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arigatouiris · 4 years

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an unsuspecting matchmaker // kirishima eijiro

Author’s Note: Guess who loves Tamako love story? Me. I really love Mochizou and I personally think he’s the most adorable cutie ever but you know who else is equally adorable? KIRISHIMA EIJIROOOO. I just had to write this because it fits so perfectly! And honestly, angst to fluff is my favorite genre of fanfiction, don’t ya’ll agree?

Word count: 2841

Pairing: Kirisihma Eijiro x Dense! Reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, tooth-rotting fluff omg, mutual pining, dense reader

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Of all things that Kirishima Eijiro found frustrating, like leaving a tissue in his pockets, which he later finds after laundry day, spread out in tiny paper particles all over his pants, or the minute he got comfortable in bed and his bladder informs him that he really needs to pee, or something good happens in his life and his pinky toe decides to celebrate by violently hugging the corner of the table—you topped the list.

Now, why did someone so soft and courteous as Kirishima find you more frustrating than stubbing the pinky toe?

“Hey, um, (l/n)-chan,” Kirishima spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned to his friends, Mina, Sero, and even Bakugou, who sat at their respective seats, watching intently (although Bakugou pretended not to be too immersed in his best friend’s life, everyone knew he cared). “What are you doing today after school?”

You hummed. Tilting your head to the side, somehow turning Kirishima’s face almost as bright as his hair, you said, “Not sure. Do you have anything in mind, Kirishima-kun?”

Even you noticed the blushing. But, to you, it was just the summer.

“Come on, Kiri!” Mina whisper-yelled, unable to hold back.

“He won’t do it.” Sero said, sadly, turning away.

“It’s possible, I think she’ll finally get it?” Kaminari joined in, now focused primarily on his red-haired friend.

“Shut the fuck up.” We all know who said this.

Kirishima cleared his throat once. Come on, he grumbled internally, it’s manly to ask the girl you like out on a date! He turned to you, a soft smile on your face, patiently waiting for him to say whatever he had in mind. Your head tilt didn’t help his heart, he almost felt faint. You always could make Kirishima feel like the exact opposite of his quirk, and that was something.

“Would you... Would you...” Just say it! “Would you like to go out with me?”

Your eyes widened and so did Kirishima’s. You put your hands together, a very happy smile on your face and Kirishima’s (including Mina’s, Kaminari’s, Sero’s and Bakugou’s current wide-eyed semi-surprised expression) eyes widened as if something huge was about to happen, but the very next thing you said was,

“Can we invite Jirou-chan and Momo-chan too?”

Everybody’s expression fell, except yours. Kirishima paused for a second before taking a final look at how happy you looked, before Kaminari came to save his life.

“Hey, Kirishima! Us boys are having a training night, want to join?”

Kirishima spotted the look of pity that his blonde friend was giving him, but he wasn’t the sort to turn down a friend’s offer for help. He turned to you, who blinked widely at Kaminari’s suggestion and you nodded vigorously.

“That sounds fun! We can go out some other time, Kirishima-kun!”

What you didn’t understand was why he gave you such a heartbroken look afterward. You heard him mumble a soft ‘yeah’, before following Kaminari out of the classroom. You bit your lip before wondering if you said something mean or harsh, but that was not the case.

This was why Kirishima found you more frustrating than stubbing your pinky toe.

It wasn’t just that instance either. Kirishima had tried asking you out for exactly 19 times. It took him 19 times to realize that no amount of effort that he put can have any effect and during those 19 times, Kirishima painstakingly and undoubtedly fell more and more for you.

You were everything that inspired him to be better. You were hard-working, there were moments you were shy and insecure—every aspect you disliked about yourself, Kirishima loved; you were soft, and you were also someone people couldn’t mess with. You were technically a badass but were also cute most times. And the worst thing about you was the second you entered Kirishima’s mind, you would never leave.

It took over 5 attempts of asking you out for Mina Ashido to find out something was going on. She initially teased Kirishima and tried to help out (setting up the next 4 attempts) before eventually giving in and claiming that you were perhaps the densest person she knew. Even denser than Todoroki, who Kirishima suspected, also knew about his feelings for her.

It was terrible and it gave him such heartache, he found it hard to concentrate in class. All he could think of was you—of how you’d smile at him, of how your eyebrows would scrunch up when you were angry, of how you’d offer to share lunch with people, of how you never judged anyone, of how you picked him up when he felt low, all things you and devastatingly you. He even once said ‘I like you’ to you but the way you responded shot his heart to the pits.

I like you too, Kirishima-kun! You’re a great friend!

Some part of his mind, on his bad days, told him you were doing this on purpose. You were doing this entire dense act to let him know you weren’t interested in the same way, and that you were too kind to shoot him down directly.

It was after the 19th attempt did Kirishima Eijiro start coming to class like a zombie. He barely responded to people with the usual excitement he normally had, he would nod and reply in one-word answers, and he would go back to his dorm after class, not uttering a single word. He would often look at your back and at you when you weren’t looking, but just as your eyes would meet his, he’d turn away with a sigh—confusing the heck out of you, and that was that.

Days passed like this and Mina and Sero felt terrible for their friend. Kaminari couldn’t utter a word (despite initially planning on letting you know very vividly that Kirishima liked you in a sexual way, but he knew he couldn’t do that to his friend). Bakugou looked like he didn’t care, but with the current predicament in class, Kirishima believed no one did. He burned with desire and had to keep quiet about it, and there was no bigger punishment than that.

Perhaps, the tipping point arrived when you approached him that evening. He was training with Bakugou, the only time he couldn’t keep you in his mind—and suddenly, there you were.

Bakugou paused even before Kirishima noticed you were there. Sweaty and covered in grime, Kirishima scoffed.

“Tired already, Bakubro—”

“Kirishima-kun?”

His head spun very quickly to you, almost giving him a headache. Bakugou wanted to vomit, but he stood there for a second before quietly walking away, giving his friend space. You approached him, with a worried look on your face, a worried look that shot Kirishima’s heart to the skies. Oh, how badly he wanted to be a minute to you; but you were already his eternity.

“(l/n)-chan? W-What are you doing here?” He was genuinely confused.

“I was just... I was worried about you, that’s all,” You put her hands in front of you defensively, “You... You didn’t seem yourself these past few days and I... I thought that... Maybe something was wrong?”

Kirishima’s heart was fragile and right then he wondered if it was made of glass.

“Nothing’s wrong, really, was just tired these days that’s all," he said calmly, although he felt something else.

Kirishima felt dejected. Like he’d lost something he never quite had.

You instantly felt relief, trusting Kirishima to his words. And the instant he noticed the relief on your face, he clicked his tongue. Seriously, no one could be that brief. Even if it was a rejection, he deserved to hear it from you! A simple sentence would suffice, but this... This was just brutal.

“I’m so glad—”

“Stop it, (l/n).” He dropped the -chan.

Your eyes blinked at his form. His face was lowered, you couldn’t really see his expression clearly. You let out a weak ‘heh’, but in an instant, Kirishima’s hand grasped your wrist, holding you firmly to the spot. Your eyes went to where he held you, before slowly looking up at him.

“Kirishima... -kun?”

He looked up at you now with a serious expression.

“(l/n). I like you.”

You were confused. He had said this to you before. You loved how he tried so hard to be good friends with you, and that made you want to make more of an effort with him. Kirishima had a heart of gold, and you adored it with all your being. Why was he suddenly...?

Your eyes widened.

“You...” You weren’t sure if you had even begun to think of his feelings for you like that.

“I like you. Not in a friendly way. More than that. Much, much more than that.” He looked almost desperate now, but the second he let go of you, you stumbled backward.

Your face was now rivaling his hair in color and your head felt dizzy. You felt like you were spinning and suddenly, you were on the ground.

“Oi—”

You got back up in an instant, nodded vigorously before Kirishima noticed your expression. Your face was glowing red, something he had done, and you turned your back on him and ran. He clicked his tongue a second later after the shock settled. His heart no longer felt as if it belonged to him. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from his chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

You woke up and walked to the dorm’s common area early that morning. Or, at least you thought it was early since no one was up yet. It was a Saturday, and you were glad there was no class. You could barely sleep, and you figured that lounging on your bed was worse than lounging on the couch and maybe you could ask someone for help regarding Kirishima.

You won’t lie—you have always had a soft spot for him. Ever since learning of his insecurities, ever since he smiled at you for the very first time, you were intrigued and that made you want to be a whole lot kinder to him. You were kind to everyone in hopes that no one would notice, someone as warm and happy as Kirishima wasn’t for you. So, even before your heart had begun to try, you had given up. You were sure no one had noticed this. You were sure that you were the only one who knew what you felt.

But, you were wrong.

As soon as you sat on the couch, and let out a sigh, you heard,

“You look like a fucking zombie.”

You yelped on the spot before turning to find Bakugou to your far left. He was sitting on the couch as well, leaning over it as if he had slept there. It was strange, you had never really seen Bakugou use the couch before. But, it was the common area, anyone could sit on the couch as long as they weren’t vandalizing it.

“Good morning, Bakugou-kun—”

“Don’t act so preppy when the day isn’t so great.”

You paused. You looked at Bakugou with a confused expression. Blushing a bit, you looked for signs of Kirishima (who would always accompany Bakugou in the common area, but was nowhere to be found). However, before you could even ask,

“Kirishima isn’t here,”

Your eyes widened and a soft gasp escaped your lips. You turn to Bakugou, to ask why, to ask if everything was okay, to ask about—

“He won’t be either.”

“Heh?” You felt your heart drop at his words.

What did he mean?

“He’s going back home. He’s on his way now,”

You didn’t know what to take from Bakugou’s words. Your eyes were wide as Bakugou turned to you, before stating expressionlessly,

“You can still reach him if you left now.”

You stood up way too fast. You bowed to Bakugou, who didn’t move a muscle.

“Thank you, Bakugou-kun! The others are wrong, you do have a heart!”

Bakugou felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment before yelling,

“Get the fuck out of here, dumbass!”

With that, you ran off. You felt your feet take you faster than it ever had before and despite your pounding heart, you knew you had to let Kirishima know the truth. All those times, every single time he had approached you, you had uncharacteristically shot him down like an idiot. Tears filled your eyes as you thought about the pain you had put him through. On how you had made him feel.

You spotted Kirishima’s form near the gate, he seemed to be heading somewhere.

Your pace slowed. You took a deep breath before screaming his name.

“Kirishima-kun!”

He paused but didn’t turn around right away. You screamed before he could.

“Eijiro-kun!”

Kirishima could identify the voice anywhere. Turning around, he spotted you, not too far away from him, before blinking rapidly at what you were doing there. (l/n)-chan? He thought, narrowing his eyes with confusion. He walked over to you, before noticing you gulp.

“W-Wait there!” You yelled, forcing Kirishima to halt in his position.

“(l/n)-chan? What are you... What are you doing here?”

“Don’t go back home!” You yelled, your eyes shut tightly.

“Eh?”

“Don’t go back! Don’t leave U.A!”

“I’m just heading to the—”

“Don’t leave me!”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. He stilled, unsure of how to respond. What did you mean by—

“Eijiro-kun,” you slowly opened your eyes, “I like you!”

The way you looked at him right then, Kirishima knew. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He was merely heading to the store to buy some ramen since he was out, but he certainly didn’t expect this. He gulped before taking a slow step toward you, wondering if you were going to run like last time. Were you serious?

“(l/n)-chan, I—”

“Eijiro-kun, I like you! I like you, I like you, I’ve always, always liked you and I—”

In an instant, you were pressed against Kirishima’s rock hard chest, and you could hear it. His heart was beating rapidly against his ribcages, and you could feel how tense he was. He was almost unsure of the way he held you and before he could even doubt his reaction, your arms went flying around his torso. You grabbed on to him as if you were holding on for dear life, and he could feel himself melting.

He pulled away from you slowly, before looking into your eyes. You looked so shy, he couldn’t bear it.

“I like you too, (y/n).” He dropped the suffixes all of a sudden and your eyes widened.

You liked it. “I... I like you more!” You fought back, fighting back tears.

“This is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted one of these ‘I like you more’ debates. I’ll start,” You looked up at him as he was saying it, blinking your tears away, “I like you more. You go.” He said finally.

Kirishima chuckled before leaning down, breath fanning your nose. He noticed from the corner of his eye how red your cheeks got. Suddenly, he pictured you running away from him after his 19th confession. Suddenly, that image was hilarious and adorable at the same time. It was strange, how life worked.

“I’ve taken debate classes,” You whispered now, your eyes slowly closing. “There’s no way I’d lose.”

And when he kissed you, he was thinking of one final thing. Kirishima Eijiro confessed to you a total of 19 times. You confessed once. Clearly, someone had an upper hand.

Bakugou was woken up from the couch when Todoroki entered the common room. It seemed like everyone else was still lounging in their own dorm rooms. He cussed before shutting his eyes, ignoring Todoroki’s presence. However, Shoto had noticed something Bakugou had hoped no one had.

“I came down to make myself some breakfast a while ago,” Todoroki’s voice was calm. “And I thought no one would be here. But I was wrong.”

“Get the fuck out of this room, half and half bastard.”

Todoroki looked at Bakugou, attempting to shut his eye and get some shut-eye. It seemed so out of character for Bakugou to be in the common room without Kirishima. Todoroki smiled softly.

“What happened with (l/n)?” Shoto asked.

Bakugou didn’t answer right away. He knew what Todoroki was asking about.

“A while ago, she was running out very fast.”

Bakugou sat up before sending a death glare toward Todoroki, which he ignored gracefully.

“Just... a lie.” Bakugou said, feeling his eyebrow twitch with annoyance.

“Hm?”

“Told her that the ugly hair douche was leaving. She ran after him like a fucking idiot. He was only going to the store to get some ramen.”

“A really evil lie, Bakugou,” Todoroki said, amused.

Bakugou scoffed, now getting up to head back to his dorm.

“But, it’s nice. Considering they’re holding each other in the middle of the school grounds.” Todoroki said, plainly.

He heard Bakugou ‘tch’ once before leaving. Todoroki made sure to turn to the fiery blond before saying,

“So, you really do care about your friends.”

Well, there was no hiding it.

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feschenanigans · 5 years

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if you feel okay writing for him, could i get seliph overhearing the summoner practice trying to confess to him? maybe they get their confession just right and get teary?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Omg, yes because that sounds so adorable! I love thinking about these kindsa scenarios because they get me each time AAAA ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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Come on, get it together! How hard could this really be?

The summoner rubbed their temples as they paced on the jeweled, regal rug that lined the stone floor of their bedroom. Their eyes were shut tightly in a way that looked painful and their head was slightly tilted downwards, not necessarily searching for anything in particular. The floor wasn’t that interesting.

You’ve led battles against ferocious dragons and evil kings, and yet you can’t even squeak out a single word to him? How pathetic is that?

Their inner monologue continued and the bridge of their nose became dusted with a light red from frustration, and something else that was harder for them to admit to. The truth was, a particular hero had been clouding the mind of the Askarian tactician for quite some time now. On the battlefield, it’s been hard for them to pry their eyes from his form. They’ve winced at every blow he’s taken and smiled with every vanquished foe as if they’re cheering with him. The summoner can’t help but pay close attention to this hero, but they can’t point out what exactly intrigues them so much either. Seliph, as he’s called, has always been quite the mystery. Maybe that’s what causes such an intense interest in him.

No matter the thought, that’s not important right now. It’s not like the two haven’t ever exchanged conversation before. In fact, when he was first summoned to The Order, the summoner made sure that he was comfortable and introduced him to most of the other heroes that were friendly enough to say hello. That same afternoon, they had spent an extra two hours during lunch chatting away and joking with the other heroes that hung around. Even after that, Seliph made a game out of catching the summoner in the hallways just to greet them and ask them how their day was going. Occasionally, he’d invite them to the plaza or any other festivals that had everyone bustling. It wasn’t until recently that the summoner found themselves struggling to even form coherent responses when he asked. At that moment, he had touched their shoulder and asked them if they were feeling alright, and that’s when things got even worse.

The summoner winced at the embarrassing memory and suddenly felt even less inclined to confess their feelings, and well, apologize for their strange behavior. Curling within a fluffy blanket in some secluded corner sounded even better right now. What’s even the point if–

The summoner turns on their heels when noisy rustling by their wooden door catches their attention.

“Hello, come in!” They shouted, their voice cracking slightly because of the strain they had put on it earlier. They began to straighten their robes out and fix their hair so they didn’t look like the mess they truly were. They called out again, “come in!”

When there was no response or shuffling, the summoner waited for a knock. When that didn’t come either, they shrugged and went back to their brooding. With sudden urgency, they marched up to their desk where loose-leaf papers with countless words and scribbles matted the wooden surface. They sifted through the messy papers until they pulled a page from the bottom of the stacks. This one had neat cursive written on it with a front and a back. Two hearts were drawn carefully after the summoner’s signature at the bottom. They scanned the paper, holding their breath and mouthing the words with incredible focus. Put the paper down after a sigh and looked into the dusty mirror by their wardrobe.

“Dear my beloved Seliph,” they began with an airy tone as they walked towards the mirror, staring themselves in the eyes as if they were looking for their own weakness, “I know this must feel odd coming from your tactician, but I don’t have the bravery to tell you in person. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, probably an unhealthy amount, and I think I’ve developed a set of strong feelings for you. Romantic feelings,”

There’s a pause, a breath, after the phrase. His smooth, calm voice echoes within their head; accompanied by his soft gaze and warm touch. The summoner thinks for a second, glances at their desk where the paper lies and continues,

“I know this sounds sudden, but I’ve come to realize just how much I enjoy time spent with you. You make me feel comfortable and safe–like we could talk about anything anywhere, and you wouldn’t exactly mind my bad habits or the fact that I ramble for hours sometimes,” the summoner giggles a bit to themselves, “of course, I don’t expect you to return these feelings, and I’d still respect you if you didn’t. These feelings are just something I’ve needed to get off my chest for a long time, so I appreciate you even reading this letter. I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, or duties to each other, in any way shape or form. Thank you for being so kind to me every day–your efforts never fail to make me smile.”

The summoner finishes their confession with a huge smile that tugs at the edges of their mouth. Their hands are twitchy and the nails that were once long a few weeks ago have been stubbed due to nervous biting and picking, but they did it. There’s a boost in self-esteem as they almost feel proud of the letter they wrote. With one final look in the mirror, they hadn’t even noticed that there were tears streaming down their cheeks from their reddened eyes. Quickly, they brought the sleeves of their robes up to rub them away, and through their tears, they saw the wooden door cracked open just slightly. They could’ve sworn that was closed earlier. They walked over to it and creaked it open, the old copper hinges groaning in response.

“I hope you’re not allergic to pollen,” said a voice above the summoner’s head once they peered outside their door.

They froze at the unmistaken familiarity of the voice and slowly looked up to glance at the warm smile of Seliph. He was holding a bundle of fragrant flowers in his right hand while his left was held behind his back. As he looked down at them, he had a knowing gaze that told the summoner he had heard everything. Everything. The summoner stood, lost for words. What do you say to someone who’s been a nagging thought within your mind, and now knows it? This was the end. The summoner could disappear with a snap of their fingers if they had the right tome. It’s only a few feet away, in the drawer of their end table. A few swift movements could make it happen.

Noticing the summoner’s stiffness, Seliph gently handed them the bundle of flowers and removed his left hand from behind his back and took their free hand in his. He kneeled and placed a kiss on the back of it before looking back up to the summoner with deep blue eyes that shone with… Relief? Passion? Joy? Probably a mix of all three. His thumb messaged their hand.

“If you’ll allow me to, I’d love to take you somewhere special tonight,” a smile returned to his face, “so I can tell you all the things you deserve to hear, including the fact that I’ve been in love with you as well.”

The summoner’s face flushed with color and their belly churned with excitement and angst. They nodded eagerly. Scratch the escape plan–it’s no longer needed. Seliph saw their eyes light up like fireflies under the absence of moonlight and chuckled. Oh, that chuckle.

“Then let’s go together, shall we?” He nodded and rose to his feet, still holding their hand delicately in his. He began to lead them out of the summoner’s room, closing the door behind them. The summoner drifted closer to his side as they walked but had a hard time shaking the shocked silence that fell over them. It would take some getting used to, but Seliph was patient. He was even patient when the summoner fell asleep against his chest that same night after their sunset picnic. The dancing of the fireflies was just too hypnotizing along with the soothing rhythm of his voice as he ran his fingers through their hair.

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(This man could literally kill me with his voice it’s so GOOD)

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