tightening around Kirishima’s neck, the walls of your cunt clenching on his cock. Kirishima groaned, enjoying the intense rush he felt while you milked his cock. He listened to your continued moans, thrusting faster, until finally he reached his own release. He thrust into you twice more, punctuating each twitch of his cock as he came inside of you. Finally, he stilled, matching your laboured breathing as he brought himself out of the adrenaline high. He chuckled breathlessly, his hand gently tapping your leg, wordlessly asking for you to loosen your grip around his neck. You obliged, removing your legs from his shoulders and resting them back onto the bed. Kirishima leaned forward, crawling on top of you for a passionate kiss. You reached up as he pulled back, wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs around his hips to hold him close. You didn’t want to let him go just yet. Kirishima took the hint and snaked his arm around your back, holding you close while he turned the pair of you over so he could lay down for a minute and catch his breath.

With you on top, and his cock still deep inside of you, Kirishima took in a deep breath, exhaling heavily as he got used to the new position. You squirmed around a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable, which only caused the both of you to shudder from the sensitivity the movement caused. You giggled a bit, finally settling down and resting your head on his shoulder, burying your nose into his neck and taking in a deep breath. You loved the way he smelled after sex, a sharp musk mixing together with his sweat. Kirishima’s hand trailed slow circles on your back, just enjoying your proximity as you both recovered.

“Are you feeling a little bit better?” he asked. You hummed pleasantly. You did, in fact, feel a little bit better. Still not completely healed from the events of the week, but better than you had been.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you earlier…” you mumbled into his neck, wanting to say more, but Kirishima just gently shushed you.

“It’s okay, angel. I know I won’t ever totally understand your experience, but please be open with me about it when you’re struggling, okay?” he replied. You nodded a bit, feeling a bit ashamed at your reaction. The pair of you lay there in silence for a bit longer, just enjoying each other’s company. The sound of Kirishima’s heartbeat was incredibly comforting to you. Kirishima was the one to finally break the silence.

“How about a movie and some takeout? You can choose what we watch,” he suggested, combing his fingers through your hair. You smiled.

“I’d like that,” you agreed. Kirishima grinned and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You sounded more relaxed now, and happier too. He knew there would be times where your insecurity got the best of you in the future, too, but that was a bridge the two of you could cross when it arrived; hopefully, with more understanding the next time it happened.

“Good. And what did we learn today?” he asked, gazing down at you. You giggled a bit, feeling more sure about what you were about to say than you ever had before.

“I am enough.”

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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Kirishima is just the kind of hero you would hate to see go to the gym to work on his ‘summer body’. That may be his body but in reality? That’s your body. He belongs to you. It crushes you hearing that wants to get a bit lean because he’s already got it all. He’s towering over nearly every citizen of Japan that’s not a nomu. Not only that but this man is jacked, but he’s a soft jacked 🥺. There’s some slight pudge to him but it is so cute to see it on places like his cheeks or his waist. Of course when you heard he wanted to be bit more strict with his physique, you wouldn’t stand for it. You made it a priority and goal to make sure he eats before he goes to the gym. It doesn’t matter how early or late it is. Often times when he comes home, you allow him to try new meals you’re making and then giving him heaping servings when it’s all finished. Sometimes when he slips out of the home you share without you knowing, you are sure to have a huge, piping hot plate waiting for him. He’s flustered, but he gets the hint. In fact, he’s blushing staring at the plate. He never rejects your food and always eats it eagerly. He still goes to the gym, but now he prioritizes his health compared to his looks because he knows you like him just like that.

#strongbirdie #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima headcanon #kirishima fluff #eijirou kirishima #pro hero kirishima #red riot

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Gentle Giant [Eijirou Kirishima]

an: a little hurt/comfort drabble inspired by the lovely @at-heart-artwork, I hope you don’t mind me jumping on your thoughts ^^

prompt: how Kiri hugs his s/o after coming home from a tough mission

pairing: pro hero Red Riot x female reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of minor injuries, Kiri is feeling a little overwhelmed, he just needs a hug

Masterlist

Pro hero Kirishima who breaks into the widest grin the moment he sets his vermillion eyes on you. His sharp teeth glint in the soft bedroom light as he walks to your side, dimples appearing on each cheek and the prominent lines of strain fading away.

His days are exhausting, filled with violence and the mountains of paperwork that no one really realises goes hand in hand with hero work. There are days when he prefers to be sat behind his desk, signing endless reports and filling all the necessary insurance claims, but more often than not, he’d rather be on the streets.

Tonight, Kirishima returns to your apartment still in his hero gear. He couldn’t bear to wait for a single second longer, the need to hold you close is overwhelming. He knows that he probably smells, that he is covered with grime and there is a small cut on his brow that needs tending, but he needs your intimacy more.

How he wished it had been a day spent behind his desk with the endless monotony of office life, but how profoundly glad he was that he had been on patrol. Red Riot had been needed, and this time, what he had witnessed cut deep.

He gazes at your sleeping form, mesmerised by how peaceful you look in one of his very oversized t-shirts that swamps down to past your knees. His thick, battle roughened digits are as gentle as he can manage whilst he strokes your cheek until you rouse. That first sleepy blink tugs on his heart and he scoops you from the bed.

“Eiji,” you coo into his neck.

His arms cradles you so tenderly, like you are the most precious treasure, and you can sense something isn’t quite right. Where was the bear hug that you expected every time he returned to your arms? Where was the tight squeeze that did wonders for your back?

Instead, his vivid flame red tickles your cheek as he nuzzles into your neck, his nose buried against your sleep-soaked skin, inhaling your scent. Slowly, he allows you to shift until you are wrapped around his muscular frame like a cute koala.

His muscles shift as you stroke at his sweaty skin, a soft hum floating from your throat whilst he sways with you in the hush of your shared bedroom. Arms that could break you in half tighten, but only slightly, a palm flush against your back to keep you from moving back to see his face. You don’t need to see the sadness they hold. The guilt he feels for how happy he had been when he first saw you, knowing that not everyone always returns to their family.

“Bad night, baby?”

Kiri knows better than to keep things from you, knows more than most how dangerous and unhealthy it can be to let dark emotions bottle up until they explode. He swallows past the ragged lump in his throat, grumbles a faint yes and sinks to the bed with you still fixed to him.

His less than dexterous fingers smooth over your messy hair, his other hand rubbing patterns of undefined design across your back. He loves how warm you are, how he feels your love and affection seep through his skin and pierce his heart. Breathing becomes easier, the fog of his worries lifting in the face of your acceptance. The evil little gremlins in his brain are drowned out by your soothing voice.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his sooty cheek when he finally lets you see his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that, but can we just stay like this for another minute?”

You coo to him, settling against the wall of muscle that is your man. The man whose quirk looks nothing other than intimidating, maybe even a little scary, but Kirishima is more than the sum of his parts.

“Of course baby, anything for you.”

One minute ticks into another, and you have no desire to push him when you sense the comfort you can offer from your embrace. Talking can be painful yet necessary. Affection could soften the blow, smooth away the sharp edges and that is what you did for him.

Pro hero Kirishima - your gentle giant.

#delirious writes #eijirou kirishima #eijirou fluff #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader #pro hero kirishima #mha fluff

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maroonswan · 9 months

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18+ only - minors dni

This man has me in such a chokehold, and I just need a real one to give it to me just like that 😫 💦!!!

cw: gn!reader + Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro + unprotected sex + creampie + love bombs+ manhandling

Don't fight me because I know how you girls like tussle, but you can not tell me that Pro Hero!Kirishima doesn't use at least some of his moves in the bedroom. Safe versions of course. But still, in the heat of the moment, he tends to manhandle, twisting you into all sorts of positions. One of his favorites being the sleeper hold. If you muscles lose stamina after what feels like hours of being locked in a full nelson, Kiri will happily give your sore thighs a break by flipping you face down on the bed and pinning you in the signature hold. Through gritted teeth, he's begging you to hold out just a bit longer as he's so close. His hips making his approaching orgasm clear as he pistons wildly into your tight quivering heat.

Your head is swimming from the limited amount of air as the heavy weight hero fucks you stupid, having you trapped right where he wants you. A thick muscled bicep squeezing into the delicate hallow of your neck as he tells you how good you're being and how much he loves you. Each harsh thrust of his perfectly curved thick cock shoving you forward just for Kirishima to pull you right back, making you scream and your eyes roll back; lips contorting into those embarrassing o-faces. You'll never know how badly he wishes he was able to record each and every one of them.

It's so hot and exhausting. But, Kirishima has the endurance of a work horse born to breed as you cum over and over again until you finally pass out. Your hole giving his big dick one last squeeze that has him seeing stars every time as he fills you with his cum.

#of course the aftercare is amazing #kirishima ejirou is a giver #tw size kink #tw strangulation #tw strangling #tw unprotected sex #mdni #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #afab!reader #gn!reader #bnha smut #mha smut #smut drabble #pro hero kirishima

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serotoninnorepinephrinedopamine · 1 year

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Showers and Confessions - Pro Hero Kirishima x Reader

This is set in the future, Kirishima is a pro hero and you're part of search and rescue. You're quirk is just basically an earth bender and you thought search and rescue would be a better use for your quirk than being a hero. Your "hero" outfit is similar to that of a coal miner.

*Credit to the artist, the signature is a little hard to read

The battle between the pros and villains had been supper destructive and lasted a while as the sun was starting to set. Many buildings had toppled much to my annoyance but unfortunately the heros can't help it, shit happens, it just means my crew and I have our work cut out for us this evening. With emergency personnel and vehicles on the scene we get to work.

Most of my crew was in charge of finding people in the rubble with their quirks whether it be with scent, echo location, or what have you but it was my personal job to move the debris away with my quirk and get the citizens out as fast as possible. The farther the fight got from us we moved in for search and rescue. I just hope Kirishima is doing okay out there, he's too "manly" for his own good and when it comes to protecting people he gives it his all but it's gonna get him really hurt one of these days....I dunno maybe I worry too much.

Pulled back to reality out of my thoughts, my teammates call me over having found some civilians. "Let's just hope it's a good shift." I say hopefully to myself before going to help.

Kirishima and I met in class 1-A, his red hair and can do attitude was what originally caught my attention, he was sweet and we hit it off right away. Originally I wanted to be a hero like every kid does until the LOV attacked the school, it was shooking and I was scared. I realized I wasn't cut out for pro hero work so I transferred to search and rescue.

We kept in touch and he'd go out of his way to hang out with me even if that meant he was just in the room while I studied or did homework. I enjoyed every hang out with him especially if I had a bad day. He always seemed to make it better with his adorable smile and not to mention his hugs are the best.

Few years down the road we graduated together, many photos were taken together that day and I secretly love them all. I love the big goofball but I don't think he'll ever see me that way so I'll take whatever I can get! Even if that means I'm cleaning up the wake of destruction from his job.

The sun is but a sliver along the horizon now as I pace beside an ambulance. My job was done, all the civilians had been found, no casualties so far which was good but there was no sign of Kirishima yet and I'm not leaving without him.

After about 40 minutes of nervous pacing I hear his wonderful voice "Y/N!" he shouts as he jogs towards me. I dash to him meeting halfway enveloping him in a tight hug as I crash into him. "What took you so long I was getting really worried?!" I ask sternly. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me "News reporters had me caught up, besides you know I can handle myself you don't need to worry so much." he says with a reassuring smile. I release him from the hug returning the smile and say "Let's get you home and cleaned up." as I lead him to a waiting vehicle. "What are you my (insert spouse pronoun)?" he says cheerfully. I couldn't help but blush but thankfully he couldn't see it with my back to him.

Once we made it inside his place I usher him to the bathroom for a shower "Clean up I'll prepare you some leftovers." I say as I turn to leave he grabs my wrist and I turn to look at him. His cheeks were bright pink as he avoided eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck "You need a shower too right? We've known each for years uhhh...you could take a shower with me if you want Y/N?" he sheepishly asks. My eyes wide and face on fire I yank my wrist from his grasp and slam the door shut. "I- I'm sorry! I'll wai-wait my turn!" I shout as I run to the kitchen.

I brace myself against to counter as I barely hear the water turn on over my pounding heart "Holy shit! How-WHY would he ask something like that! Sure we've known each other for a while but it-it's no!" I think to myself. I take in a deep breath and exhale, calming myself some what, and go about preparing him something to eat.

I sat on the couch for what seemed like a while collecting my racing thoughts waiting for my turn. The second he stepped out and went to his room I rushed in the bathroom for my shower.

Feeling clean and relaxed I crack open the bathroom door to peek out. Kirishima sat on the couch slightly hunched over. I sneak into his room and "steal" a rather large shirt and some loose fitting bottoms, I didn't have spares and I don't stay over enough to have some here.

I make my way to the couch and sit beside him. He glances over the somber look quickly replaced by one of amusement and a short laugh "Making yourself at home I see?" he states and continues "About early I'm sorry for being brash, I've been doing some thinking and figured it would've been alright to ask." I put a hand on his thigh "Hey it's okay to ask, albeit a very shocking question." I respond. He chuckles nervously "Yeah...um earlier today some things happened and it made me realize that I should tell you sooner rather than later" he grabs my hands in his "because eventually something will happen and I won't get the chance to but...ugh! What I'm trying to say is I like you and not as just a friend as a potential lover if yo-"

I put a finger to his lips and move my hands to his cheeks holding his face. Half lided eyes staring into his wide ones "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear a confession fall from your lips." I say with a smile as I pull him into a kiss.

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader #mha fluff #pro hero kirishima

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Three -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,670

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.

“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.

“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.

“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”

Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.

Fucking cowards.

Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.

“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”

“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.

“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.

Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.

So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.

Your eyes.

They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.

Bait hybrid.

He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:

2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.

2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?

2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.

2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.

2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.

Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.

When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.

Accepted that life was filled with things like that.

“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”

Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.

Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.

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Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or field day.

He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.

Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.

Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.

“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.

“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.

“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency. “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.

“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.

“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.

“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”

“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.

“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.

“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.

“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.

“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.

Snap!

A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.

A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,” your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.

“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...

Safe.

“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.

“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.

You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.

You two were meant for each other.

*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.

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nobelowz · 2 years

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krbk doodles :3

#krbk #fanart #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #mha #bnha #doodles #red riot #great explosion murder god dynamight #pro hero kirishima #pro hero bakugou

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0ceanbleuu · 10 months

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Feeling the need to display my favorite guy in every platform bc I mean, he’s the manliest ray of sunshine! The sturdy hero! Red Riot!

#bnha fanart #digital art #boku no hero academia #kirishima eijiro #red riot #pro hero kirishima

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cyfics · 11 months

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Hello,

I hope you are doing alright and staying healthy.

May I send in a request that contains angst? So, basically, Reader has a quirk similar to death. It turns their hands into a charcoal black colour when activated, and they don't like to use it and basically despise it. So, one day, they are being picked on about their quirk, and in a fit of anger, they accidentally almost touch another student while their quirk is activated, stopping themselves midway.

Their next day is spent with them zoning out about the accident until someone snaps them out of it. They cover it up and brush everyone off, though the whole day they are in an odd mood and displaying odd behaviour. Eventually, they find themselves on the rooftop in a crouched position just thinking things over in their head until the (preferred character) runs up the stairs, thinking they were going to jump, but finds them kind of chilling

I'm not sure what character to ask for, preferably someone from Class 1A. You can choose which character this will fit better.

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Title: Death’s Door

Warnings: Angst! Mentions of d34th, mentions of unaliving urself

Pairings: Red Riot x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: ^^^read request abv

Word count: 1.6k

Note: unedited + not proof read!

On aO3 as Cyfics

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You were pacing around your room for about an hour already, trying to figure out how you could possibly escape from your duties. You didn’t wanna go to school at all, not when you knew you’d be relentlessly made fun of.

You were already called all of the names in the book ranging from being called a villain to just being called a generally shitty human being for something you can’t even control. It made you sad at first when you’d hear things like this but eventually it started to numb you.

“I can’t skip today, can I?” You sighed to yourself, forcing yourself to stop procrastinating and to get ready. You threw your clothes on messily, your shirt being pulled over your head messing up your hair and leaving bits sticking out. Your shirt was now crumpled and needed to be ironed but you figured that could be done another day.

You dragged your feet across the floor and slung your bag over your shoulder, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. You looked like some beautiful broken mess, for a moment you looked at your hands. You watched as they began to fade to a darkened colour, the black spreading up your wrists.

You considered your thoughts very carefully for a moment, slowly reaching your hand up to your neck before quickly redacting and pulling away. You shook away the thoughts and continued on, leaving your room and locking up the house as you waited for the school bus.

You stood in front of the bus stop and waited nervously, occasionally the bus driver would ignore you and drive off, not wanting to come into contact with someone like you. You shifted your weight on each foot, swinging your arms slightly as you waited.

The bus pulled up and abruptly stopped, you popped on in as the doors opened up and started looking for a seat. Every seat was taken by at least one person, you attempted to sit by a random kid but they placed their bag down in the empty space before you could sit down.

The bus took off without you finding a seat, causing you to fall down onto the bus floor and fling around violently. You quickly stood up and dusted yourself off, signing before grabbing onto a pole to steady yourself. It was certain you weren’t getting a seat.

You got off the bus, wishing you could escape the faint giggling and laughter at your misfortune from the bus incident. You rolled your eyes and entered the school building, dragging your soft fingertips against the brick wall as you found your classroom and entered.

You walked inside and took your seat, you were fairly early compared to everyone else as you don’t really have friends. You stared blankly down at the desk in front of you for a while before something snapped you out of your thoughts.

A group of kids started to huddle around you, one of the kids in front slamming their hand on your desk to get your attention. You winced and reluctantly looked up at them “what’re you doing back in school? Shouldn’t you be in prison?” One of the kids asked with a harsh tone.

“No- I’m not a bad guy—“ you were cut off by another kid “You’re a murderer!” They exclaimed “I’m not!” You shouted “you’re a villain! How can you even go to school with a quirk like that?” One of the kids berated you: it was all so much for you to handle.

“Are you gonna kill us?” They asked, “You probably would since you’re a villain.” Another spoke “Murders and villains like you should die, why don’t you just use your quirk on yourself?” A kid from behind snickered as he then pushed your head into the desk.

You kicked your own chair back and stood up abruptly, turning around and allowing your quirk to bottle up in your fists. Your hands began to crack as your softened skin grew darker, you balled your firsts up and raised your hands. Were you really about to kill these kids?

“Oh my god! They’re gonna kill us, run!” A blonde kid shoved them out of the way and fled, the others following soon after “let’s tell a teacher!” They continued to shout even after making it down the hallway, it was pitiful.

You stared at your own hands in disbelief; were you really just about to kill them?

You rushed home immediately, not even waiting for the school day to end let alone start. You picked the pace up and didn’t stop walking, your legs were aching and hurting and yet you couldn’t stop. You needed to get home now.

You entered your home and slammed the door shut behind you, breathing heavily and clutching your chest. You slid down to the floor and huddled up against your knees, you held onto your head and started to freak out about what just happened.

Eventually you fell asleep where you were sitting, you were stressed and unable to move. When you woke up it was already the next day, the sun shining through your living room windows onto your saddened face.

You didn’t go to school that day, you just couldn’t. Instead you decided to stay home “Y/n? What are you doing down there in your school uniform? Why haven’t you left yet?” Your guardian came out of their room to talk to you.

“I just.. I fell asleep sorry, I think I’m sick.” You coughed as you lied straight to their face “sick? Well that’d make sense as to why you left school so early yesterday, go straight up to bed- no school!” They demanded.

You nodded tiredly and went up to your room to lay down, you slumped onto your bed and looked up at the wall. Your guardian walked in to check on you only to see you staring at the roof with glassy eyes “Y/n, are you alright?” They asked you as they approached.

“Sure, ‘m right.” You turned over so your back was facing towards them “whatever you say, but I’m getting your other guardian to come check on you again.” They stood up and left as quickly as they entered.

You listened to the sound of them leaving, their shoes hitting the floor “Hey Kid. What’s going on, you sick?” Your other guardian entered the room and sat on the edge of your bed. “Something like that yeah.” You sighed.

“It’s not like you to get sick, something happen?” They asked “No ‘m fine.” You answered and sent them out the door as well.

After a while of laying there feeling sorry for yourself you decided to get up and go outside to the roof, slipping your shoes off; carefully stepping out the window and sitting upon the roof tiles.

“I- almost killed someone..” you started to freak out yet again, your hands coming up to your head as your buried your face in your knees. You began to sob uncontrollably, whining about how bad of a person you are to yourself quietly.

You squeaked when you heard the sound of something land by you, you moved your hands and looked up to see what it was. You almost fell off the roof upon seeing the pro hero Red Riot!

“Hey! What’cha doin kid?” He asked you as he crouched down “don’t call me kid- we’re practically the same age!” You rolled your eyes “you trying to kill yourself up here..?” Red riot asked “No- but I should. It’s end everyone’s worry.” You spoke up.

“Wanna talk about it?” He sat down beside you “everyone makes fun of me and is scared of me because of my quirk, maybe it is villainous to keep living- cause at the moment me being alive just simply is scaring a lot of people..” you explained.

“What’s your quirk? I’m sure it’s not that bad!” Red riot gave you a toothy grin, “if I activate my quirk I can kill someone with a simple touch.” You answered dimly. “Well you’ve never used it have you?” He asked “I have once- it was when it first developed. I killed my kindergarten teacher.” You grimaced thinking about it.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! But that was an accident! You couldn’t help it!” Red riot comforted you “Everyone still gets upset about it- including me. Besides.. I almost killed someone today when I got upset.” You admitted.

“You did? Well you must have great restraint and self control! Did you know that having those things are the first two steps to being a hero?” Red Riot flexed a bit. “I could never be a hero, not with a quirk like mine.” You lowered your head.

“I’m sure you could! You’d just need some way to train it- maybe you need to figure out another way to use it! Does it only work on humans?” He asked you.

“Animals too. Anything alive.” You answered “right! So it wouldn’t work on things like wires?” He asked “It could.. I haven’t tried before, why?” You asked him “Maybe you could be some sort of pro hero that specialises in taking down like machines and stuff! I don’t know- in all honesty I’m still a dumb kid.” Red riot admired as he looked up at the sun.

“It’s okay, me too.” You smiled at him.

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dolliedarlin · 1 year

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KIRIPIMA! | REN GETS HIS QUIRK

Ren was growing up quickly. Ever since he started his first year of primary school he’s been taking on more weighty subjects as well as gradually advancing his writing, reading and math skills. With his developing capabilities, he’s also been able to explore and navigate the world around him better - you couldn’t be more proud of him.

To cheer him on in your own way, you’ve started doing what every other parent gets into doing for their toddlers. Making packed lunches. You adored cooking and packing Ren’s school lunches, every time you made sure to include a small handwritten note for Ren to read, either wishing him well or stating a fun fact you think he might like, always ending it with ‘love, mama’. It’s definitely one of the perks of parenting and you enjoyed it so much, you started doing it for Kirishima, who had been hinting at wanting handmade lunches from you for a long time - ever since Ren started receiving his, in fact.

It was quite amusing seeing him whine and beg for a packed lunch from you, it even warmed your heart to see Ren realise what Kirishima wanted and purposely save him a part of his lunch box to have as soon as they see each other again. It was very cute. However, you couldn’t have your little lotus not eating all of his lunch so you happily got to work on packing both of their lunches for the day.

You remember the look of elation on Kirishima’s face upon seeing the second bento you place out onto the counter that day.

“Is…is that another bento?” the red-head timidly brings up as he momentarily stops tickling Ren’s pudgy tummy. They were both going through their morning ritual of play wrestling, which always ended in tickles.

“Yes it is~” you chime with a giggle.

“Mama made Papa a packed lunch too!” Ren cheers after recovering his breath, his chubby cheeks flustered from the morning activities.

“That’s right, little lotus,”

“Papa must say ‘thank you’ now,”

“Thank you, gorgeous,” Kirishima sighs in content as he brings you into a tight embrace, not missing the chance to also kiss your cheek.

“You’re welcome, handsome,” you giggle with heated cheeks and give him gentle kiss on the lips.

It was practically a morning ritual for you to pack their lunches after eating the breakfast Kirishima cooked for all three of you. You appreciate his efforts so much; despite being such a busy hero, he arrives at your house every morning without fail to cook breakfast while you and Ren are still asleep, he even helps Ren get ready for school so that you can take care of their bento lunches. They always brushed their teeth together in your bathroom. The two stood side by side, with Ren on a foot stool so he could see the mirror. They each had a hand on one hip as the other held their toothbrushes to their pearly whites and cleaned away for two minutes with the help of a timer. After that, they both get dressed, with Eijiro helping Ren on occasion as you cleaned up in the kitchen and readied their bags for the day ahead. All ultimately, leading to you handing over their bentos and wishing them a good day ahead.

“How do you whistle, mama?”

“Whistle?”

“Yeah!” Ren nods enthusiastically, his eyes holding a galaxy of stars.

“Well, first I make my lips form an ‘o’ shape and then I just blow,”

Ren tilts his head in curiosity as shock momentarily covers his eyes, “That’s it?”

“Yup!” At that, your son goes straight into trying to whistle. His soft cheeks puffing up as he blew with all his might.

Half an hour of Ren doing his best goes by until he admits defeat, catching his breathe as you stare on at your son’s admirable determination. He’s exhausted himself but you know he’ll get back onto trying to achieve his goal soon enough - that was what Kirishima taught him after all. Goodness, you love the two of them so much.

Ren is still going at it even up to the time Kirishima comes over for dinner. You were preparing all of your ingredients in the kitchen when Kirishima walks into the living room and is met with the amusing sight of Ren attempting to whistle.

“What’s this?” Kirishima asks with a chuckle, setting down grocery bags on the counter for you and giving your cheek a quick kiss before he goes to sit next to Ren.

“Are you trying to whistle?” Kirishima raises a brow of amusement as Ren stops his attempts to crawl into the prohero’s lap.

“It’s hard, Papa…” Ren whines in sadness and slumping on the floor and making Eijiro wrap his arms around your son tightly, finally bringing him into his lap.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t do it, keep trying little man, make sure to curl up your tongue too and don’t blow too hard either. Come on now,” they both get into position, their chests puffed up for breath and it begins once again. That continues on even when dinner was finally ready. Ren, disheartened in his multiple failed attempts melts into his chair but quickly brightens up at seeing his favourite dishes prepared for dinner.

“Don’t give up, my little lotus,” you cheer on as both you and Kirishima turn to Ren with adoring smiles. He happily responds to your encouraging expressions with a bright smile and nods his head in determination. His mama and papa were cheering him on so he can’t fail so easily!

Ren was getting picked up by Kirishima from school again today but will be stopping by your flower shop before heading him. Usually, the two of them would go home straight to you as you’d be done by then, however, you needed to finish up a particularly large order of flower arrangements for a booked event coming up and you were running late on schedule. So, preoccupied with your work, you didn’t notice the door open as a heavy set of footsteps make their way over to you, the very concept of time had escaped your mind so you hadn’t been able to anticipate your two favourite boys arriving just in time to hug you tightly from behind.

You let out a shrill scream of surprise as two sets of giggles made their way into your ears and gradually had your heart calming down right away.

“Goodness you two!” you huff, laughing off your fright as you hold a hand to your chest, “Don’t surprise me like that!”

“Haha! That’s not the only surprise we have for you~” Kirishima smirks, stepping away with Ren in his arms as you turned to face them, wiping soil off on your apron.

“Mama watch me!” Ren cheers prompting you to smile, watching with growing excitement as Ren puckers his lips and successfully begins to whistle. Just as you were about to cheer in happiness for his success, the plants around you shot up and filled your entire back room with uncontrolled foliage with unusual dimensions. It feels as though you’ve shrunk into the size of ants compared to the stems and giant budding flora surrounding you. Your wide eyes slowly meet the equally widened stares of Kirishima and Ren before a scream of excitement erupts from all three of you.

Ren has his quirk!

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