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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 {𝟏/} - 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: prohero! kirishima, oc! mio, reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dead dove do not eat. dark content ahead. dark!kirishima. stepdaughter/stepfather. seriously, if you are not comfortable with dark content please do not proceed.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: kirishima was a man who had it all. the beautiful home, the successful lifestyle, a great friend group, all the money in the world and a new woman to call his wife; that is until you, his step daughter is forced to move in.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: *check the end*

Kirishima couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous.

Well- maybe he could- though, it was only on two occasions. One, his rocky divorce from Mina Ashido that left him so shaken that he swore off love of any kind. And two- his wedding day, ironically. He has spent the day frantically biting his fingernails down to the nub and pacing back and forth so much that Bakugou had to physically restrain him.

However, his anxiety and unease sprouted from a completely new place. Kirishima had just been informed that due to an unknown event his ‘stepdaughter’ would be making her way down to his cozy little home- in less than 48 hours.

Permanently.

He still wasn’t too sure about the situation that led you to staying down here with them. Something about a mishap at boarding school that somehow landed you a one-way ticket to being expelled- permanently. But judging on how quickly you were removed from your school, and how frantic Mio acted once she got the call, he assumed that it would have been serious.

Which leads Kirishima to where he was now, pacing around in a circle in the spacious bedroom that was now yours. He had already dug through your things as soon as they arrived- rather sheepishly. There wasn’t much of your belongings that were shipped down, about four large boxes of clothes, a small box containing pictures and an even smaller box containing small pieces of makeup and some hair supplies.

To be completely honest, Kirishima doesn’t really know much about you despite the close-knit relationship between you and Mio. Sure, he’s aware of your upbringing and… well, you had been present for the bridal shower, bridesmaid get together, errand runs and wedding- but there hadn’t been much conversation between the two of you during that time. A small peck on the cheek, a quick hello and a warm smile was the extent of your relationship, and he honestly hadn’t thought twice about it. But now…now he was forced to add a whole new element to his relationship with Mio.

He’s seen the small bouquet of roses you send that always make their way down on Mother’s Day, he’s even sneaked a peek at the card that accompanies it. The small ‘love you, mom’ always at the end of a bittersweet note. He’s aware of the mother-daughter relationship that is shared between the two of you, which is why he’s so antsy- and why he feels kind of blind sighted.

The thing is, Kirishima is lost on what his relationship with you will be like. Sure… he may technically be your brother-in-law, but since Mio fills the void of your mother, both physically and legally, is he supposed to step up and fill the void of a father?

God, the thought of it has his hands shaking and his mouth running dry. He feels underprepared and he can’t help but to feel a little guilty. He should have made a greater effort to forge a relationship with you- should’ve taken you out and really got to know you- it shouldn’t have taken this for him to realize that the most important person in his wife's life is- well, a stranger.

But Kirishima couldn’t be bothered to self-loath anymore. In less than 24 hours, you’d be here, and he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Leaving your room hastily, Kiri makes his way to the master suite in search of his phone. Unhooking it from the charger port, Kirishima sits down on his bed comfortably- already in search of the two most important people contacts. Clicking ‘Mio <3’, Kirishima can’t help the light chuckle that escaped him. Mio had sent a selfie of the two of you, both wrapped up in a fluffy white towel- both of you gleaming. The bright pink flush on Mio’s face made his face warm and his hands built in moisture. She still had that strong effect on him.

Taking his eyes away from Mio, he fixes his eyes onto you. Your appearance had changed quite a bit- no longer were you the shy, nearly 17 year old. Now, you were a woman- technically speaking. You have grown into your features nicely. Your lips had gotten a bit fuller, the acne that once lined itself along your forehead had been smoothed out, and the few freckles that adorned your face had faded. You looked good, pretty in fact.

Kirishima's grin grows wider once he acknowledges both of you, and he can’t help the adoration that bubbles in his chest once he really takes in the picture.

His girls looked so beautiful together. Practically glowing.

Clicking his phone off, Kirishima stands up, making his way into the conjoined master bathroom for his nightly routine. He practically skips there from the giddiness that creeps up in his chest at the thought of finally having Mio and you under the same roof.

Slipping out of his shorts, he finds himself trailing off in thought. Already forgetting that he was supposed to reach out to Bakugo tonight.

This is finally his chance at having that family.

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You can’t remember feeling this light.

The robe feels so heavenly against your skin, you’d finally been able to rid yourself of the itchy, stuffy clothes that you were forced to call a uniform. Your skin is buttery smooth from the high end moisturizer your perfect sister had supplied, your skin practically screaming out in relief from the abrupt change of quality.

It had been so long since you had access to things that actually made you feel good and giddy inside. At the institution, you were only afforded things that were cheap and affordable despite the hefty tuition fee that needed to be paid to gain access. You couldn’t help but let your mind wonder what they had been doing with the tuition money.

The outside of your boarding school was lavish, the outside was littered with beautiful architecture, styled with the most expensive flowers possible, and garnished with expensive statues of Greek Gods and Goddesses.

It left the outside of the institution looking lavish and expensive, however, the inside was another story. The rooms were outdated, small tiny twin beds were provided, but the criticky box spring not only left you feeling tense and achy all over, but allowed you to get little sleep at all. Sometimes the students were unfortunate enough to end up with rooms that were littered with bugs, and creaky floorboards. You were never forced to go that deep into uncomfortableness, but that didn’t stop you from feeling phantom bugs crawling on you at night in response.

To be honest, looking back at it, you were glad that you were sent away. Now at least. At first, you had been an emotional wreck. As you had loaded your small bag into the car that your sister was driving, you had been overcome with strong emotions of rejection and mourning. Mourning because the connections that you had made and solidified over the years were to be cut, your friends promising to write and to call- but you knew it was heart shaped lies at best. And rejection because of how the Mistresses had disregarded you without a single glance. Sneering for you to remove the premises, effectively erasing your being from the institution within the week… all because of one misunderstanding.

The tears hadn’t stopped the day they had both notified you and Mio that you were to be expelled and removed within the next week. Day 1 was spent in shock, emotions were nonexistent, and you felt that day pass by the quickest, you remembered nothing but blurriness. Day 2 was by far the worst, the Mistresses had made an announcement notifying the girls of your departure at breakfast. The shocked gasps and whispers sparked your emotions to life, and you shrunk away in your seat, the tears finally releasing themselves, as small drops made their way into the bittersweet oatmeal in front of you. You found your hands shaking as you reached out to take a bite, trying to find a way to distract yourself from the stares. The small hand that was stretched across you and onto your shoulder made you collapse into tears, pulling yourself up and making a beeline to your room to buy you a moment of solace and to begin to send your packages out. Your friends did little to quiet your cries, but they managed to console you for a few hours with bittersweet memories and dry remarks as they helped you pack. It did manage to placate you for a bit, like placing a bandaid onto a rapidly cracking window. They bought you a minute of peace.

Day 3 was by far the best, you had been released from class for the rest of the week, which left you time to spend your free moments on the beautiful outside. You ran into the nearing greenlands and basked in the fields, smelling the accompanying flowers that blossomed on the ground. You spent hours there, wishing that you had embraced this part of the institution when you had the chance. Day 4 was filled with the girls sitting around you, telling you of their favorite stories that involved you and making you laugh until you couldn’t feel an ounce of sadness. And the night ended with the four girls that shared their room with you pulling all of their beds together, and sleeping as peacefully and as huddled as possible. Day 5 & 6 were much of the same, spent basking with the girls and the memories that were to always be there. The only difference was the phone call you received from Mio, alerting you that she would be there in just two days to retrieve her ‘best girl’.

Day 7 felt the most hollow. You woke up, and joined the girls for what would be your last breakfast with them. You ate in silence, with the black and blue school uniform providing nothing but a bitter remembrance of what you would be leaving behind. The small hand of Anami stretched over yours, halting the movement of your subconscious stirring. Her hands were warm as they wrapped with yours, and she squeezed quickly, the small movement jolting you out of your trance.

But it wasn’t for a brief display of love and affection, you had been ignorant to the calls of your name from your Mistress. The scoff and sneer she sent your way made that known.

“My office after breakfast Y/N.” Her tone was icey, and her stare was venomous. You shook your head lightly, feigning indifference. Mistress T was a woman who fed off the fear and uncomfortableness of her students. She practically delved in it. However, you refused to give her the satisfaction.

Not tonight- not on your last day.

Breakfast went past without another hitch. The girls didn’t bother to whisper, already scared of Mistress T’s earlier remark, it was better to remain silent in fear of the possibility of a tongue lashing.

Pushing out your chair, you made your way out of the dining area, and through the corridor already heading towards Mistress T’s office. You waited at her door, hitching a seat on the singular chair that was made available outside of her room. Getting comfortable, you awaited her arrival. You had been one of the first girls to leave the dining area, and you knew it would take a minute for her to arrive.

Counting the cracks on the wall did little to placate you, and your mind briefly recounted the memories of Mio to feel the wait. Memories of her pushing you on swings as high as you wished, and her cheering you on during your soccer game all played through your mind.

However, you didn’t have too much time to reminisce, the small jolt that was a response to the kick that snapped you out of your daydream had you confused. Moving your head up, you're met with the crooked smile of Mistress T. Sauterning her way into her office, she doesn't spare you another glance, deciding that leaving the office door open is enough of a response.

Bracing yourself mentally, you rise up from the chair and slowly make your way into her office; not caring enough to shut the door once you stepped inside, there was simply no need. You’d make this quick. You promised that she wouldn’t take too much time.

Gracefully sitting down into the comfortable leather seat, your eyes meet Mistresses T’s with as much confidence that you can muster. Her arrogant smile waivers a bit seeing your stare steady. And she settles into a position that shows how put off she is. Huffing irritably, she takes a second glance at you noticing how your shoulders are high and squared, and how you don’t shuffle in uncomfortableness like the other students do; in fact, if she’s being honest with herself, you seem as though you're ready for whatever response comes out of her mouth. So she decides to hit hard.

“I never wanted you here.”

The sentence barely makes you move, it’s as if she stated how nice the weather was, and she hates that. She hates that her power has gotten nothing out of you. How you look indifferent to a remark that she knew would have reduced you into tears. Taking your lack of reaction as a challenge and a response, she continues.

“I’m well versed in little girls like you... the ones who bat their eyes and swing their hips and think everyone is supposed to fall for them and their act. The ones who play coy and act innocent, but are secretly evil underneath all of that beauty.” Her voice raises an octave towards the last word, cutting deep a smidge. But she continues, she’ll get this out if it’s the last thing she’ll do. “I knew what you were before you even knew yourself, that I assure you. You’ve gotten everyone to pity you, to fall for everything that comes out of your lips. And you almost had me. But I see right through you and that bullshit of a facade.”

You barely even move whilst listening to her rip you to shreds. Her voice plays in the back of your mind, only able to register a few words here or there. But you don’t try to pull yourself out of this trance, nor do you try to get your brain to take you out of this haze and concentrate, you’re happy to sit back and let her tune play. It’s best not to focus in this moment- to be truthful, maybe not even at all.

“...you wanted him, didn’t you? The second I seen you stay after his class to talk about whatever lecture he had, I knew what type of woman you’d become. And here I thought that the girls in this school were dignified- I thought you all could handle having a man as a teacher, no less. But I was so stupidly wrong...I thought I could trust you and Anami of all girls!...”

Something registers in your head that what she’s saying is...wrong. That somethings not quite right with this speech of hers. Mistress T’s words are beginning to blow through the haze that was fogging up your head just seconds ago. You’re being pulled out of your trance word by word, and you find yourself listening to more pieces of her speech than you’ve ever wanted to. “And to think...I caught little Miss Saint with her panties on her ankles and Mr. Malek in between them. Do you even understand how disgusting this makes you? How easy you are to me? Opening your legs to a man that was not yours? Who was supposed to be mines? You’ve soiled your body- your temple! And in a home that is aligned with God at that.” Her voice drips with disgust when she finished. Her fist are curled and her face is flushed with the brightest of red. Mistress T’s sits back in resignation after the last word, she feels floaty...all of her issues are out in the open. And she rids herself of her anger. In the corner of her eye she sees that you’re beginning to curl up on yourself. But you’ll be gone in a few hours. She doesn’t feel inclined to care. She truly doesn't. But she should.

The adrenaline kicks in slowly. You feel your hands shake and you feel your breath get caught in your throat. You can’t let her get the last word. You can’t let her tell that story. You won’t allow it. Swallowing down as much air as you can take in, you steady your voice.

“Of course you’d tell that story.”

This peaks her interest, she had expected you to bolt out of the door or to give a stupid one liner and run. But the rebuttal that was already bubbled up on her chest is locked in. She wants to hear this.

“You’d rather tell that part before you tell the others” Your voice is shaky. No matter how many times you try to calm down- you can’t. “I begged you to do something about him. I went to you multiple times, Mistress.” You spit the title at her with as much disgust that she had.

“You allowed that man to have so much power over you, so much so, that you listened to him over me. I never wanted him. And I never will. If you're that desperate to get fucked, perhaps you should do it with someone who isn't on your payroll, you slut.” Your speech is venomous, and her eyes begin to burn with the oncoming tears, now that you’ve hit her on a soft spot.

“Enough.” Her voice cracks. But you ignore her, you want her just as broken as you.

“Do tell me Mistress. Just between us girls, where did you intend to fuck him? In this very house, where it’s supposedly aligned with God? Or where you going to spread your legs out onto the meadows? After all, it wouldn’t be the first time. Right?” You’re practically screaming at this point. The rage and adrenaline that has been festering over the years, finally beginning to bleed out. “I never wanted your “man”. The same man that I didn’t want, Anami didn’t want- but didn’t want you!”

Her hand connects with your face before you even noticed she stood out her seat. The heat instantly lighting up your cheek, it’s practically blistering- filling your nerves with flicks of fire. You barely register the gasps that come from behind you, nor do you register your hand raising in response, moving swiftly through the air to return the scalding smack to your Mistress.

Her small screech echoes into the room, and her cheeks are blistered red at the smack, already beginning to form a red bruise in the shape of your palm.

Leveling with her one more time, you give her the nastiest glare that you can muster. You turn sharply, and exit the room, not sparing a glance at the girls and other Mistresses that had formed at the door due to the commotion, you refuse to deal with it.

But you can’t help but to wonder what would have happened if you had just closed the door. Maybe you would have really fought. Maybe she would have been able to feel an ounce of the pain that she allowed that man to give to you. You can still feel the rage that hasn’t been let out still in the back of your mind; yet it gathers into the palm of your hand as your body longs to go back and give every bystander their own taste of your anger.

But you hold yourself, they’ll get what’s coming to them. There’s no need for you to act as Karma. You briefly acknowledge that you may never be able to do Karma justice- that it’s just best to sit back and resign and watch as life takes its place.

You had spent the rest of the day in your room- only Anami stopping by to give you the last of her heartfelt goodbyes.

The last few hours with her flew by in minutes, and you were dreading the minute that your sister would call alerting you of her presence outside.

However, the time came. The irritating sound of the phone ringing letting you know that she was outside of your school weakened you, and it was the final reminder that you would be leaving this chapter of your life behind.

Grabbing your backpack from the ground, you grab Anami’s hand as you make your way through the long corridors. You take your time, not to keep your sister waiting- but to take one last look at a place that you will never return to. The light that filled this place when you first arrived had long disappeared. And you reckon that it will never return. The laughter and giggles that filled the institution had been sucked up- you guess bitterly that it was sucked up by him.

Passing a whispering group of girls, you murmur your departure, only to receive a few ‘goodbye’s’ in return. Making your way to the door, you were regarded by Mistress Eli, who only sent you a look of disdain. It didn’t take much pondering for you to understand why.

Releasing the hand of Anami, you turn back to her one last look. And as your eyes made contact one last time, the tears finally erupted. Grasping on to her shirt, you try to find as much comfort and solace that you can while you're attached to her.

Her warm hands envelop you in a tight hug, her tears dripping onto the top of your head as you rest against her chest. Her heartbeat speeds up, and for a moment you wish you could not only stop time, but also take her along with you. Bitterly, you remember that she is all you’ve known for the past four years.

You find yourself taking deep breaths of her perfume; a prominent peppermint. Typically, the smell of her would bring you nothing but comfort and joy; now it serves as a reminder of what you’ll be missing.

However, the sound of a throat being cleared snaps you away from her. Glancing at Mistress Eli, you’re greeted with a grimace and a raised eyebrow. One you assume to be annoyance.

Facing Anami one last time, you press a sweet kiss to her forehead, squeeze her hand, and depart as slowly as you can. Her cheery smile brings you sadness, but the small giggle that she releases soothes the ache that’s beuliding in your chest.

“Love you Y/N! I’ll call and text- promise!” She happily speaks, her eyes still glistening with tears.

“Love you more Pep! And remember, I’ll always answer.” You return back with a shaky smile.

Pushing forward, you step over the few steps that are in the foyer. Sliding past Mistress Eli without a second glance, you push open the door and are immediately greeted by the beaming smile of your Mio. Her small squeal is enough distraction from the loud slam of the door behind you.

Your feelings of sadness are immediately put on a momentary pause when she jogs towards you, smooshing you into the most loving hug you may have gotten in years. She’s rambling a mile a minute, but you can’t find it in yourself to listen- too caught up in the feel of her hug, the hug that feels like home. You tighten your arms around her when she begins to pull away to look at you- not wanting to let her go.

This is what love feels like; what happiness is- who happiness is.

Shuffling back to the car still enveloped in her arms, you only break apart for you both to enter the car, immediately reattaching yourselves once you're back in safely.

The car smells like her, feels like her, is her. The little knick knacks that are thrown about the car makes that obvious. It’s like a gulp of fresh cold water after being out in the sun all day. You honestly hadn’t realized how deprived you were when it came to being away from Mio until this very moment. You had missed your sister, and longed for your mother. There was simply no other way to put it.

Releasing yourself from her, you melt into the seats of her car, and allow the low tune of music to guide you into relaxation and your destination.

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Relaxing with your sister has been heaven. The car ride was silent, and so was the walk to the hotel. It was obvious that both of you were just enjoying each other's company and getting readjusted to each other's presence.

Getting out of the shower had been just the start for you and Mio. After you had been placed inside of the comfy robe, your sister had insisted on a selfie. One that you had quickly disapproved of. You just wanted to relax a bit- and hopefully without any phones around. Plus, you weren’t really up to any photos. Despite feeling refreshed, you had doubted that your face had displayed that.

But the pouty face that she had responded with had shut you up, and you gave a small huff in acceptance- only if she had agreed that she wouldn't post it anywhere. Something that she had brushed off quickly and reassured you that it was only going to be sent to Eijirou.

The name had caught you off guard, yet you relented. Technically he was family, and you were sure he wasn't going to send it anywhere.

Pressing against your sister, you both beamed into the camera. Mio quickly took a few pictures before taking her time by sending off a few texts. This allowed for you to relax, laying down in the comfy hotel bed beside her, you felt yourself completely relax into the mattress. Your mind was clear of all anxiety, and you couldn't wait to close your eyes to rest.

The sound of Mio’s phone clicking off had you peek an eye open. Settling in bed beside you, she draped her arm over your midriff, before shuffling as close as possible towards you. Her mumbling came right after, and you strained your ears to pick up on the low murmurs of your sister.

“Mhmm?”

“Just saying how much I love you.” Mio whispered into your shoulder.

You couldn't help the drowsy smile that made its way to your face, your arm wrapping around her body as well.. “I love you too Mio.”

The sound of calm silence took over, and you found yourself being lulled into a nice sleep by the rhythmic beating of both your sister's heart, and the sound of her soft breathing. Finally, on the brink of sleep, Mio’s soft voice cuts through the haze.

“We can finally be a functional family, you know. Eji’s going to love you, you know that? Just as much as I love you.” She inhaled deeply. “I know you’re dozing off, so you don’t have to respond. But I want you to know that there is no pressure with having Eji as a father figure. You have every right to view him as a brother. Just know that with whatever choice you decide, we will always love and support you, Darling.”

Her voice tapers off in the end, blending into the air conditioner in the background. And as the silence goes on, and her breathing evens out, and you begin to finally go to sleep, you decide that you won’t make that decision yet. No, you’ll wait until after you meet him- and as your eyes slowly drift over to the red number glaring into the clock, your mind registers that it won’t be long.

hello! it’s honey! thank you so much for reading <3 just so there’s no confusion the reader has little to no explicit details about her physical appearance. but the reader is adopted, and it is made known that she looks different. (for me, as a black woman i envision her to be black. but you, as the reader, are free to envision her "difference in appearance" however you like.)this can be read alongside 'Forever Yours' (Izuku x Reader)(which can be found on ao3!) . i’ll try to keep them as close together (paced) as possible. but there may be a few slip ups.

enjoy.

and please don't forget to reblog/like!. they make writing much easier :)

also, so there is no confusion- kirishima is around 28 (the reader's older sister is 28 as well), i envision the reader to be of age (obv)(18-21) the relationship is as follows, mio & reader are actually sisters, but due to their parents absence in their lives, mio stepped up to be the mother figure in readers life (and has been since reader was adopted). mio takes custody of the reader when she settles into her life and has been the reader's mother figure ever since. reader has been at boarding school. let’s go.

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