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itadore-you · 2 years

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‘’she says she can sing, but i wanna hear her scream’’

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summary: aged up!eijiro kirishima x fem!reader, no quirks/uni au. happy halloween, and happy birthday to my favourite redhead!

t/w’s: mdni!!! implied smut, alcohol/drinking, general party atmosphere. not necessarily explicit but still ( -_-)

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Kirishima Eijiro would never have guessed when he woke up this morning, that he’d be here. It’s gone past 11 P.M, as he leans against Mina’s kitchen counter in his knight costume with a half-full, red plastic cup. Really, it’s just the same red cape from last year’s when he matched Bakugo’s wolf costume as a spin off of Red Riding Hood, but no one was going to know if he didn’t say, of course. It’s a Halloween/ birthday party, hosted by his closest friends but an event he was only aware of several hours ago (thanks to Denki and Sero having remembered planning their parts of the event aside from inviting the main guest of honor). To be fair to them, it was supposed to be a surprise party, but the reason why Bakugo had spent half an hour yelling at them on loudspeaker was for not even confirming with Kirishima that he would be able to come to his own party.

After all, these first few weeks settling in at uni have been a whirlwind for everyone - Kirishima himself was swamped with work on his own birthday. Just from observing him rampantly typing up last minute assignments and constantly massaging his temples, his friends knew he was in stressed mode and also wouldn’t be in the best party mood so they had decided to change the date. Despite the halloween theme, it couldn’t take place on Halloween either as every single member of the friend group had some event or the other which kept them booked and busy. So here they were, in a fusion of the two dates, all available to finally have a good time together.

“Ahh, can’t even remember the last time we all let loose like this,” Kaminari sighs, slinging an arm around Kirishima’s shoulder. “Happy, uh, late birthday, man!”

“Fresher’s was only a month ago, Denks,” Sero chimes in. “You drunk so much to forget already?”

“Hey, time passes fast, Hanta!”

“Makes sense why you fuckwits could barely remember what day it even is.”

“Bakugo! I swear, we will never forget to tell Kiri stuff again! It was one time, gimme a break!”

Kirishima lets out a laugh, reassuring the two that they were forgiven, with Bakugo simultaneously making a face at them to suggest that they were most definitely not forgiven. The pair cower from the sight of his (fake) sharp canines gnashing at them, his scary werewolf guise seeming a bit too fitting for him. They could already see the moon outside of the window, and wouldn’t doubt if it wasn’t a coincidence.

“Glad that you did make it though, Kiri,” Denki sighs with relief. “It was so difficult getting everyone together.”

“It was one simple job, Dunce face!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, again,” and Kaminari leans to Sero’s ear, his words of ‘hoes mad’ concealed from Bakugo’s glare with a raised hand.

“Guys! I’ve gone around and I think practically everyone is here!” Mina emerges from the doorway, announcing to the group whilst clad in a witchy entchantress costume. “Total success!”

Affirming her words with cheers, they all raise their drinks in her honour as she grabs one from the table to also partake in the acclamation.

“There are just two more coming - I think it’s Jirou and y/n, then that’s it!”

Y/n. Kirishima almost chokes on his drink; it’s the cute girl from Fresher’s week. Realistically, he already knew of you from before then, as you knew Mina from a separate circle of friends that Kirishima didn’t often interact with. He had only met you in person a couple of times albeit not for long enough to properly get to know you until that fateful week about a month ago. Having been sat next to each other during the induction lecture, you seemed to take interest in one another quite quickly, making eye contact across the room when you did similar activities. The business of uni life meant that you hadn’t properly been able to meet up for a while though, and Kirishima had never worked up the courage to ask Mina for your number.

“Aww, look at Kirishima getting all excited about his lil’ crush,” Kaminari teased, then being elbowed sharply by Mina - “Ouch!”

“Oh my god, I literally told you to not tease him about it. Don’t make it awkward for him!”

Kirishima already found himself blushing crimson as they bickered, hoping that Mina hadn’t let you know too, after having caught onto his feelings without his knowledge. She was always secretly perceptive like that, when one least expected it.

“Kiri, don’t worry, I only told these guys so they’d know to let you get some time with her tonight. Don’t let Sero somehow bag her before you do.”

With that, Mina turns her attention to Tsuyu, who tapped her on the shoulder, asking which of the three bowls of punch tasted best. She confidently points to the one in the middle, explaining to her that she was the one who had made it, so next to Denki’s and Sero’s concoctions, it was certainly the best choice to make.

“Let’s move from here for now, guys, Denki’s fuckin’ gatekeeping everyone from all the drinks,” Bakugo urges, ushering them into the living room. He seems to be making some sort of secret indication that Kirishima can’t work out, with the movement of his eyes around the room. Sero also seems to have caught on, making a nod as he steers off with the other blond to suddenly start talking with Midoriya and Todoroki from across the room: “Nice costumes, guys! Denki and I just decided on matching Squid Game costumes this year, even though it’s a bit of an old trend.”

“Bakubro? You goin’ somewhere too, or...?” Kirishima calls out to his best friend, who tells him ‘he’ll be back in a bit.’ It’s very puzzling for Kirishima, the sudden dissipation of his group until he hears-

“Kiri? That’s you, right?”

What. The fuck. You’re here. Cute girl. Right next to him. Right next to him, just like that very first lecture. His thoughts can barely spell out a reply to you in his flustered state, so he settles for a quick nod.

“Phew! It’s a bit hard to see, since it’s so dim in here, but I could recognise your red hair anywhere!” A laugh sounds from you, pure and full of delight, as you seat yourself onto the couch, beside him. He should calm down, really, it’s a bit embarrassing how startled he got when he’s seen you before. But he couldn’t help it, you look so striking in the hazy LEDs adorning the room.

With your semi-realistic fluffy wings strapped to your back, you look angelic swathed in cascades of light mesh but also beautifully oceanid, with patterned scales running up your cheekbones, neck, and forearms.

‘I like what you’re wearing, y/n.’

‘I can tell from the way you keep looking at me, Kiri,’ you coo at him, coquettish in your gaze as you look up at him through your eyelashes. ‘Is it okay that I call you that?’, and he’s already saying yes by the time you finish your sentence. He really likes, no, loves how you say his name, you’ve made it yours with the playful lilt in your voice and the purposeful sounding out of each syllable that rolls off your tongue. It makes him tense his thigh muscles, and bite the inside of his cheek. If that’s what only a nickname does to him, he could hardly imagine what would happen to him whenever you would decide to call him by his first name.

‘Do you know what I’ve dressed up as, though?’

‘Why you askin’? Want me to guess, huh?’

‘Maybe you’ll be the lucky one to get it right. No one has gotten it yet.’

‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t think I will. Just know you look real pretty in it,’ he confesses. A key part of Eijiro Kirishima’s charm has always been his gift for flattery.

‘I’m a siren tonight.’

‘Oh!,’ - his eyebrows perking up - ‘I thought they were more like mermaids, but I like your spin on it!’

‘Thank you. You know, you’re not necessarily wrong, Kiri. In the original Greek tale, they were given the wings to help the goddess Demeter look for her abducted daughter, but after failing their mission, cursed by the very same Demeter,’ you explain as he nods in interest. ‘It’s from the Roman period that they were shown to have mermaid tails.’

‘Ahhh I get it now,’ he remarks, snapping his fingers in realization. ‘I’m not gonna lie, I thought you were an angel when I first saw you walking in.’

‘Mhm. I’ve heard that one a lot, along with ‘shiny eczema’.’

He laughs at that, adding: ‘Bet you’ve also got the whole ‘did you fall from heaven’ thing too.’

Both chuckling, you lean closer toward each other, now fully engaged in conversation as a rhythmic R’n’B continues to sound from the speaker nestled behind the sofa, the volume gradually increased by Kaminari as he walks past with his Bluetooth-connected phone in hand. All night his friends have been walking up and down, checking up on the two of you from time to time and discreetly grinning to one another that all has been going to plan.

‘You havin’ a good time, Kiri?’ Kaminari shouts over the music, and the redhead yells back, ‘Yeh man! Great music, keep it going!’.

Kaminari throws him a quick thumbs up as he bustles to the next room, yelling out ‘Who wants more shotsssss?’, followed by a chorus of ‘Fuck yes!’ from a small crowd that follows him, yielding empty cups in his wake.

‘You think Jirou somehow possessed Denki’s taste in music?’

‘Most definitely - maybe she’s even dressed up as him tonight.’

Kirishima chuckles. ‘Wouldn’t have noticed. I’ve been only looking at you this whole time, can’t lie.’

‘You’re lucky I’m not my costume from last year.’

‘And why’s that?’

‘Well, I’ve been looking at you a lot this entire time too. And last year, I was Medusa.’

Laughing again with each other, it’s like the chemistry between you has heightened to a point that neither of you can ignore anymore.

‘The music is loud in here.’

Nodding your head to agree, you take hold of Eijiro’s hand, pulling him from the couch.

‘Wha-?’

‘Were you hinting we get out of here or what? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you… even more.’

A fiendish grin lights up your face, full of mischief as the soft purple from the lights above highlight a sense of desire from within. Eijiro Kirishima is a natural flirt who unbelievably doesn't know when he is doing it; but he sure can tell where you’re going with this act, and it’s not something innocent. But he’s all for it, already imagining how nice your thighs would feel wrapped around his waist.

‘Take me wherever you want, then. Without all the loud music, I wanna hear how good I can make my siren sing.’

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lolaxbunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: y’all this is my first time writting something on Tumblr so please don’t come at meh if it’s bad 🥹 .

Pairing: Prohero! Kirishima x pregnant! black reader x Prohero! Bakugou

Genre: fluff

Summary: you are at home alone while it’s storming outside while Baku and Kiri are on patrol.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of blood

You sighed as you looked out of the huge window to you and boyfriends’ shared penthouse. Watching as the cars drove by and the bright lights of Tokyo. Rain hitting the window and the sound of thunder. You bit you lip as you watched lighting flash in the sky. ‘I hope the boys are alright…’ you thought. It didn’t seem like a good time for the both of them to be on patrol. Looking at the clock you frowned. ‘9.40 PM.’ Is what the clocked read. They’d usually be home at that time but they said they’d have to stay in for a couple of more hours due to the storm. Realizing that It’d probably be really late until they get back you walked back to your shared bedroom and went towards the closet to get some clothes so you could shower. Picking out a shirt that both Bakugou and Kiri share and some under clothes, you walked into the bathroom to start your shower and almost slipped as a loud crackle of thunder made its way to your ears. When you were stable again you put a hand on your stomach. ‘You’re okay…’

Bakugou hissed in pain as he held his side. He walked away from the police officer he was just talking to to go find Kirishima. He was just fighting a villain almost as strong as him. They had some type of quirk where they could turn their body parts into weapons. After turning his arm into a chainsaw he had ended up hitting Bakugou in his side. When he noticed his boyfriend running towards him he quickly got rid of his pained look and let his boyfriend reach him. “You okay, Katsu?” Kirishima asked worriedly and Bakugou scowled. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be? You tryna call me weak shark bait?” Kiri laughed. “Of course not babe! I was just askin’. ” Bakugou smiled but it soon went away as a loud crack of thunder and lightning flashed in the clouded sky above them. Kirishim’s vermillion eyes made contact with Katsuki’s. “Kat, you should probably go home and see if Y/N is okay. She’s probably worried about us.” Kirishima frowned thinking about how worried his girlfriend probably is. Now that Katsuki thinks about it he should probably go home. He needs to take care of his injury before he bleeds out. He just has to get mentally ready for the scolding he’s about to get from his girlfriend. “Okay, Ei. But I’m coming back if something goes wrong.” He reminded his boyfriend who smiled at him before giving him a sweet but short kiss on the lips. Bakugou used his quirk to fly himself home as quickly as possible. He started feeling his eyes flop close but did his best to keep them open.

Landing in front of his apartment building he slowly walked in the building straight towards the elevator. He clicked the 7th floor button and slumped against the wall. Hearing the elevator ding he quickly opened his eyes that he didn’t even know he closed and walked into his home. “Baby? You awake?” Katsuki weakly called out to his girlfriend as he walked into the house and closed the door behind him. When she heard the door close she turned the stove off and walked out of the kitchen only to see her boyfriend standing in the hallway towards the front door. He smiled as he spotted her and she made her way towards him and pulled her into an gentle hug. She kissed his lips carefully. “Missed you, Kat.” She mumbled. He smiled weakly. “I…I missed you too, baby bear…” His voice training off as he got heavier in her hold. “Katsuki? Katsuki what wrong?!” She panicked as she walked him over to the couch. “It hurts, baby.” He whimpered slightly. If there was one thing about Katsuki Bakugou, you would know that he doesn’t like being considered weak. Even if he’s injured he’d still keep it pushing. But if it’s just him and his pretty girl he isn’t scared to be weak or show his bottled up emotions. He’d sometimes be like that in front of Kiri if he wants to. But only when he isn’t being annoying. “What hurts, Kat? You gotta show me so I can help you.” She said while gently caressing his face.

He leaned in to her touch and lifted up his shirt to show her the cut across his waist. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Of course she could use her quirk to heal him but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to do that. Her emotions are to fucked up and she might end up hurting him instead of helping and she of course doesn’t want to put him through more pain than he already is. She came back with the first aid kit and grabbed a cotton swab and added a little alcohol to clean around the wound. “Why didn’t you tell Kiri you were hurt?” She asked him. He frowned. “Cause I didn’t want him to worry. Y’know how Kiri gets when one of us is hurt.” He replied back then grabbed her hand to stop her from stitching the wound. “You can’t tell Kiri about this. Alright?” She sighed and started to carry on with her stitching. “Well baby I can’t just not tell him. He’s either gonna find out on his own or through one of us.” Katsuki sighed. He knew she was right. Eijirou isn’t stupid he’d find out in a heart beat if something was wrong with one of them. He just didn’t want Kiri to worry to much. When Y/N was done with the stitching she placed a bandaid big enough to fit over the scar. She told Katsuki to go get in the shower but to be careful or the wound would open again.

She sighed as she put the first aid kit up. ‘I just hope Kiri isn’t injured either.’ She thought to herself then moved out Katsuki’s way so he could get in the bathroom. She walked back into the kitchen to resume making dinner humming to herself as it started to rain a little harder. She smiled to herself as she gently rubbed her stomach. ‘I wonder if I should tell them?’ She’s had her doubts of course. She’d always wonder if the boys wanted kids. She knows that Katsuki and Kiri were in love first, started dating in their last year of high school then met her in college and decided that they wanted her in their relationship. They were all basically friends to lovers. And she knows they had their fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends but not once did she hear them mention about starting a family. I mean of course they would joke about it sometimes but now that she is pregnant, she doesn’t know how to tell them. She knows they would never leave her it’s just…would they want to be dads? She felt arms wrap around her torso into a warm embrace. “Watcha thinking about?” Katsuki asked while laying his head on her shoulder. She smiled. “Nothing much, Katsu.” He kissed her neck gently. “Kiri said he’d be home in a few.” She nodded. “Dinner should be ready by then.” When he didn’t say anything back she thought he had left the room until she felt a sharp sting on her ass. “Katsuki!” She yelled as her face heated up. He laughed as she tried to hit him with the spoon she was cooking with.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry baby! I’m sorr- OW! I said I was sorry.” He pouted as he rubbed the arm that she punched. “Go sit down and wait til the food get ready.” She said as she turned around to finish the cooking. He obeyed her and went to go sit down until the front door opened. “I’m home my loves!” Kiri shouted from the hallway. When he spotted Katsuki he walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Where’s, Y/N?” He asked. “She’s in the kitchen.” Katsuki said while taking a pack of gushers from the box on the counter. Kirishima eyed him and walked into the kitchen where his girl was. “Hey baby.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck and cheek. When she turned to face him he kissed her lips. “Katsuki’s eating your gushers.” He mumbled into the kiss. “Kirishima you fucking snitch!” Kat yelled from the living room making both of his lovers laugh. She turned back around to take the food off the stove. “Ei, go take a bath. You smell like rain water and outside. Not to mention your clothes are covered in mud.” She said noticing the mud spots on his hero suit. “Okay.” He said and quickly kissed her lips. “Oh and hurry up I’ve got something to tell you and Katsuki after dinner.” She smiled at him and he nodded.

After Kiri was done showering and they had all gotten comfortable after eating dinner they were all chilling on the couch watching a movie. Katsuki was sitting up on the couch with his legs open and Y/N was in between them with her back to his chest and Kiri was laying his head on Y/N’s stomach. She ran her hand carefully through his red hair that was now down. “Didn’t you say you had somethin’ to tell us baby?” Kirishima asked while looking up at his girlfriend. She smiled. “Would you be upset if I told you?” She asked carefully. Both Kiri and Kay’s eyes made contact with each other then they looked back at their girlfriend. “Why would we be?” “You’re not gonna break up with us are you?” Kirishima asked while softly gripping her sides. Y/N smiled and caressed his face. “No baby.” Kiri and Kat both let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just I didn’t know how or when to tell you but…I’m pregnant.” She said hesitantly and when she didn’t get an answer or hear anything from them she looked up from fiddling with Kiri’s fingers to make eye contact with two sets of vermillion eyes. “Are you for real?” Kiri asked softly, not a single identifiable emotion on his or Katsu’s face. She nodded gently. “I’ve known for three weeks now. I just didn’t know how or when to tell you…” She said. Then she felt kisses being pressed everywhere they could reach. Both boys mumbling out thank yous between kisses. She giggled. “Why are you thanking me?” Kiri smiled. “Because you’ve given us the opportunity to be dads.” Katsuki stopped kissing her cheek. “So thank you baby for the best gift in the world.” He mumbled. “We couldn’t ask for anything more.” Kiri kissed her jaw.

“I love you both.”

“We love you.”

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shay-krbk · 1 year

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It wasn't long before you bid your last client goodnight. It had been a long day though you wouldn't trade this job for anything. After traveling over the years, for business and pleasure, you have gained all the skills you have today to be one the best Veterinarians around. It had been your dream job since you were little and now it has become reality.

So yeah, the stiff muscles and aching feet are all worth it at the end of the day. All that was left was a little bit of cleaning and filing your paperwork and you could /finally/ head home.

Though it was Friday and you happened to have this weekend off, you just might have to stop at that new bar your co-worker, Denki, told you about. He's always raving about how good the music is there and the drinks, though pricey, have you relaxing in no time.

You weren't much of a social drinker, only once in a blue moon would you have a glass of wine or two after a long day like today. It wouldn't hurt and you haven't really been out much since moving here almost 8 months ago, too focused on work and making a name for yourself. You wanted to finally settle down for good, so going out was never at the top of your to-do list.

You rushed about finishing up your duties before deciding that yes, you would go out after a quick trip to the house to shower and change. You were sure other patrons wouldn't want to be around you if you smelled like, well /animals/.

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An hour and a half later, you were standing outside Riots Bar with your phone in your hand waiting for the blonde to get back with you on meeting up for a few drinks. Not that you couldn't go in alone, but you were comfortable around Denki, and he would make it a little less awkward.

Unfortunately as your phone chimed, you realized you would have no choice but to go in alone. Denki was hanging out with his boyfriend at his job until he got off.

It was fine, no big deal. You could do this.

Going home for the night would have been the better option you soon realized ….

You hadn't made it far into the bar, opting for the closet seat you found and making it your permanent residence for the time being. Denki wasn't wrong, the music that filled the air was a welcomed comfort. Nothing too loud but loud enough to keep you from getting lost in mindless thoughts.

"What can I getcha, beautiful?" You startled not only at the deep voice sounding beside you, but the feather light touch of the person's finger tucking a loose lock of curls behind your ear.

You had been watching people mingle about the dance floor, completely forgetting to order a drink. As your body turned, you instantly felt your heart flip in your chest, eyes blowing wide as they settled on the man before you.

And what a man he was. Draped over the bar, you could tell he would tower over you. You were only 5'3 not like you were taller than most people anyhow, but this guy was a literal giant.

You didn't know where to even look. You had locked eyes with crimson, but your gaze traveled further and further down, over plump red lips, shark-like teeth flashing you a bright smile. Down to fire-engine red hair hanging loosely over the tie-dyed muscle shirt; ripped to hell and back mind you, showing off firm pecs squished together from his obvious position. The way the neon lights danced across his skin, highlighted his tan complexion. He was built as all get out and you suddenly had the strange urge to reach out and touch him.

"Not that I mind a pretty lady checking me out, but I would /love/ to get you something special and maybe continue afterwards?" Your eyes flicked back up to his, catching the playful glint staring back at you.

Your cheeks flamed as the man continued to compliment you. Not something you should get worked up over, too many issues in the past. That's not here nor there, but this guy...maybe it was his voice or his stupid good looks, that had you wanting just a little bit more.

"W-what do you suggest?" You said finally, flinching at the broken tone of your voice. Granted the bartender didn't seem to mind as his lips curled up in a playful smirk.

"Don't you go anywhere, pretty lady. I'll fix you right up," the man said before turning around to fix you whatever he had in mind.

He was flirting, right? You thought to yourself. You were kinda hoping he was until you remembered just where you were and caught eyes of that playful smirk being directed to someone else as he fixed your drink.

Right. He's a bartender, most know how to work people and help earn better tips. They were here to make money too. You sighed heavily. It had been, well years, since you have even thought of flirting or seeing anyone. But not even with liquid courage coursing through you, you found yourself wanting to keep that attention on you somehow.

This wasn't like you and you almost convinced yourself to just head home as to not do anything rash, but before you could even drop your foot down to the floor he was back.

"Here you go. It's something new I've been working on and you can be the first to tell me whatcha think," the bartender slid the short stemmed glass across the counter towards you.

You eyed the red concoction with a curious gaze, "What is it?"

"M'hoping it'll be my successful attempt at a Blood Riot. It's a blend of vodka with a little Chambord and fresh blackberries and pomegranate," he explained. "It's a little sweet, but an addictive taste. Just enough to take the edge off."

You hummed softly as you lifted the glass and took a tentative sip. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so. You enjoyed the flavor of the berries and the edge the vodka offered, enough to have warmth spreading down your throat into your chest.

"It's actually really good. I think you can consider this a success. Thank you, uh…" you trailed off not knowing his name yet.

"Kirishima, but you can call me Eijiro. And I'm glad you think so. Maybe with a positive review, the boss will let me add it to the menu," his lips curved up in a smile, his body leaned over the counter more, getting closer to you.

"Yeah, that would be great for you, /Eijiro/," You said, taking another sip.

"I haven't seen you around before. Are you just visiting?"

You chuckled, "You'll think I'm boring, but I've actually lived here for a while now, but I don't go out much. I work all the time and my friend told me about this place, said I needed to relax a little. So here I am."

"I would never think you were boring. We all have to make a living, right?" You nodded. "Well I'm glad your friend suggested this place. I got to meet you after all and I am all about helping others relax and helping them.../enjoy/ themselves."

"Is that so? Well I'm glad I decided to come out. I'm enjoying myself, thanks to you and this delicious drink. The music helps too," a soft laugh fell from your lips.

"Yeah? I'm sure I could make it even better," Kirishima reached up, letting his fingers trail up and down your arm, sending goosebumps across your flesh.

Oh wow. This was really happening. He wasn't even trying to hide his intentions. This was all too much, but damn if it didn't have your heart pounding in your chest. Or it could be the bass of the song currently playing vibrating through your body. Maybe. But were you even put off by this? Denki has been adamant about you getting out and enjoying yourself and here was Kirishima giving you that opportunity.

"How about another drink first, hmm?" You said, quickly downing the last bit of the crimson liquid.

"Anything for you," Kirishima brushed over your fingers as he took your glass, pulling away from you once more.

You don't know if it's from the alcohol or what, but it was way too hot and you could most definitely use a breather. He was practically giving you an open invitation to...to /fuck/ if you had to put it bluntly. It's been years. Would you even still be good at it? Would it be worth it? Well, if it was shitty, you could blame your poor decision on the alcohol.

Once more your attempt to step away was altered, but this time it wasn't the way-to-gorgeous redhead. Instead you were met with ocean blue eyes barely hidden behind the man's white hair. Even in the dim lighting, the neon lights offered enough to notice the dark patches of skin covering both eyes as well as his jaw down his neck. You couldn't be sure, but it looked as if he had tattooed in the shape of staples outlining the darker skin tone.

"Where are you off too sweetheart?" The man asked, not trying to hide the way his body moved closer, close enough his legs brushed against yours. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

"No where, just waiting on my friend to get back," You said, trying to subtly look for Kirishima without the other man noticing.

"You came here alone though. Not interested in my company, hmm?" Your skin crawled as slender fingers reached up to brush across your cheek.

You got a twisted feeling in your gut at his words. He had been watching you? But why?

"What do you say to joining me for a drink? I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

"S-sorry, I'm not interested."

"Aw come one sweetheart. That big oaf bartender was laying it on pretty thick, you didn't wave him off. Someone as beautiful as you deserves so much more than that," the man reached for you again, his palm coming to rest against your thighs. "Let me show you a good time."

"I said…"

"Touya!" You startled at the deep, very pissed off voice coming from behind the bar. Looking up you see the redhead staring daggers at the man trying to feel you up. "Taishiro has already banned you from here. What the fuck do you want?"

Gone was the sweet voice from earlier and you didn't know whether to be weary or if it excited you more.

"C'mon Kirishima. M'not hurting no one. Just talking to this lady here."

"You need to leave, Touya. I won't say it again. Tetsu handled your ass last time, you don't want /me/ to /make/ you leave."

You watched Touya roll his eyes, sighing dramatically before his gaze flicked down to you, "Maybe next time sweetheart. You think I'm bad...well," blue eyes flicked to Kirishima," You'll see."

You weren't sure what he meant, but was thankful as the guy turned and walked away, his hands finally leaving your body. You let out a deep breath that you didn't even know you had been holding.

"You okay? Don't mind him, he's just a drunk that can't keep himself in check."

"Shit…" you whispered, looking over to Kirishima and down to the drink in his hand. You didn't wait for him to hand it to you instead taking it from his hand and downing it in one go. "Another."

Crimson eyes blew wide before he took your empty glass. "Let's get you taken care of, sweetheart. Maybe something with a little more /kick/."

You nodded, not really caring. That guy had creeped you out but you couldn't help but feel a warmth settling deep in your gut at the way Kirishima handled him, the way he spoke felt /possessive/ and you wanted more of /that/ Kirishima.

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"Need your keys baby," came the muffled voice from the lips pressed into the crook of your neck.

Your body was burning up from the inside, wound up tight. He hadn't kept his hands off of you from the moment the both of you left the bar. Having free range in the back of the cab, hands wandered, touching places that haven't felt the touch of another, not even yourself, in years.

You panted heavily against him as your fingers fumbled for the keys buried in your pocket. "H-here," you fished them out, not daring to pull away, reaching out blindly to find his free hand.

Soon the click of the door shutting and the flip of the lock sounded behind you and before you could even move to guide him inside, big arms were curling around you, lifting you from the ground. You scrambled to lock your legs around his waist, moaning loudly as teeth nipped across your collarbone.

"Fuck baby, you sound so pretty. So small in my arms," the bigger moan groaned against your skin. "Gonna pull more of those sweet sounds from you."

"Y-yes," was all you could manage. You didn't know what to expect, but didn't care as long as he kept touching you. That's all that mattered.

Your back soon found the welcoming embrace of your mattress, bouncing slightly as he dropped you onto the bed. Feet kicked frantically to remove your shoes, a thud sounded as they hit the floor. You could barely manage to grip your top to remove it, thankfully Kirishima was there to help and had it pulled over your head in no time and tossed it to the floor. The same with the rest of your clothes.

Soon you were bare beneath him, you could feel hungry eyes roaming over your body. You instinctively went to cover yourself, suddenly weary of a strangers gaze seeing parts of you no one else has had the privilege of seeing in a long time. But of course the moment your hands moved, Kirishima's own found yours and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your arms up above your body.

"Fuck, you are breathtaking, sweetheart," he breathed, leaning down until his lips ghosted over the valley between your breast. The feather light touch sent shivers up your spine, causing you to arch up into him.

"E-Eijirou...p-please," you didn't know whether you were begging him to stop or keep going.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me, use your words, sweetheart," Kirishima slowly trailed kisses over your chest, avoiding the plump mounds, waiting for your answer. "Well?"

When would you ever have another chance like this? You can practically hear Denki telling you to go for it, so…"Touch me, whatever you want, just please...don't stop."

You caught the redhead smirking before his mouth darted down to your left breast, instantly sucking your nipple into his mouth. You cried out as teeth scraped against your skin as he suckled against you. It had been so long, just from a simple touch of another had warmth pooling down in your gut. You could feel your core pulse with a need, desperate to be filled.

Kirishima alternated between your breasts, suckling until each bud was kiss swollen and perky. Though his mouth began to travel south, his hands released yours in favor of kneading your tits, his thumb flicking over your nipples, pulling soft whimpers from your lips.

Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying each spark of pleasure coursing through you with every touch of his lips against your skin. It wasn't until you felt heat breath ghosting over your most private parts that your eyes snapped open.

"E-Ei! Wait, wait…" you mumbled, attempting to clench your thighs together, but his shoulders blocked your protest. Crimson eyes flicked up to yours, as if asking for permission to keep going. Taking a steadying breath, you slowly nodded, letting your thighs relax their hold, bending them to spread yourself open for him.

"Hn, fuck, look at you," Kirishima groaned, licking his lips as he stared your cunt. "Bet you taste sweet as fuck here too, sweetheart."

Your cheeks flush, not knowing what exactly to say to that. You've had sex of course, but no one's ever done what Kirishima is about to do. It can't be much different from using your own hands really, right?

Wrong.

So so wrong. It was nothing like your own fingers felt as a hot mouth latched over your lips and a tongue swirled between your folds, sucking, /drinking/ up your slick. It was better, so much better than you could have ever imagined.

"O-oh God fuck!" Hands shot down your body to curl in fist of red hair as your hips bucked against him. Your jaw fell slack, hanging open as you moaned from every flick and pull, every drag of that sinfully delicious tongue against you. Your previous nerves were gone, nowhere to be found, too consumed in being lost in the new and welcomed sensation that you never wanted to end.

The man between your legs seemed to be just as content by the way his arms curled under and over your thighs, pulling you against him. Gurgled moans slip past his lips, causing your toes to curl and your thighs to shake as the sounds vibrate against your clit. It was too much and not enough at the same time, you could feel your insides coiling tight, ready to burst any moment.

Holding back was something you were never good at, and now was a perfect example as Kirishima gave a sudden harsh suck against your clit, your back arched off the bed. A broken cry left your lips as your velvety insides pulsed, gushing slick from your core to squirt over Kirishima's tongue.

His tongue slowed to tentative licks as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm, lapping up what he could of your sweet desire. Your thighs trembled and shook from sensitivity, never having felt such an intense orgasm before.

Kirishima lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss against your quivering flesh before looking up to you. "You good, sweetheart?"

You hummed, not trusting yourself to try and speak at the moment.

Kirishima chuckled softly, "Good, I definitely enjoyed myself. May have to do that again, maybe next time just have you sit on my face."

"Ei, ah, you can't say stuff like that," you whined softly, bringing your hands up to.cover your flushed cheeks.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. I would enjoy having you ride my tongue, you sound so pretty when you come. Fuck, I can't imagine what you'll sound like once I actually /fuck/ you," he groans, slowly sliding himself up your body, kissing here and there until he reaches your jaw. "What do ya say, sweetheart? Can I hear that pretty voice some more while I'm fucking that tight little pussy?"

A soft whimper leaves you at his words. Why is everything that Kirishima says and does so.../hot/. You had thought it was just a facade to pick people up, but nothing has changed, it's only intensified and it's more than what you're used to. Not that you are complaining, not one bit. If this is a one time thing, you should take what he gives and enjoy every second. Who knows when a moment like this will ever present itself to you again.

Granted, now that you think about it, you wouldn't mind this being more than just a one time thing. Neither of you had talked about it, both fairly intoxicated, but who knows, maybe come morning you can ask him if this could be /something/. Just a casual thing. Maybe.

It's not like you to /want/ more, work always comes first, but with Kirishima...you could see it. What is it about him that has you wanting to change, after just one night?

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"Ah- fuck, yeah swertheart. Like that, ride me baby. Come on cock," Kirishima growls into your neck, teeth nipping against your flesh as your hips grind down against him, burying every inch of his cock deep inside your cunt.

You close your eyes to the breathless panting against your ear. You focus on the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the loud squelching of his thick cock slamming inside your tight wet heat as you bounce on top of him.

Grunts and groans vibrate against your ear, sending chills down your spine, causing you to arch up into him. Kirishima takes advantage of the moment and pulls you up against him, maneuvering you both off the bed, all the while his cock still buried deep inside you.

Before you have the chance to utter a word, the hard press of your bedroom wall pulls a soft gasp from your lips. The cool wood is soothing against your heated flesh, sending chills to break out over your skin.

The two of you have been at this for what feels like hours, you're sure your body can't handle much more. But the new position has his cock rocking right up against your sweet spot. You've lost count how many times your cunts milked his cock, and you were close once more. This would be the last one for the night, you could hold on just a little longer.

"Eiji, m'gonna...p-please, /hnn/, fuck! Harder, y-yes," you babble as his hips thrust up into, rocking your body up and down against the wall.

"Mm, yeah? Feel good sweetheart? Gonna make that pussy come on my cock?"

Your thighs tighten around his waist as he bucks into you, hard, his pace unrelenting, not daring to let up one bit. Over and over. Broken guttural moans roll from your lips, a sound you have noticed Kirishima is growing to enjoy. It's like he craves it, pushing and pushing, making sure he's bringing you the utmost pleasure. Like he thrives off of knowing how good he's making you feel.

"C-close," you manage, your voice barely a whisper. You can hear his breath catch, and his pace only increases. Kirishima rams his cock into you harder and harder. Abusing your sweet spot repeatedly.

"/Ah-nnnhg/, come for me, squeeze my cock so good, sweetheart."

One, two more thrusts has your head thudding back against the wall, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt clamps down around his cock, slick squirting from your folds once more.

"Oh, Ei! F-fuuuuck! Hn, y-yes!"

You barely register Kirishima's hips stuttering before stilling against you as warmth fills your insides. You hum contentedly, holding on to him with what strength you have left as your body is pulled away from the wall.

The last thing you remember before your eyes finally closing from exhaustion was the warmth of his body curling around you and the coolness of your sheet being draped over your body. Sleep took you away instantly, you couldn't have stayed awake if you wanted to.

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A part of you feels like it was all a dream, that that night was all a figment of your imagination. That you had drunk way too much and let your inebriated mind create such images of the attractive bartender. That none of it was /real/.

But the other part...you couldn't let yourself believe it never happened. Your body can still recall the way those strong hands felt against your body, the way those sweet lips kissed praise after praise into your skin. You couldn't just make that up, right?

That's what you tell yourself at least. That it was real and it was exactly what it was. A hook-up, a one-night stand. There was nothing more to it. But even knowing that, it didn't take away the sting you felt when you had woken up that morning to find yourself all alone, no signs that Kirishima was even there.

That was almost three weeks ago and for some reason it was still lingering around in your brain. You had no reason to be thinking of him or anything of the sort. You didn't know him and he didn't know you, neither of you had even exchanged numbers.

Denki had even doubted you at first, knowing how seriously you take work, he didn't believe you would actually go through with hooking up with a stranger. But of course once you explained just who it was, Denki had no doubts, he even looked like he felt bad for you. He didn't explain why of course, and you didn't push it.

It only reminded you of the words that white haired man had said that night. Maybe that's just what Kirishima did, found pretty ladies to hook-up with. Not that it was a problem, everyone deserved to enjoy themselves how they wanted. You had just thought he would have at least said something or even a goodbye would have sufficed, but nothing. And you couldn't bring yourself to go back to the bar weary of facing him and having him feel like you were stalking him or something.

Oh well. You finally let loose for the first time and enjoyed yourself, that's all that should matter. Right?

"You're doing it again," you startled at the sound of Denki's voice from beside you.

"Hah? What?"

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

"Wha? N-no, I'm trying to fill out this paper work-.."

"That's still just as blank as it was half an hour ago. C'mon, you gotta let it go. Not worth it, babe. Next time, you can go with me and I'll set you up right."

"Denks, no. I'm not looking to do that, I wasn't then, it just happened. I had my night out like you wanted, you should be good with that for the next year or so."

"That's how it happens with him. Look, you can spare one more night and have fun with me and 'Toshi. I'll make you forget all about that lover boy Red."

You sigh heavily knowing there's no changing his mind. "One more night, but I don't want you finding someone to take me home. We can go out for drinks together and leave it at that, okay?"

"Fiiiine. Meet us at the same place, say an hour? We can finish up this paper work Monday," Denki says, pulling the stack of papers from in front of you to add to the pile on his desk. "So, go home, get all dolled up and we'll see you in a bit, 'kay?"

No going back now, so you nod and reluctantly grab your stuff and lock up shop.

You really didn't want to go back here and risk seeing him. It shouldn't be a big deal, not after a drunken hook-up. Maybe it's because of your past you can't let it go or the fact that this is so unlike you that it's weighing on your mind.

In your last relationship, it was great, perfect even. You were happy and in love. The two of you had been together throughout school and even after graduation. But things...changed, and not in a good way. Your boyfriend at the time started going out at night with new friends, staying out all hours. He had changed, and time together started being less and less. The only time he ever touched you was when he would come home in a drunken state and the next day it was back to being distant.

You weren't one to say anything you had trusted him. You didn't want to seem controlling. But you started feeling uneasy and started having doubts.

Doubts you never thought you would have. Thinking things you never thought your boyfriend would ever do. So you decided to follow him out one night, just to see what he was getting into, for your peace of mind.

Every day after that you wish you would have never gone out, wished you would have never seen what you did. All those nights he would come home to lay with you, it was after he had someone else in his arms prior. He would touch you with hands that touched another, kiss you with lips that tasted another. He had been cheating on you for who knows how long and you couldn't handle it. Six years gone just like that. You couldn't stay, you had no reason to. So you waited for him to go out like usual and packed all that was yours and left and never looked back.

And here you are now, five years later. You had done good for yourself, never letting anyone get in the way of what you wanted or risk anyone taking you back down that same road of hurt. So why is it that Kirishima is taking up all the space in your mind?

"You made it!"

You were pulled from your thoughts as Denki walked up to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"You look good. Let's get inside already," you nodded and let him lead you inside, his boyfriend following close behind. "Toshi, take her to our usual seats and I'll grab us some drinks. What do you want?"

"Blood Riot," you say without thinking.

Denki saunters off and you're left with Hitoshi.

"He's wired, sorry about that."

"It's fine, I'm used to it. How's the Cafe doing?" You ask, following him through the sea of people to the far side of the bar where couches line the back wall for people to relax.

"It's uh good, found a stray this morning, so we have a new kitten mascot you could say," the purple haired man chuckled softly.

"I'll have to swing by sometime, Denks stays on me about getting out more. Maybe I should finally listen."

"My ears are burning, what did I miss?" Denki asks as he walks back up, drinks in head.

"Nothing, kitten."

He hands you your glass, "Thanks…"

"What is a BR? I never knew it was on the menu."

"It's uh, something...new, I think."

You sat back on the couch, nursing your drink as you watched Denki drag Hitoshi away to go dance. You smiled after them, happy that they could enjoy themselves. Not that you weren't but you couldn't help but feel out of place and the strange feeling of being watched.

As you took a sip you let your gaze drift to the bar. You should have known he would be here but you weren't expecting to see him draped across the bar hovering over some girl's lap. Just like he had done with you. You choked on your drink and quickly looked away.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Obviously you can't handle fucking someone without feelings and seeing him now reminded you that it was a one time thing. You told yourself once you finished your drink, you'd find Denki and give him some excuse to leave and just go home.

That was the plan.

As you downed the last of your drink you stood to leave but was blocked by a hulking figure that moved to stand in front of you.

"How's the drink, sweetheart?"

You looked up slowly, already knowing who it was by his voice. You didn't think he would come seek you out and why he would, confused you.

"K-Kirishima, uh hi. Um, it was good, just like before," you answer quietly, taking a step back to go around him.

"Hey wait…" Kirishima reaches out to take you by the wrist. "I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Um, sorry? I'm actually leaving, so can you let me go, please." You go to pull away, but his grip tightens. "Kirishima, let-..."

"Can we talk?"

"What for? We have nothing to talk about. Besides, don't you have someone at the bar waiting for you?" Not that it was any of your business, but you have eyes and he can't expect you to just let him swoop in and use his obvious charm to woo you.

"She's an old friend. It's not like that," he explains."

"It's none of my business. Now can you please let me go so I can leave?"

Kirishima drops your hand. "Look, I know what happened that night was great and how I left was, well, not so great. But I've never done that before."

"Never done what before?"

"Stayed over like that. I uh, kinda bolted and regretted it because I had no idea how to reach you and showing up at your place would've been hella uncool," Kirishima rushed out, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "I'm not really used to this."

Who was this guy? Where was the Kirishima from the first night, the one who was so sure of himself? This can't be the same person, he seems so...nervous.

"You wanted to see me? We were both kinda drunk, it's not like you /had/ to stay or anything. It's fine, Kirishima, really," you say, unsure if you were trying to actually reassure him or yourself.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and when your friend ordered that drink, I knew it was you. I really didn't think you'd come back here. Look, I'm off the clock for the night, do you think we could just...talk?"

You could feel your heart flip in your chest at his admission, you didn't want to look too much into it, but knowing he's been thinking of you just as much as you have of him, you can't find it in yourself to just walk away.

"Come with me," you hold out your hand and Kirishima slowly reaches out to lace your fingers together. This may be a bad idea, but the bar was too loud and you wanted to go home anyway, so this seemed like the only logical option. You pull him through the crowd and out the front doors.

Once out front, you let go of his head and walked ahead, back towards your apartment. The walk was silent between the two of you, neither seeming to know what to say just yet. Denki would scold you come Monday for bailing out on him, but hopefully, depending on how this turns out, maybe he'll understand.

You pull out your keys, unlocking your door to let Kirishima inside, and shut the door behind you. Last time he was here, you were wrapped in his arms, starting one of the best nights you've ever had, but now the two of you aren't even touching, both staring off in any direction to avoid meeting the other's gaze.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" You ask, moving into the open area of your kitchen to pull a beer from the fridge. Unfortunately you didn't have anything stronger, but it would help enough to take the edge off, maybe release some of the tension between the two of you.

"I-I like you."

Beer spewed from your lips as you choked on your first sip. You slam the can down to grab a dish rag to wipe up your mess.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to just blurt it out. I've never dealt with this before, well not in a long time. I haven't had the need or the want to think about this stuff," Kirishima explains, walking around the counter to help you.

"It's fine, you uh, just caught me off guard."

Kirishima chuckles softly, "I'll try to /ease/ into it, yeah?" A smirk danced across his lips.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" You tease, smacking the towel against his arm. Instead of moving to go to the living room, you hop up on your counter, bringing yourself to eye level with Kirishima. "So you wanna go on?"

Kirishima's smile falters slightly, "I don't do this, /dating/, stuff. I swore it off long ago, but when we were laying in your bed, you were sound asleep and I forgot how much I missed having someone in my arms."

Your heart dropped at his words, but you couldn't blame him for not wanting more. You have your own reasons for not letting people in.

"You were the first person I had stayed with after we had our fun, I'm usually gone before they even get to bed. It sounds like a dick move, I mean it is, but I couldn't risk getting attached. Been there once and I'm not going through it again," Kirishima explains, propping himself against the counter beside you. His eyes everywhere but on you.

"Someone broke your heart, didn't they?"

"Shit, that's one way to put it. People say guys don't get their hearts broken, that it's a chick thing. But their wrong, shit hurts no matter who you are," Kirishima sighs, his voice laced with emotions. "So I blocked it all out, never letting myself get attached. It's shitty, really, but I always aimed for the person to at least enjoy themselves. And they knew it was a one time thing, so it worked."

"Until now?" You ask softly, sipping on your drink.

"Until now."

You watched Kirishima push away from the counter to stand in front of you, your legs part instinctively to let him stand between them.

"I swore I would never let anyone in but you...you, sweetheart have weaseled your way in somehow. And I don't know how to handle it," he reaches up to tuck a loose curl behind your ear. "I don't know how to do /this/, but I'm willing to try. /If/ you would let me."

"You want to...what? Date me?"

Kirishima chuckled, "Would you like to date me? No bullshit, no secrets, just you and me? I can't promise I'll be perfect but I can promise I'll never break your heart."

You wanted to say yes. It was what you had wanted, right? Can you trust him, knowing his reputation? Can you risk it?

"Kirishima, I...I don't-..."

"Hey, it's okay. I kinda dropped all this on you outta nowhere. You don't have to do this, it's fine sweetheart," he says softly.

"It's not that," you say quickly. "I've been hurt too, okay? Just...can I trust you if we do this, that you won't just find someone better?"

"No one could ever compare, sweetheart. Can I trust you to not give up on me?"

"M'not that great, Ei. As long as you can handle my crazy obsession with my job, I think we can give this a shot," you smile up at him, bringing your hand up to fist the front of his shirt, pulling him close until his nose brushes against yours. "Don't hurt me, Ei."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh softly into the kiss, letting your legs curl around his waist, holding him close. A part of you had wanted more from the start and now you actually have a chance to have more. It's both exciting and terrifying, not knowing what's to happen, but even knowing what Kirishima is like, /was/ like, it's not as unsettling as you thought it would be. He went through something like you did with your ex and you can only hope that makes the both of you better for another, and able to understand each other.

It's only the beginning, but once more, you just can't seem to shake Kirishima and you are more than okay with that.

~the end♡

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Eijiro Kirishima X Shy Female Reader

A/N: You have a shark quirk

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You were always self-conscious about the way you look. You had blue skin, black eyes with blue pupils, and a shark's tail. Your quirk was literally shark. You were made fun of for your appearance as kids all the way until you got to middle school where you met Mina and Kirishima. The three of you became the perfect friend group, you and Kirishima hanging out together whenever Mina was with her friends. You would stay by yourself as well when Kirishima hung out with Tomo. You hated him, he gave you the creeps. He was so fake. He had a crush on Kirishima but, not the healthy kind. He gave you the kind of energy that he would force himself on Kirishima so you never let him be alone with him. You somehow convinced Kirishima to always be with an extra person and not be with Tomo alone. Thankfully he listened and nothing ever happened. It could have been paranoia but, that paranoia could have saved Kirishima a whole lot of pain and suffering. It also had to do with the crush that you, yourself had on him. You weren't about to admit that to no one though. Let alone Kirishima.

"Y/N-CHAN!" You jumped turning just in time to catch Mina who threw herself at you. She always did that. Didn't she realize that she was muscle and she wasn't light despite being small? "I was calling your name for the longest but, but you didn't hear me." Oops, you did it again. You got lost in thought thinking about Kirishima. No surprise there.

"I'm sorry Mina, what were you saying? Can you repeat it for me please?" You had to be careful around Mina. She meant well but she was a magnet for gossip and crushes and she had an inkling about your crush on Kirishima.

"I was asking you what do you think about going to the mall on Friday! I love to shop but, I hate going by myself, pleeeaaasseeeee come!" Her voice was high-pitched and whiny or maybe it was because you had sensitive ears.

"Yeah, yeah I don't mind going." She yelled happily her eyes landing on her next target which happened to be Denki. Poor boy didn't even know what was going to hit him. You sat there at the lunch table listening to everyone else talk and jab around. You always hopped tables giving everyone in your class a chance to talk, even Mineta. That ended quickly though when he asked about your boobs and you threatened to eat him. He has avoided you ever since which is exactly what you wanted. He needed to learn to respect women and be decent human beings because not everyone tolerates that kind of behavior. You had chosen to eat miso soup with pork belly and white peach juice. You were in the mood for something hot anyway.

"Y/N-chan! Do you want to spar if All Might sensei allows us to choose our partners?" You turned your head at the happy voice that belonged to the residential sunshine boy of the Bakusquad. Who can ever say no to that face? He was like an excitable puppy.

"I would love to spar. Better pray I don't beat you this time." You stuck your tongue out playfully at him enjoying the way he blushed. You knew he liked your new tongue piercing so you used every excuse in the book to show it off to him. It made you grin just as much as he did.

"I'm going to win this time!" He bumped his fists together using his quirk only to jump when Bakugo hit him on the head yelling at him to finish his food. The rest of the lunch period went by relatively fast and, before you knew it everyone had to change into their gym uniforms and meet All Might out on the training grounds. You looked for any scent patches and with a curse, you saw you left them at your dorm. You had no time to go and come back so you had to pray that no one bled. Everyone knew how you got when there was too much blood, you went into an uncontrollable frenzy. One time Monoma compared you to Toga saying how the two of you will get along and Kirishima punched him in the face with no hesitation to the shock of everyone. Realizing you were wasting time you ran to the training grounds where everyone else was already lined up in front of All Might

"Alright, now young heroes! Today is a special day! I am allowing you to grab a partner of your choice and practice your special moves on each other! Take this time to hone in on your new skills and I advise you to fight with someone you normally don't fight with! GO PLUS ULTRA!" The man was so enthusiastic it was contagious. Everyone was hyped up and you ran straight to Kirishima. This is why he wanted to spar, he always sparred with Bakugo and Denki but, he needed to spar with someone different. This was smart on his part.

"Are you ready Y/N?" He hardened completely as you got down in a defensive position.

"I'm as ready as you are Eji-Kun!" It was a low blow knowing that always threw him enough that he had to throw himself to the side to avoid your kick. The fight was on. The two of you exchanged blows making sure to never cut skin. Both of you had relatively hard skin so neither of you really bled. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for the pairing by you guys. Shoji was fighting with Bakugo who showed no mercy and one of his explosions completely tore off one of Mezo's arms. Everyone froze at the yell that came from the normally quiet boy.

"WHAT THE FUCK KATSUKI!" Katsuki flinched hard at that. Mezo not only yelled but used his first name "YOU ARE LUCKY IT GROWS BACK!" Mezo was upset which was a rare sight.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" That was another shock since Bakugo never apologized but if I was yelled at by Mezo I would apologize too. You sniffed the air and that's when you realized you were fucked. It was too much blood and you had no scent patches.

"Oh no." You whispered it and the only one to hear you was Kirishima. He seemed to realize what was happening.

"SHIT!" Everything after that was a blur. You could remember nothing except the smell of blood and the feeling of arms around you. You were thrashing and snarling wanting to get near the blood. You needed to have some. It smelled so good and all you wanted to do was sink your teeth into it. You kept thrashing as you felt yourself move further and further away. NO! Your prey was getting away! You needed to finish it! You started snarling more realizing you might need to call defeat. As the smell finally went away you slumped over into whoever was holding you breathing heavily. It was rare for you to go into a frenzy like that but, when it did happen it was always so draining and exhausting. It took a toll on you. "Come back to me Y/N" You turned towards the voice blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision. You were met with the worried eyes of Ejirou "How do you feel? You scared me back there." He did sound a bit scared but more worried than anything.

"I-I'm sorry, w-what happened?" You had worked on your shyness your whole life and here was Eji making all your progress go down the drain.

"Bakugo went too far and the smell of blood made you go into attack mode. I was the only one who can grab you without getting hurt cause of my quirk. I brought you to recovery girl and she told me that your patches were missing." You blushed your cheeks were tinged purple.

"I, uh, may have f-forgotten my scent patches at my d-dorm" Kirishima gave a huff.

"Why didn't you tell me? I always keep extra for you just in case you forget." You blinked not expecting that tidbit of information. He blinked too realizing what he said "W-well uh, I always k-keep extra stuff for you, you know? I care about you a lot." You blinked not believing your ears.

"You care about me?" You prayed he meant more than a friend. He nodded his head before furrowing his brow.

"I care for you more than a friend...I was always so scared to admit it thinking you won't like me back but, it's not manly to hide my feelings for so long." You blinked at that. There was too much to impact at the moment but, you knew what had to be done right now.

"Come here." He blinked leaning down and you quickly pecked him on the cheek near his mouth. "I like you too." You grinned at him loving his blush.

"I WIN! YEAH!" He was shushed by Recovery Girl which made the two of you giggle. Yeah, the two of you could talk later but, enjoy the moment now.

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍.

admitting to something that happened to me that is a bit embarrassing. also i think this could be a bit better >:(( set in the 80′s >:D

warnings ;; crushes, mutual pining and a little bit of embarrassment, and possibly mild language etc.

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Skidding to a halt as worn high-tops skuff firmly against the damp sidewalk (don’t scrape your feet across the floor!) - the thin bicycle tires squeal from the friction before grating to a stop. Being mindful as he slips his trainers from under the buckles on the pedals, he curses to himself; the cuffs of his denim jeans already dotted with droplets of mud.

He’d only managed to get these the week prior with last week’s pay.

Tilting his ankle to the side, Eijirou eyed the damage done. Yikes. Okay, on the bright side, it made him look a little rugged, he had to admit that. The roughened up combination of threadbare jeans and his freshly cut mullet? Sure, the intense dual-coloured red and blue high visibility jacket wasn’t that complementary (he stuck out like a sore-thumb. A fluorescent, highlighted sore-thumb at that) but, it was potentially a new style to impress the new local- locals, locals with. Not a single specific neighbour. Not at all. Nor the person he was delivering to tonight.

Again.

He did not have a crush. It was just admiration; scouts honour.

Adjusting his cap, he sifts through the inner pockets of his jackets, recognising the familiar feeling of the compact wired notepad before sliding it out, flipping through the pages for a messily written-

(1 six-inch Margherita Pizza).

Good choice.

One more night and the last delivery. Just on time. Although, somehow, the worn novelty of “In thirty minutes guaranteed! Or three dollars off your order!” had been instead interpreted (his manager referred to it as just a sign of the times) as, “In thirty minutes, or for free!” and Eijirou really, really couldn’t bring himself to handle another argument with a customer purely because he was one minute outside of the time slot - the situation the night before had nearly resulted in missing out on two more extra customers.

Luckily enough, into the earlier hours of Friday nights, Domino’s was relatively less busy - and dealing with stingy customers during these workshifts had very low chances of appearing - something Eijirou would be eternally grateful for every upcoming week. (And seeing you, seeing you was real nice).

Stuffing the notepad back into his pouch, briefly having to jerk his hand back from being caught on a frayed piece of string, he turns on his heel, unhooking the hot-bag from the basket and onto his shoulder. Mentally steeling himself, he instinctively leans in, aiming for the doorbell only to baulk back, catching glimpses of something moving around behind the living room curtains.

What? Squinting, still remaining at the doorstep, he tilts his head up, attempting to catch sight (pushing down the worries of being seen potentially as a creep, he was concerned - not scared) of whatever was shuffling back and forth across the room.

It’s a blur of clothing, and then-

It’s you; wired headphones secure around your head, and one hand firmly gripped around the cassette player, swaying back and forth and Eijirou fights the urge to break out into a smile. You certainly had some moves. Well known moves? Not so much, but what’s wrong with reinventing the wheel?

You’re side stepping now, rolling your shoulders repetitively as you mouth the words, completely and utterly unaware - until your gaze unintentionally meets his through the transparent curtains. And you pause.

He’s unsure whether to look away first, both at a standoff. This was not how he envisioned sweeping you off your feet, hell, attempting to take you out at least - and now he’s standing unnaturally still, (how do you not stand normally? Stand normally!) trying to offer an approachable smile that only ends up as a constipated grimace.

You’ve disappeared from sight before he can fully register it.

(It’s over. Before it even started. And the past two weeks of interactions were going so well. He can’t show his face here, not in this neighbourhood)-

Shifting stiffly from side to side, Eijirou blinks at the light suddenly flooding his line of sight as the front door begins to open, accompanied by an ungraceful thud of headphones against the side of the door. That definitely took out one of the wires - he knew all too well.

It’s a bumbling, awkward sort of atmosphere, only broken into by the faint but audible buzz of the synth beats pulsing through the headphones.

“I’m sorry you had to, uh… witness that, oh shit; and I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”

(His palms feel balmy, moreso than usual, but it’s okay, he can blame it on the grease from the pizza).

“No, no, if I’m honest, you had some pretty good moves,” it’s almost like he’s left his body and witnessing himself from a third person perspective, mental alarms going into overdrive as his brain fails to connect to his mouth, “Maybe you can teach me how to dance sometime?”

You pause, once more.

(Eijirou wants to bury himself. Preferably into the ground. Further than six feet, maybe into the centre of the Earth’s core. Whatever is furthest away from where he is right now).

He can feel his cheeks burning up, eyes darting to the floor, berating himself; it was sappy, so fucking cheesy, it wasn’t even with the help of the steadily cooling Margharita flavoured pizza in his thermal bag to top it all off-

“You know what,” as he glances back up briefly, you’re slouching now, leaning into the doorframe, smiling, “I’m down to teach you some of my iconic moves. Are you maybe free tomorrow, delivery boy?”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #gender neutral character #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #x male reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x female reader

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beanswrites · 2 years

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Hi! Can u do kiribaku x f reader?

Maybe class 1 a finds out they are dating :3

maybe they are soulmares or something.

Hello, anon!!

Yep, I could, and I will! Kiribaku is one of my favorite couples in MHA, so naturally I love writing for them!!

Sure, i think class 1A will totally support them! also, not maybe, they are soulmates. end of story.

so, thank you for requesting!! the waitlist is quite long, unfortunately, but can I recommend another one of my fics that you'll maybe like in the meantime?? I think you'd like "Care When He Doesn't" which is KiriKamiBakuSero x fem! Reader. Part two of that will also be coming out soon!!

Thanks for requesting!! Love you!!

#mha #mha fic #mha fluff #mha kiribaku #mha kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #kirishima x female reader #bakugo x female reader #kirishima x bakugou #kiribaku #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku x fem! reader #bnha

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thepinkcaffe · 2 years

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Prettymanly_

Kirishima Ejirouxfemale!reader

600+words

Genre: Fluff, comfort

The muffled sounds of the city filled the room as you laid on your back basking in the calming atmosphere that engulfed the room. Kirishima’s head was resting on your stomach, your fingers gently combing through his soft strands. You looked down at him, taking in his sharp features from above. How he still managed to look soft even with his overmasculine appearance you didn’t know.

His eyes were closed, long eyelashes sitting softly on his cheekbones. You moved your finger away from his hair to trace gently the slightly crooked slope of his nose, the sharp line of his jawline and the cupid bow of his plump lips. Kirishima was indeed the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, and the fact that you could actually reach your hand and touch him, feel the warmth of his body, heat your cold fingertips made your heart clench. The intimacy that you shared allowed you to see him without filters, and him to free himself from the heavy expectations that the world outside of your room placed on him. Even if sometimes it felt like it, It wasn’t a dream the grounding weight of his head proved it to you. But it wasn’t unusual for you to sometimes feel unworthy of him. He was so bright and eye-catching, his aura naturally drew people in, and on top of that he was also extremely successful at his job. On many occasions you had to watch his life unfold from the sidelines because there was nothing you could really do. It was hard not to feel like you didn’t really belong by his side and that maybe he would be better off with someone like Mina. His eyelids fluttered open, as if he could sense the negative thoughts running through your head, his red eyes met yours in an instant catching you off guard, apparently he found your surprised expression amusing since his face broke into a contagiose grin that shaped his eyes into crescent moons and you couldn’t help but return it. “Don’t stare at me like that.” You said pushing his face to the side, he chuckled his deep voice rumbling low in his chest, his shark pointy teeth always showing. You felt his weight shift, Kirishima’s grinning face now at eye level with you, his hands at either side of your head, supporting his fraim above you. “ I can’t help It. You’re just too pretty.” You quirked an eyebrow, fake disdain painting your features. “ Just pretty ah!? I thought you said I was the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth, were you lying to me all along?” He laughed nuzzling his face against the crock of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of it sending shivers down your spine. “How could I ever lie to you? Of course you are the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth.” You hummed in approval engulfing his toned body with your arms, kissing the top of his head letting your finger draw imaginary patterns on his bare back. “Y/n you’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that to me. I’m not good with words but, I don’t know… being with you just feels right.“ Kirishima played with the skin on your arm, pinching it lightly, to distract himself from the embarrassed blush he knew was growing on his cheeks. “ I know that I should be okay with or without you, but when you’re not there, I can’t help but feel like something it’s missing, because I need you, I really do.” He shyly looked up at you, and you felt bad for letting your insecurities, question the sincerity of his feelling, that were nothing but genuine. “Was that cheesy?” You smiled. “Nah, it was pretty manly.”

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ariisheresstuff · 1 year

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Ejirou Kirishima MasterList

Requests

Long fics

Drabbles

Head-canons

#mha #bnha #myheroacademia #bokunohero academia #Mha x Reader #mha masterlist #ejirou kirishima #kirishima ejirou #Kirishima #red riot #Kirishima x Reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x female reader

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gojosprettyprincess · 11 days

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Boyfriends who are just so obsessed with your ass like really fucking obsessed, whenever you'd get up for something you'd always have him staring, it's a huge fucking distraction to him, he can't get anything done once your around and whenever he'd catch you bending over you'd have strong hands gripping onto your waist to keep you in place as he pathetically humps his needy dick into your clothed ass, his big bulge rubbing against the thin material of your shorts right against your weeping cunt as he ruts his dick into your ass cheeks forcefully.

It's literally not his fault your ass always looks so delicious and sexy all the time he just can't help it. He loves it when you sit on his lap, your soft ass and warm cunt nestled right on top of the big visible tent in his sweatpants, making his cock aching and leaking to be buried into your wet cunt, gripping on him and milking him dry and sometimes he'd have you cockwarming him with your tight asshole while he's playing video games with his friends, your hungry butthole trapping his cock in, tight rim closing shut around him, clenching around him tightly like it never wants to let go while he's balls deep as it twitches and throbs inside of your tight walls while your dripping wet cunt leaks onto his lap, without any of his friends having a single clue about what's happening on the other end.

He loves having you sit on his face, it doesn't even have to be him eating your cunt or anything like that, he just loves it when you're in your cute little thong with your ass spread apart to suffocate him, his nose brushing up against your tight rim, the tip of it digging into your cute puckering hole, he loves bullying your asshole like this, watching cross eyed as it cutely flutters against his nose as he gives baby licks to your clothed cunt that has your slick dripping through the thin material of your thong as his tongue laps it up desperately.

He just can't control himself when he's around you, immediately getting horny and growing a boner as soon as he looks at your ass, imagining and thinking about all the type of shit he's gonna do to you once you get home. He loves everything about your ass but one thing he especially loves is when you have your cute princess plug stuffed in your asshole, the adorable shiny jewel making your ass look so fucking pretty and sexy. The first time you did it was when you wore this thin gorgeous sundress that hugged your ass and curves perfectly with the heart plug matching colors with it, without wearing any panties on your dinner date, when you two got home and he was groping and squeezing your plush ass then lifting up your sundress, just to be greeted with the pink heart plug poking out between your cheeks, it made him cum right on spot, his cheeks getting red at the thought of your dirty secret, having the plug buried in your butthole while in public, during your cute interactions on the date not knowing you had you your greedy hole swallowing and sucking a plug.

"Bab-baby you had this in here the whole time!?" his voice cracks as he presses his thumb on the plug. All you did was giggled, you knew about your boyfriend's lil obsession, and you sure loved teasing him about it.

YUTA, Choso, Izuku, Armin, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki, Nanami.

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itadore-you · 1 year

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chat noir! kirishima x ladybug! reader hcs

a/n: (fluff, also fem!reader in mind when I was scribbling down this oneshot. i imagine chat noir! kirishima to be 19, as well as the reader in this)

I'm obsessed with the idea of kirishima as chat noir from miraculous ladybug.

think about it, just hear me out for a second. the main trait of chat noir is the brave face that he upholds, boldly flirtatious and playful in manner whilst being a saving grace to Paris. and obviously, similar to the world of mha, he's a superhero with powers. if miraculous was written properly so that chat and ladybug could be an actual yin and yang duo, that would perfectly capture the dynamic of chat noir!kirishima and lady bug! reader.

so. how exactly kirishima relates to chat noir? I can see perfectly that kirishima’s sweet and chivalrous nature is good reason for him to be given a miraculous, yet at first he sort of adopts more similar behaviours like marinette’s original reaction to being a hero at the beginning. nervous, highly doubtful of themselves and denying if they really are fit for the job. but a crucial job is at hand of course, so lady bug!reader would have to snap him out of those thoughts and sweetly but firmly tell him that he is supposed to be a hero, so he better start acting like it. even though you don't feel like you’re quite sure why you were chosen either, both of them having doubt wouldn't fix anything anyway, and with that you throw out your yoyo grinning at him to say, it's ok, we are going to learn together, right? us two, against the world. well. actually saving it.

your words from day one stuck with him, and shape him into the hero he becomes later on. kirishima starts to see the guise of chat noir like a version of himself who he couldn't be in day to day life, and he loves the freedom it gives him. I don't necessarily think that kirishima would be like Adrian Agreste when he's not suited up as chat, but rather like a background type of character with a simple yet comfortable life who longs for more to make his life worth something.

being chat noir, his friends wouldn't even believe it’s him. it’s funny, because underneath that skin-tight leather cat suit, the playful smile that he wears, the cat ears pinned to his bold red hair, underneath all of that still lies kirishima. yes, as a normal civilian he has his undyed black hair but the physical difference pretty much stops there between his two personas. sometimes you see a hint of kirishima’s nail biting habit when he sometimes raises the claw of his costume to his mouth, or when that happy smile falters upon failure, and kirishima freezes in his place. in those moments, hes scared again. not brave anymore. kirishima hates those moments where he's so weak, especially in front of you, the brave ladybug.

I'm going to bring it up again. ever since he first met you, with the pretty red ribbons in your hair, and determined and cute looking in your dotted hero costume, not to mention your words to him of "being in this together"; he couldn't stop thinking of you two being together. the brave face he put on as chat noir meant that sometimes he'd express this by flirting with you cheesily, and endearing you with endless pet names, his favorite of course being bugaboo, and when you were in less of a cheerful mood, reverting to m'lady in a faux politeness instead. even after you would reject him, laughing as you'd tell him to focus on the job instead, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and keep attempting to show his feelings in the quiet moments after missions. Kirishima is so curious to learn more about you, I love to think of him as absolutely whipped for you, but he's also such a respectful guy that he would respect the boundary of the secret identities, and he even turned down the flirting dial a couple notches when you confided in him that your heart was set on another person.

"so... what’s he like?" kirishima can't face you as he feels his cheeks heat up in jealousy. "or uh. she. they. whoever you like."

you're both lying on a rooftop, basking in the peaceful illumination of the moon. tonight's akuma wasn't too hard to catch, having been a couple streets away from your house and the villain was a clueless child caught in a nightmare. After escorting them back to their house to sleep safely, the two of you didn't really have the energy to go back home quite yet, and the crisp air of outside made you feel so alive as you lay next to each other.

"we shouldn't be telling each other so much personal stuff, chat," you say after a pause. "but I mean, as long as I don't say too much, then I guess ... it'll be okay."

Kirishima nods, silent as you continue.

"He’s really sweet and kind. Quiet, but anyone can easily get along with him well. I don't think he realises how much he stands out to me."

"So you gonna tell him?"

"maybe. I don't talk to him a lot, but I wish I could. we are kind of already friends, but I don't think he sees me as... more than that."

"maybe he does! why wouldn't he, you're an amazing person, ladybug," he smiles. "I know you, bugaboo. I know we don't know each other like, in real life, but I definitely would choose you if I could."

"chat!" you laugh, pushing his arm playfully. "You know, you're really sweet sometimes."

a moment passes between the two of you, beating in the night wind that carries over the rooftop.

"do you have anyone special to you like that as well?" you interject into the silence.

"yeah."

his response is instantaneous, almost as if the answer to your question is that obvious.

"well what are they like?"

kirishima exhales, feeling not brave enough in the moment to fully confess his feelings for you. After all, you think most of the time that he's just playing around, being chat. you don't know it, but the love he feels deep in his chest is from him, the real him too, not just his heroic character. kirishima. but as you've always said, how can you get to know this without having to reveal identities and muddle up everything? risk both of your miraculous? it's safer to pretend, whilst under a pretence after all.

"she's determined, hard working, independent yet still soft sometimes. when I see her lower her guard, I just want to be what she can always rely on. because sometimes, when you feel so buried, it's hard to look around and see the hand reaching out to you from right above, y'know?" even though he tried to hold back all the feelings, they blossom in the peace of the night, next to you. "so I feel like she doesn't always see that I want to be that for her. kinda like how you feel with your guy, maybe. I want her to see me, but... it's hard."

you nod, feeling your heart hurt for your feline partner. kirishima can’t stop now that he's started, and it all pours out, honest despite his initial fear.

"and she's so pretty. I love seeing her all the time, even when she's under pressure or having a low moment," kirishima starts to turn red as he rambles on about how her eyebrows pinch together in a frown, the cute pout on her lips, and the shine of her hair. her athleticism, her intelligence, all of it. The girl truly does sound amazing through chat’s eyes, you think to yourself. he must really, really like her a lot.

"you sound like you’re in love with her," you interrupt his ramble, a bit teasing in tone.

"uhm. yeah. maybe." kirishima struggles for words as he realises how long he talked about you to you this entire time, and he's a bit embarrassed that he did that. "yeah, I'd call it something like, uh, love."

you sigh breathily in response. "love, huh? Well I wish you the best with her."

and starting to stand, looking to the moon in the distance: "its getting late, chat."

"yeah, I suppose it is. m'lady." He bows, and then extends his staff as he turns towards his direction to leave.

"You're like the sky."

"huh?" he turns to you, confused.

"Noir. like your name."

it's a lame joke, but it's enough to make him smile as he bids you a "goodnight, m'lady."

"see you around, kitty."

even with your deductive skills, which are essential to possessing the power of the lucky charm, you're still clueless that the one chat noir was telling you about was you, and that you were telling him about him. in the daytime, when you’re not under so much pressure to be ladybug, you’re just a regular person really, hopelessly in love with your college classmate Eijiro Kirishima. the love square in this show is absolutely crazy, but I'm ngl I absolutely live for it and its build up over the seasons.

I'm gonna shut up now about chat noir!kirishima because honest to god I could talk about him all day, and am willing to make even more detailed headcannons on this au crossover thing in the future mwah ha ha

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