#Kirishima Imagines

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y��all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤.

PAIRING: prohero!eijirokirishima x fem!reader WARNINGS: longing, no use of y/n GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: turning page by sleeping at last WORD COUNT: 2.3k

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you never thought you could feel this way about someone.

kirishima is all sunshine, laughter, and warmth. so blinding in his brightness that it almost feels wrong for someone like you to want him this much. but you can’t help it.

no matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you tell yourself to stop, to just let it go, your feelings for him only seem to grow, burrowing deeper into your chest until they feel like a permanent part of you.

you weren’t supposed to fall for him. it started so innocently, didn’t it? just colleagues, side by side in your early pro hero days, working toward a common goal of protecting the city. he was a fellow hero at your agency, someone you laughed with over late nights at work, someone who had your back during missions. 

somewhere along the line, he became more. the way he smiled at you when you wrapped up a tough rescue, the way he’d throw a casual arm around your shoulder to celebrate a job well done, it all added up, and before you knew it, you were falling. hard.

but kirishima? he doesn’t see you like that.

he’s kind to you, of course. god, he’s kind to everyone. always the first to offer a hand, always the one trying to lift people up, to make them feel stronger, better, worth something. it’s one of the many reasons why you’re so drawn to him.

the kind of person who would never hurt anyone on purpose.

which is why it cuts so deep when he doesn’t even notice that you’re suffering.

just because he’s looking at someone else. someone you’re not. 

every time you see them together, something inside you shatters a little more.

it started a few months ago. the way his gaze started to drift toward her at the agency’s weekly meetings, the way he’d talk about her just a little too often, a little too fondly. it wasn’t immediate, almost subtle at first. 

you told yourself you were imagining things, that you were being ridiculous, paranoid even, but then there were the small moments, the ones you couldn’t brush off so easily.

that day at the agency’s common room when kirishima was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you were sitting across from him, trying to catch up on paperwork after a long patrol, but it was hard to focus with him right there. he was so close, and yet, so far away at the same time.

you told yourself, just say something. he’s your friend, right? you’ve worked together for years now. just strike up a conversation. laugh. joke. pretend like you’re not hopelessly in love with him.

but as you opened your mouth, she walked in.

and suddenly, you didn’t exist.

his entire face lit up when he saw her, his broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his body leaning forward like he was trying to close the distance between them even from across the room. she didn’t notice it, didn’t notice how he was practically glowing just by looking at her, but you did.

you saw everything.

you started avoiding him after that. you’d tell yourself you were busy, there was always work to be done. another mission. another villain to take down. you threw yourself into your job like you were running from something, and maybe you were. but every time you caught a glimpse of them together. kirishima laughing at something they said, the way he’d lean into them during conversations. 

it felt like the knife was being twisted in your chest and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

but it wasn’t just that he liked her. it was the fact that you’d liked him for so long and said nothing. so now you had to watch what you wanted from the sidelines as his attention slowly drifted further and further from you.

the worst part was, kirishima didn’t even realise he was hurting you. of course, he didn’t. he wasn’t cruel like that. he’d never intentionally break someone’s heart. but ignorance doesn’t make it hurt any less, and god, it hurt.

you started keeping track of all the little moments where it felt like your world was falling apart and he had no idea. every time you’d walk into a room and see him with her, your heart would stutter, and you’d have to quickly duck out before you broke right there in front of him.

every time he talked to you about her, asking for advice, gushing about how great she was, you’d smile, nodding along like you weren’t dying inside.

"do you think she likes me?" he asks one day, his voice nervous and uncertain in a way that made your stomach twist with guilt.

what were you even supposed to say to that?

"of course, they do," you’d lie, feeling the words catch in your throat like shards of glass. "who wouldn’t?"

he grinned at that, all teeth and unbridled excitement, his eyes lighting up in a way that made you wish you could sink into the floor. "thanks, that’s good to hear. i dunno, sometimes i feel like i’m not good enough, you know? but if you think i’ve got a chance..."

you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a broken breath. he had no idea, none at all, you wanted to scream at him.

how can you not see it? how can you not see me?

but you didn’t. you just swallowed it all down, buried it beneath layers of false smiles and forced casualness, because that’s what you did. you loved him, and loving someone meant wanting what was best for them. even if that wasn’t you.

it dragged on like this for weeks, months. an endless cycle of heartbreak and forced nonchalance. every time you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you’d remind yourself that kirishima deserved to be happy, and if she made him happy, then that’s what mattered.

but it was hard. so, so hard.

some days, you’d catch yourself staring at him when he wasn’t looking, memorizing the lines of his face, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his laugh filled the room. you wanted to keep those moments locked away, selfish as it was, because they were the only pieces of him you could truly have.

you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. the weight of it all, the longing, the jealousy, the constant aching in your chest, was suffocating. it felt like you were drowning in it, but no one else could see the water rising around you.

and kirishima, in all his obliviousness, kept being... kirishima. warm. friendly. kind. the way he always had been. the way he always would be.

to everyone but you.

it was late, past midnight, and you couldn’t sleep. you’d been tossing and turning for hours, your mind a mess of tangled thoughts and worries, until finally, you gave up. you needed air. space. something to clear your head before you completely lost it.

the agency’s office was quiet, the city outside dark and still. the only light came from the faint glow of a lamp in the corner, casting long shadows on the walls. you didn’t expect anyone else to be there so late.

but there he was, sitting on the couch, head in his hands.

your heart lurched at the sight of him. he looked... upset. kirishima was always so upbeat, so positive, even after everything. seeing him like this, with his shoulders slumped and his usual energy drained, felt wrong.

"kiri?" you asked softly, stepping closer. "what’s going on?"

he looked up at you, his eyes tired and a little red, like he hadn’t been doing much sleeping either. he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"hey," he said, his voice low and rough. "yeah, i’m fine. just... thinking."

you didn’t believe him, not for a second, but you didn’t push. instead, you sat down next to him, close enough to offer comfort but not so close that it felt like you were intruding.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. he just stared down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, and you waited, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. you weren’t sure if you could handle hearing him talk about her again, not tonight, but you’d listen. of course, you’d listen. because that’s what you always did.

"it’s stupid," he muttered, shaking his head. "i’m probably just overthinking it."

"hey," you said gently. "it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you. you can tell me."

he lets out a long breath, running a hand through his messy red hair, and then he turns to you. for the first time in a long while, you felt like he was really seeing you, like you weren’t just another face in the background of his life.

"i've been such an idiot, haven't i?" he said, his voice soft, a little laugh undercutting the heaviness. "i don’t know why it took me so long to realise it. you’ve always been there, and i– i don’t think i deserve it, not after everything."

but he smiled, one of those warm smiles that made your chest ache in the worst way. his hand tightened around yours, grounding you. 

it felt surreal, like your heart was playing tricks on you. "kiri..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if saying his name would make this moment shatter.

your heart was racing now, your mind struggling to catch up with your emotions. after all this time, after all the longing, the endless nights of wondering if he would ever see you, really see you, he was right here. saying this.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly. he shifted closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, his red eyes searching yours for something. hope, forgiveness, anything. "i’ve spent so much time chasing after what i thought i wanted, when... everything i needed was right here. i’ve been blind, and i’m sorry. i know i’ve hurt you."

you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in your eyes. the weight of months. no, years of silent pining suddenly crushed you all at once. you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, tangled with emotion.

that’s when he gently cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. his touch was soft, careful. so unlike the rough hero you knew, but so perfectly him.

"i don’t want to mess this up," kirishima said, his voice low and sincere. "i’ve been thinking a lot lately, and i know i’ve been looking in the wrong places. i thought it was someone else, but it’s you. it’s always been you."

your breath hitched, and suddenly the walls you've built around your heart, the ones you had so carefully constructed to keep yourself from breaking, began to crumble. you were so used to hiding your feelings, to locking them away where no one, not even kirishima, could find them. but now, sitting here with him, you felt exposed. vulnerable. but in the best way.

"why didn’t you say anything?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of relief and disbelief. "i’ve been here... i’ve been right here, kiri."

"i know." his voice was soft, tinged with regret. "and i’ve been too scared to see it. to admit it to myself. i kept thinking you deserved better, that i wasn't good enough for you. but i can’t stand the thought of losing you, not like this. not when there’s still a chance."

you wanted to laugh at how absurd it all was, how you’d both spent so long in your own heads, thinking you weren’t good enough for each other. you wiped away another tear, feeling the tension start to drain from your body.

“so, what now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

kirishima looked at you, his eyes filled with something you’d only ever dreamed of seeing there: longing. for you. "now? now we stop being so scared. i don’t want to keep avoiding this anymore. i don’t want to push you away when you’re everything i’ve been needing."

he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "i want this. us. if you’ll have me."

it felt like time like the universe had shifted into place after being off balance for so long. you smiled, really smiled this time and the knot in your chest finally began to loosen. "kiri," you said, your voice soft but steady, "i’ve wanted this for so long. i never stopped."

his grin widened, that signature, toothy smile you loved, and before you knew it, his arms were around you, pulling you into his warmth. it felt like coming home, like all the pain and longing had finally led to this moment, where everything made sense.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he murmured into your hair, his voice filled with quiet determination. “not without you.”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling of him holding you. his heartbeat steady and strong against your chest, his presence so real. you weren’t just someone on the sidelines anymore. you weren’t the friend watching from a distance.

you were the one he wanted. and this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.

finally, finally, you were where you belonged. right here. with him.

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5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie | Part 1: The Convenience Store

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Eijiro Kirishima x Femme Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Tension, Hero Situations, Eijiro Kirishima is a Pro Hero

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5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie

Part 1: The Convenience Store

It is a rainy Tuesday night and you are absolutely exhausted from work. On your way home to your apartment, you decide to stop by a local bodega for some junk food. You have been looking forward to binge watching a trashy reality TV show all day long, and some potato chips would be the perfect snack to munch on as you enjoy the juicy TV drama.

The bodega’s glass sliding door opens with a squeak as you hastily fold up your dripping umbrella. You shiver as the cool store AC hits your wet skin, and goose bumps flare across your bare arms. The day had started out deceptively warm, and you hadn’t dressed for the weather. You are deeply regretting the choice to wear the navy sleeveless dress that is now clinging to your body and dripping a puddle onto the dull bodega carpet. Oh well – you will be home in just a few minutes and will be able to step into a hot shower soon enough.

You grab a shopping basket and wander the aisles, eager to satiate your cravings for salty crisps. The store is unusually empty for the hour – the sudden rain must have kept most people inside. The only other people present are the elderly cashier, and a man pursuing the energy drinks in one of the freezers. The other patron is keenly focused on a bottle of purple Gatorade - intently reading the ingredient list on the drink’s packaging. You pay no attention to this other customer as you locate the snack aisle and load up your basket with chip bags boasting a variety of fun flavors (BBQ chips?? Yes please!). The aisles are tall – stacked ceiling high with boxes and bags containing every flavor of chip one could imagine.

SMASH! A loud crash reverberates throughout the tiny store, followed by the sound of small objects scattering across the vinyl floor. A deep voice booms out: “This is a hold up. Give me all the money in that register. And make it quick – I don’t think either of us wants any trouble.” You freeze; blood running cold in your veins as you quickly put the pieces of the situation together.

“I swear old man – I’ve got a special quirk that will make your life all kinds of painful unless you Hand. Over. The. Cash.”

You move slowly along the aisle, looking for a gap in the snack shelves so you can better assess the situation. Through a small space between cereal boxes, the situation comes into view – the man that you had seen shopping for sports drinks is now standing menacingly over the check out counter. He is around six feet tall with sharp features; a simple black domino mask obscured his eyes. Clad entirely in black, he stands with his right arm gripping the linoleum countertop, the other poised grotesquely above the cashier’s balding head. It takes you a moment to put together exactly what you were seeing – the villain’s right arm was a gigantic crab claw! If the situation weren’t so tense, you would have died from laughter. The scene is ridiculous – the man’s arm (claw) is twice the length of a typical human arm and had a bright, shiny red hue. This kind of mutation quirk always gives you a start – the unnatural way the man’s body blends seamlessly with the extra large claw is uncanny.

            The shop cashier looks up at the villain with terror in his eyes. He seems absolutely frozen on the spot as the masked robber clicks his claw menacingly. With a start, you notice that the inside of the claw is wickedly sharp. The villain flashes it dangerously towards the cashier’s neck to drive a sense of urgency.

            You assess your options. Your quirk isn’t particularly powerful, but it definitely has some use here. If you could just get a little bit closer to the situation, you could probably use it to distract the villain long enough to get the cashier out of harm’s way. You stretch out your hand to activate your quirk, but stopped dead when you feel a warm, rough hand clamp around your mouth from behind.

You try to scream, but the sound comes out muffled. Adrenaline floods your veins as you prepared to fight for your life. You hadn’t heard someone sneak up behind you, and you squirm in an effort to get away. An arm reaches out to steady you, and it’s owner whispers: “Sorry to startle you – I’m here to help.” The soft, gravely voice sends a fresh wave of goose bumps down your chilled skin. You turn to see one of the year’s top heroes - the Red Riot - crouched over you in the snack aisle. You’d recognize that trademark red spiky hair anywhere. Your body starts to relax a bit – things are under control and a hero is here!

Over the past few years, Red Riot has been making quite a name for himself in the media as a dependable, chivalrous hero. You’ve often watched his battles and rescues play out on the television – not only was he a skilled hero, but also he was kind and genuine. His interviews were your favorite – he always found such nice things to say about his teammates and the people he rescued. And he wasn’t bad to look at either.

He’s clearly not on duty – his usual simple costume has been traded in for a black t-shirt, jeans and a soft red hoodie. Your heart skips a beat. He’s so totally hot. When he realizes you’re not going to scream and give away his position to the villain, he releases you from his embrace. He smiles reassuringly, and the warmth of his grins reaches his eyes.

“I’m going to get you out of this.” He promises.

For a second there, you completely forgot about the convenience store hold up occurring feet away from where the two of you were crouched. Your senses are clouded by the closeness of Red Riot, who is still holding you steady with his muscular arms. When he realizes his touch is lingering a bit longer than necessary, he quickly pulls away. He shifts to peer over your shoulder through the small cereal box window. The movement brings him ever so slightly closer to you, and you find yourself inhaling the sweet scent of clean laundry. You lean the tiniest bit closer to him.

But back to the situation at hand – you can hear the crab clawed villain barking commands at the cashier. He wants all the money from the register as well as a roll of lotto tickets. He must be either extremely overconfident or incredibly good at crime – because this man is taking his time! Red Riot scowls as he watches the scene unfold. You can see his body tensing as he prepares for a confrontation. With a look of determination, he turns to you and whispers “stay quiet and out of sight. I’m going to go distract the villain and try to de-escalate the situation. If things get physical – run. There’s a dumpling shop across the street – get someone there to call the police.”

His red eyes bore into your own. There’s something so intense and hot about him. You feel a strange connection pulling you closer to this man, closer to the heat of his body.

            “W-wait.” You whisper. “I can help!”

            You point to the man with the crab claw – he still has the Gatorade bottle in the pocket of his pants. To his left you see a palette of energy drinks waiting to be restocked. “With my quirk I can control small amounts of liquid. I can distract him by levitating all those energy drinks at once. I’ll suspend them in the air and bring them all crashing down on top of him, giving you time to get the cashier out of harm’s way.”

            Red Riot smiles appreciatively. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid I can’t ask you to put yourself in danger like that. I’ll handle this on my own. Just keep quiet and get across the street, okay?”

            You make a face. You don’t understand why he won’t let you help. After all, the villain seems untrained and unfocused. His claw hand can’t do much damage to a bunch of small, moving targets.

            “Trust me.” Red Riot reaches for your hand. He places the pads of your fingers on his palm. You can feel him activating his hardening quirk beneath your fingers as his skin slowly becomes rougher. “I was built for this.”

            You nod, unable to argue. His quirk makes his skin feel smooth and strong like the bark of an oak tree. You press your fingers lightly into the center of his hand, but there’s no give. Reflexively, he closes his fingers around your own, causing electricity to shoot through your hand at the intimate touch. Red Riot’s eyes widen, an apology already at his lips. You quickly slip your hand out from his grasp.

“Good luck, Red Riot.” You tap the hardened skin on his forearm. “You’re right – definitely built for this.”

            He grins, seemingly basking in the compliment.

            “That’s right – just leave this to me!” He whispers back. “Stay safe, okay?”

Red Riot army crawls down the aisle. You watch as he slowly steps out from behind the shelves and approaches the counter confidently, grabbing a bag of BBQ chips on the way. The poor cashier is now filling a grocery bag with money from the register as the crab armed villain hulks over him, sneering and clicking his claw. The villain doesn’t even seem to hear Red Riot approaching him from behind.

            In two strides, Red Riot closes the distance and reaches out to tap the villain on his crabby shoulder.

            “Excuse me, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the counter. Other people want to check out.” As he says this, he pointedly tosses his bag of chips onto the shiny linoleum counter.

            The crab villain whirls around, face full of fury. His eyes widen and his face contorts in fury when he realizes whom he’s talking to. The villain wastes no time – he propels himself away from the counter, whirling his deadly sharp arm towards Red Riot.

Crack!

The arm makes contact with Red Riot’s rock hard skin. The hero smiles smugly, his right arm taking the brunt of the blow.

“Why don’t we take this down a notch, sir? I’m clearly a match for your quirk, and the police are already on their way. There’s no need to fight, we can just talk - ”

            The villain moves surprisingly swiftly, shifting around Red Riot’s outstretched arm and reaching to position his claw around Red Riot’s neck. The hero’s facial expression shifts to surprise – he wasn’t expecting a villain with such a cumbersome quirk to be able to move so languidly. The crab villain slowly starts to press down his claw around the hero’s neck. Red Riot is making a face that clearly says “Oh, shit.”

You turn and desperately reach your hand through the gap in the cereal box display, pointing your fingertips at the villain and willing your Quirk to activate. Almost instantly, the Gatorade bottle resting half full in the villain’s back pocket lifts into the air as all of the liquid rushes towards the top of the container. You focus all of your concentration on the bottle.

Unfortunately, you never had a lot of opportunity to train and refine your quirk as you had pursued an educational track that prioritized tech and computer skills over quirk competence. However, you had a grasp on the fundamentals of how your quirk worked – and you figured if you could just distract the crab villain for a moment, you could give Red Riot a chance to regroup.

The villain pressed his sharp claw further around Red Riot’s neck. You could hear an ominous cracking notice – and you hoped desperately that the sound wasn’t the hero’s thick skin crumbling beneath his assailant’s grasp. You began to feel a sickening mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins and you try to renew your concentration. The liquid inside the bottle begins to boil – the water fizzing and popping in the small confined space. You shakily will the bottle to float up and behind the villain’s head.

Red Riot uses his hardened hands to try to break the villain’s grasp, but the crabby grip holds fast. The villain is intensely focused on trying to crush Red Riot’s windpipe, and so he is completely taken by surprise when the bottle of Gatorade explodes and hits the back of his head with a splash of scalding purple liquid. The villain howls in pain – both hands reflexively flying to cradle the back of his burned head. In his pain and fury, he unwittingly releases Red Riot from his grasp. The red headed hero is quick to take advantage of the situation – dropping to the ground and sweeping a strong leg beneath the villain’s own. The crab-clawed villain comes crashing to the ground with a large “thud.”

Red Riot wastes no time, dropping on top of the villain to pin disproportionate arms to the ground.

“Sir, you’re under arrest for armed robbery and for engaging in combat with a licensed hero. The police will be here shortly to take your statement - but in the meantime please stop resisting.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as Red Riot continues to hold the villain tightly to the ground. Behind the counter’s register, the convenience store clerk still stands frozen, holding a wad of bills in bills in a vice-like grip.

You hear the metallic slide of the store’s automatic doors followed by several pairs of heavy boots off to your right. Within a few seconds, a team of police officers comes into view, their starched blue shirts bright in the florescent lighting.

At the sight of the police, the crab villain finally seems to give up fighting – his body sagging to the ground beneath Red Riot. The hero holds his position, eyeing the villain’s mutant arm warily. Even from a distance, you can tell his hardening quirk is still activated – he isn’t taking any chances.

“Great job, Red Riot! We’ll take it from here.” A tall officer with a glinting badge steps forward and uses a length of metal cord to bind the villain’s large clawed arm. “We’ve been after this guy for weeks!”

Red Riot smiles as he steps back and lets the police team capture his assailant. He turns and meets your eyes through the space in the cereal box wall. He grins at you, his dark eyes wink a quick “thanks” in your direction as he detectives whisk him away for questioning.

“Miss – are you alright?” You let out a small squeak of surprise, turning to find a short female officer with a tight bun of dark hair coming around the corner of the aisle. You look down at yourself – crouching like a wild animal in a soggy, rain-drenched dress.

“I’ve definitely had better days.” You laugh, allowing the policewoman to help you to your feet. You feel the adrenaline slowly start to melt away, leaving you feeling shaky and a bit lightheaded. You can’t think of the last time you used your quirk, so you’re sure the little stunt you pulled to save Red Riot has impacted your stamina.

“Mind if we ask you a few questions about what happened here?” The officer asks, motioning for you to follow her to the front of the store where the crab villain is being checked for weapons.

“No, not at all!” You wrap your arms around yourself and attempt to bring some warmth back into your body.          

The police had a lot of questions. Apparently this villain had been evading them for quite sometime. He had been robbing convenience stores across several cities. He was quick, efficient, and sometimes even deadly – having injured half a dozen clerks and store patrons in his mad pursuit of cash.

“We heard that you used your quirk to get Red Riot out of a spot of trouble.” The policewoman with the bun taps a pen to a pad of paper thoughtfully. Her tone isn’t accusatory; she’s just stating facts. “The unsanctioned use of a quirk in combat is illegal, but since you were put in a potentially life threatening situation and you were in under the supervision of a pro hero, the Good Samaritan law should cover your actions today.”

 You feel the last bit of energy absolutely drain out of you and you reach out to grab a nearby store shelf for support. Illegal? The thought of breaking the law hadn’t even crossed your mind. You had just acted on pure instinct when you saw Red Riot in trouble. You start to shiver more violently as the weight of what you’ve done fully sinks in. The policewoman quickly waves to another officer and you find yourself being guided to a chair.

“Miss - it seems like you’re in shock. Please take some deep breaths and we’ll get you to a hospital shortly to get checked out, alright?” The officer pats your hand kindly and pockets her notepad. She walks out of view to call a medical team with her colleagues and you are momentarily left alone in the corner of the store. You stare at the ground, your head feeling fuzzy and cold. It was so stupid to use your quirk so recklessly like that! You admonish yourself silently. You’re sure that Red Riot could have gotten himself out of that bad situation given time – he was a top hero after all! You were just so worried and eager to help…

A soft material engulfs your shoulders. “You’re freezing! Here – take my sweatshirt.” You turn and see Red Riot standing behind you, his strong hands pressing his large red hoodie around your shoulders. He smooths the plush material around you, and you shiver at the contact.

“I couldn’t possibly take this!” You said weakly despite your body hungrily leaning into the warmth of his touch and the offered piece of clothing.

“It’s too late – it’s already yours. Consider it a thank you for saving me back there.” Red Riot grins, showing off a row of pointed teeth. You gratefully accept the gift – tucking your arms into the floppy sleeves. You’re practically swimming in sweatshirt.

“I really shouldn’t have done that.” You look down, ashamed. “You had the situation under control, and it was irresponsible to use my quirk like that. You even told me not to help earlier.” You shake your head, and then blush when you realize you’re probably showering the chivalrous hero in raindrops.

“Don’t beat yourself up about that at all! While it’s true that a Pro can always break out of a tough spot, someone once told me that ‘meddling where you don’t need to is the essence of a hero.’ You moved without thinking to help me when I needed it. That took guts.” His grin widens. “I’m so lucky that such a strong person was looking out for me from the cereal section.”

You laugh, cheeks blushing at the compliment. He’s just so…handsome, grinning roguishly at you with his deep, dark eyes.

“Your quirk is really strong, too. What was that – liquid manipulation? Have you ever trained your quirk?” You’re taken aback by the sincerity of his interest in your small little quirk.

“Not really – I had the standard quirk class in elementary school where we are evaluated and learn how to control the basics of each of our quirks. Beyond that, I never had much interest in it. I can make small amounts of liquid float, boil and freeze. It’s not particularly powerful, but I can make a mean pot of soup with it.” You smile, appreciating the attention you’re receiving from the hero. “I went to a specialty high school focused on business and marketing, so I pretty much avoided any quirk training or hero-focused track. Exploding that little Gatorade bottle was probably the crux of my power.”

“Well it was incredible! I feel like you’re really underselling yourself – I see so much potential in you and your quirk. With just a little training, I think you could really do some damage.” Red Riot says excitedly, talking animatedly with his hands. You laugh, picturing yourself in some ridiculous hero suit parading around the city splashing boiling water on legions of seafood-themed villains.

“Surprisingly, the hero life is just not for me!” You grin before a wave of shivers wracks through your body. Is this from shock? Or is it the damp cold of your rain soaked dress finally catching your attention.

Red Riot instantly notices your discomfort and shakes his head thoughtfully before saying: “Stay here a minute, I have an idea.” He scampers away and you’re left alone again. You focus on taking a few deep, calming breaths as you zip the hoodie up to your chin. You inhale deeply and realize that the red fabric smells comforting and sweet – a combination of mint and cedar wood. You deeply breathe in the scent of Red Riot, and you feel your panic ebb away. You’re steeped in exhaustion as you slouch against the hard plastic chair.

A moment later, Red Riot re-appears, holding a steaming Styrofoam cup. “I made you some peppermint tea.” He says shyly, holding out the hot cup. “It always makes me feel better after a fight – I thought it might do the same for you.”

You take the cup gratefully and tip it back for a sip. He holds out a hand to stop you. “Careful, it’s hot. Give it a second to cool so you don’t burn your mouth.”

“Thank you so much, Red Riot. I really appreciate all you’ve done today.” You’re too tired to care that you sound like a fan girl.

“Hey, call me Eijiro. After what we’ve been through together, we should be on a first name basis.” To your surprise, his cheeks tint pink as he shares his first name. You smile softly and share your own nickname. He repeats it back to you, seeming to like the way your name rolls on his tongue.

“It’s nice to meet you Eijiro.” You feel the warmth of the tea sinking into your icy hands.

“So what were you buying here at the store anyway? Let me go get you a cart and – oh, hold on!” He absentmindedly leans in close to you, reaching out to pull a stray wet strand of hair away from your face. He tucks it gently behind your ear. “We should really get you a hair dryer or something!” He laughs, “You’re still soaking wet!” Despite just having met, the touch is so intimate and familiar. You lean towards him, wanting him to touch you again with his strong, capable hero fingertips.

“Red Riot – the press is outside waiting to interview you.” A police officer calls over, snapping you both back to reality. “They’re eager to hear about how you apprehended the villain. For the sake of her privacy, let’s leave this young lady’s roll in the capture out of it.”

Eijiro snaps to attention, his hand still hovering close to your face. He turns to give the officer a thumbs up. “Sounds good to me! I’ll be right there.”

He moves to look at you again. His eyes are wide and his expression intrigued. “They’re going to take you to the hospital to make sure everything looks okay. They’ll probably keep you overnight for observation until you’re out of shock. I’m sure they’ll take good care of you, cutie.” He stands to walk out of the store. “Thanks for saving my life – I hope to hear from you soon!”

And with a wave, he strides away towards the press team waiting outside. You look down into your tea, confused and quietly delighted at his hope to hear from you. You have absolutely no idea how you would ever contact him again, but the sentiment and the term of endearment he had used is sweet. Ever the chivalrous hero.

The next few hours are a whirlwind of tests and scans and interviews with police officers and doctors alike. Despite your protests, an ambulance whisks you away to the closest hospital and you are kept under observation just as Red Riot - Eijiro ­- had predicted. The staff is courteous and sweet, praising you for your roll in the incident when the police officers tip them off. You’re given comfortable clothes to borrow and access to a hot shower adjacent to your hospital room.

When you finally sink into the hospital bed, it’s pitch black outside. You flick on the grainy old TV that’s mounted above your bed and flick through the channels until you stop to see a familiar face on the local news.

Red Riot is smiling down at you from the TV set, his eyes warm as he answers the questions of various reporters.

“I was just shopping for some ramen when I noticed the villain. Weird coincidence that I just happened to be at the same store as him!” The hero laughs, rubbing his hand behind his head. “I’m thankful to the store patrons and the clerk who stayed calm as I handled the situation.”

“Red Riot – did you have any difficulty subduing the victim?”

Eijiro pauses to think for a moment before carefully saying “There was a moment that he had the drop on me, but a really cute shopper distracted him for me and allowed me to get the upper hand.”

“You’re so humble, Red Riot. I’m sure you had everything under control.”

Eijiro shakes his head. “I don’t want to encourage recklessness, but I do want to make it clear that you don’t need to be a Pro to be someone’s hero. The woman who helped me today – her bravery and willingness to act even when things were scary is what true heroism looks like. I’m grateful to her, and I hope that I’ll be able to see her again soon.”

The reporters continue to fawn over Red Riot for a few more minutes – peppering him with more questions that he cheekily answers. He avoids revealing any additional details about you despite the reporter’s needling and prodding. Soon the news broadcast ends, and the anchor appears on screen and starts discussing upcoming movie releases.

You sit with your mouth gaping open. Had you really made such a lasting impression on the sturdy hero? You feel your heartbeat increase at the thought, causing the heart monitors strapped to your chest to peep and whir. A nurse appears at your side in an instant, and you bashfully explain to her that you are fine – just a bit overexcited from the day’s events. Once she is assuaged, you return to flipping through channels before settling on reruns of The Bachelor. This wasn’t the soapy TV series you had been looking forward to all day, but it was as close as you are going to get at this point. You let the show run and before long you are dozing in the propped up hospital bed, dreaming of seafood villains and heroes with bright hair and dark, endless eyes.

When you’re finally ready to check out from the hospital the next day, the nurse at the front desk presents you with your belongings. Your wallet, your high heeled work shoes, and an extra large bright red hoodie. “Oh – I forgot about this.” You gratefully accept the sweatshirt and shrug it on. It swings around you like a trench coat, fluffy and warm. You can still smell traces of cedar wood on the collar.

You walk out of the hospital and into a surprisingly sunny day, metallic sliding doors parting for you as you exit. You sink your hands into the hoodie’s overlarge pockets and are surprised to feel a rectangular square object tucked into the deep right pocket. Had Eijiro left a piece of gum in his hoodie? You fish it out with your index and pointer fingers – it’s a small folded up piece of paper ripped from a notepad. Upon closer inspection, you notice that it’s branded with the convenience store’s faded logo. You guess it was ripped from the clerk’s register notepad.

Curious, you unfold the small wad of paper. Written hastily across the note is a messy scrawl of digits and the words: Would love to take you to dinner some time, cutie. Thanks for rescuing me. – Eijiro.

            Oh my God. He gave you his number. A warm blush creeps up your face as your eyes run across the note over and over again. What a crazy 24 hours it has been! You reach into your purse to grab your phone. With shaky hands you add “Eijiro Kirishima” as a contact in your phone, adding a few rock emojis and a bright red crab emoji beside his name. He’d probably find that hilarious.

            You draft up a fresh text to the red headed hero and type: “In need of rescuing tonight – the villain: hunger and boredom. In need of a hero who knows the perfect ramen spot.” You hit send and hold your breath. What if he’s on patrol tonight? You worry. What if he was just being nice and doesn’t actually see you again?

            Your worries are totally baseless, because within seconds you have a reply: “I’m more than up for this mission – meet me in front of the convenience store at 8. Wear the sweatshirt so I’ll recognize you in the crowd?” He ends it with a winking emoji and your heartbeat quickens. You officially have a date set with Eijiro Kirishima – the Red Riot.

Your hero.

Thanks so much for reading!!!

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Other Kirishima Stories:

Headcannon: Kirishima LOVES wearing Bakugo's clothes.

🦈❤️Boyfriend!Kirishima ❤️🦈

A Long, *Hard* Night with Eijiro Kirishima (A18+ - MDNI!!!) 💋

Link to My Master List 😬

[mysicklove-main]

A/N: I saw a head cannon once that said Kirishima wants like six kids and it never left my mind.

Your husband gives you those eyes again. The fourth time this has happened. "Hey. No. No. No. Stop it! We are not having another one!"

Eijiro lets out a hushed, but dramatic whine, as he leans over his six month old daughters crib. "But she needs a sister," He pouts and you scoff at him.

"She already has two older brothers." You reason as you lead him out of the nursery and shut the door softly. He follows at your heels, grabbing your waist from behind. His large, very much pro-hero frame presses up against you and like usual, you are trapped in it. He leans down and begins leave small kisses along your neck.

"But isn't she so cute? Cmon we already have three, how hard could one more be?" He purrs and you sigh in his hold.

"Easy for you to say. I don't wanna go through another nine months of hell." He chuckles at you, vibrations go up your spine at it.

"But you look so pretty pregnant."

"You are a pervert."

"Only for my beautiful wife and the mother of my children."

You look over at the door just across the hall. The room your three and five year old share. You hear their hushed giggles, trying not to caught past bedtime and smile.

"You really want another one?" He twirls you around, forcing you to look up at him and grins, pressing his lips to yours.

Eijiro, after a long moment, peels himself away and whispers dreamily, "Yes. Or two or three more..." You lightly punch him and he laughs.

"Alright, one more. But that's it Eijiro!" He lifts you up effortlessly and twirls you around, just like he did the other three times. You giggle and he kisses you again.

He begins to walk backwards, leading you toward the entrance of your bedroom. "Alright. One more. For now...."

You raise your eyebrows at him and pull away dramatically. "Never mind. I take it back. We are getting you a vasectomy." You push him out of the room and shut the door in his face.

He gasps and whisper yells, trying not to wake his daughter. "Babe, I'm just joking! Cmon don't be like this! I need to be in the room if we want another baby!"

After a couple second of his pleading, you give in. You giggle in triumph before swiftly opening the door and dragging him in toward the bed.

With the years to come, you guys compromised. Which meant that the two of you had five children. Even then, Eijiro still tried to ask for another. He was not successful.

[lizandbo]

Kirishima confessing hcs

Sorry if I haven’t been posting in like months… but when I started the other time I forced myself to write a lot and at a point it wasn’t enjoyable… like I tried posting every week and idk it was just too much stress. So I’m gonna go on my own pace but post may be often(?)

masterlist

He’d be like super happy when y’all actually get together 

Kirishima would be like a lil puppy:,)

But like when he confessed?

He’s gonna be nervous even tho he’s usually confident, like he would be completely beet red like his hair… or shaky like tamaki 

But he ain’t a pussy tho and plus he thinks it’s manly when the man confesses first in a relationship 

I mean any normal human being would be nervous to an extent

So he would be coming up to all excited yet nervous at the same time 

He’d be like “hey y/n!” you turn your head over n like be faced with a happy Kirishima 

He comes over on the couch next to you and kinda subtlety wraps an arm around your shoulders lovingly 

“Hey uhh, I wanted to talk to you for a long time and I didn’t really know how to word it without being so weird or awkward” eijiro looked away from your gaze and went back to the eye contact you guys were having “I-….I really like you…?”

Kiri looked away again, semi scared about your answer 

She shocked expression on his face was immaculate once he heard you say you liked him back 

He didn’t really know that you were into physical touch or not, he’s kinda dense at those things but he gave you a great big hug:)

His hugs are awesome too tho 

They’re like really warm and fuzzy feeling, and like your all in his arms and everything 

But yeah the confession wasn’t too awkward but it wasn’t the most confident thing either 

He kinda beat himself over the fact that he wasn’t as confident as he thought he was gonna be 

But boo gotta realize not everyone is perfect for a really nerve-wracking confession

[his-lune]

☾. kirishima eijirou masterlist ☽

-`♡´- key -`♡´-

angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shot

ᯓ★ coming soon...

☾. series

ᯓ★ coming soon...

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

Might write a 2-3 part one-shot series about surfer y/n x mershark Kirishima. Thoughts?

[zapreportsblog]

All I Could Ever Have pt. 2

➥ pt. 1 “All I Could Ever Want”

➥ summary: this story foretells Kirishima journey into the hero world, how he found love and how his life changed.

The sun shone brightly on the special day as Kirishima Eijiro and his beloved (Y/n) stood at the altar, their hearts brimming with love and anticipation. It was a day they had dreamed about, the culmination of their journey together. The venue was adorned with flowers and decorations, a testament to the joyous occasion that awaited them.

The guest seats filled up quickly, adorned with familiar faces from U.A. High School. The faculty, including Principal Nezu and all the teachers, sat in the front row, their smiles reflecting their pride and joy for the couple. Class 1-A, 1-B, and 1-C were scattered throughout, their uniforms exchanged for elegant attire to mark the special occasion.

Kirishima couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/n), their eyes meeting with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment when they would declare their love and commitment to each other in front of their loved ones.

The music swelled, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. The aisle filled with the gentle sound of footsteps as the bridal party made their way towards the altar. Kirishima's groomsmen, including Midoriya, Bakugo, and the rest of Class 1-A, stood beside him, their smiles filled with genuine happiness.

As the bridal party took their places, the audience rose in anticipation. All eyes were on the entrance, waiting for the sight of (Y/n) in her wedding gown. And then, she appeared, escorted by her father. Gasps of awe echoed through the venue as she walked gracefully, a vision of beauty and elegance.

Kirishima's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of (Y/n), a radiant smile gracing her lips. She was everything he had ever dreamed of and more, and in that moment, he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her.

The ceremony proceeded with heartfelt vows, exchanged promises of love and devotion. Kirishima's voice trembled with emotion as he looked into (Y/n)'s eyes, expressing his deepest emotions. "(Y/n), from the moment I met you, my life changed for the better. You have shown me what it means to be loved unconditionally, and I promise to always be by your side, through thick and thin. I will be your rock, your support, and your partner in every adventure life brings."

Tears glistened in (Y/n)'s eyes as she spoke her vows, her voice filled with emotion. "Kirishima, you have brought so much joy and strength into my life. With you, I have found a love that is unyielding and pure. I promise to cherish and support you, to be your strength in times of weakness, and to love you with all that I am."

Their vows echoed through the venue, intertwining their hearts and sealing their commitment. The crowd erupted in applause and tears of joy, their love and support filling the room.

As the ceremony continued, the couple exchanged rings, a symbol of their eternal bond. The officiant pronounced them as partners for life, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

The celebration continued into the night, as the newlyweds danced their first dance as husband and wife. Classmates, teachers, and friends joined them on the dance floor, sharing in the joy and love that filled the room. The night was filled with laughter, heartfelt speeches, and memories that would be cherished for a lifetime.

Among the guests, Midoriya and the rest of Class 1-A took turns expressing their love and admiration for the couple. Their speeches were filled with fond memories, shared laughter, and wishes for a future filled with happiness and love.

The evening wore on, and the couple shared their first slice of cake, feeding each other with playful smiles and giggles. The room was filled with joy and warmth, a testament to the love that surrounded Kirishima and (Y/n).

As the night came to a close, Kirishima and (Y/n) stole a quiet moment together, away from the celebration. They stood hand in hand, gazing at the starry night sky, grateful for the love and support that had brought them to this moment.

"(Y/n), today has been the happiest day of my life," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I am so grateful to have you as my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. Together, we will face every challenge, celebrate every joy, and create a lifetime of beautiful memories."

(Y/n) leaned into Kirishima's embrace, her heart overflowing with love. "Kirishima, I am truly blessed to have you by my side. You bring light into my life, and I promise to love you with all that I am, now and forever."

In that moment, surrounded by the love and support of their friends and family, Kirishima and (Y/n) knew that their journey as husband and wife was just beginning. They had found their forever in each other, and with unwavering love and unity, they would face whatever challenges and joys awaited them in the future.

•••

Kirishima and (Y/n) stood in their cozy living room, their hearts pounding with excitement and anticipation. It had been a few months since their wedding, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. But today, they were about to embark on a new chapter, one that would forever change their lives.

The couple had been discussing their future, their dreams, and aspirations. Their love had grown deeper with each passing day, and their thoughts had naturally turned towards starting a family. Little did they know, their wish was about to come true.

(Y/n) held a small white stick in her hand, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. Kirishima watched her intently, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this moment held the potential to change their lives forever.

"(Y/n), is it...?" Kirishima's voice trailed off, his own excitement evident in his eyes.

(Y/n) nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Kirishima. We're going to have a baby. We're going to be parents."

The room seemed to spin as the magnitude of their news sank in. Kirishima's eyes filled with tears of joy, his voice choked with emotion. "I... I can't believe it. We're going to be parents," he repeated, his voice filled with wonder and love.

(Y/n) moved towards him, the stick still clutched tightly in her hand. Kirishima enveloped her in a warm embrace, his arms providing a sense of security and comfort. They stood together, their hearts connected, as they embraced the beautiful reality that lay before them.

As the days turned into weeks, Kirishima and (Y/n) immersed themselves in the preparations for their little one's arrival. They transformed a room into a nursery, filling it with love and care. They spent hours researching baby names, discussing parenting styles, and reading books on pregnancy and childbirth.

Throughout the process, their bond grew stronger. Kirishima admired (Y/n)'s strength and grace as she navigated the changes in her body. He made sure she was well taken care of, attending doctor's appointments together, and comforting her during moments of doubt or discomfort.

Together, they experienced the joy of feeling their baby's first movements, the fluttering kicks that reminded them of the precious life growing inside (Y/n). They would spend hours lying together, their hands resting on her belly, sharing intimate moments as they imagined the future.

As (Y/n)'s pregnancy progressed, their excitement grew. They shared the news with their close friends and family, who showered them with love and support. Their classmates from U.A. High School, now fellow heroes, offered their congratulations and words of encouragement.

One evening, as Kirishima and (Y/n) sat on the couch, the baby's nursery taking shape in the next room, Kirishima couldn't help but reflect on their journey. He turned to (Y/n), his voice filled with awe and love.

"(Y/n), I never imagined that our love would create something so beautiful," Kirishima began, his voice filled with emotion. "Seeing you as a mother, carrying our child, it's the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed. I am in awe of your strength and the love that radiates from you."

(Y/n) smiled, her hand resting on her belly. "And I am grateful every day for you, Kirishima. You've been my rock, my pillar of support. I couldn't ask for a better partner to go on this journey with."

Their love enveloped the room, a tangible presence that spoke volumes. They knew that their lives were about to change in ways they couldn't fully comprehend, but they were ready to face it all with unwavering love and unity.

As they prepared to welcome their little one into the world, Kirishima and (Y/n) knew that their love and dedication would be the foundation upon which they would build their family. They embraced the challenges and joys of parenthood with open hearts, knowing that their love would guide them every step of the way.

With each passing day, as (Y/n)'s belly grew and the anticipation built, Kirishima and (Y/n) cherished the precious moments, eagerly awaiting the day they would hold their baby in their arms.

•••

The hospital room was filled with a sense of anticipation as Kirishima and (Y/n) prepared to welcome their long-awaited bundle of joy into the world. The air was filled with a mix of nervous excitement and uncontainable joy, their hearts overflowing with love.

(Y/n) gripped Kirishima's hand tightly, her face flushed with anticipation. Kirishima's eyes never left her, his gaze filled with awe and adoration. They had been through countless adventures together, but nothing could compare to this moment.

The medical staff moved around the room, preparing for the birth, their voices hushed with a sense of reverence. The sound of beeping monitors filled the space, serving as a constant reminder of the precious life about to enter the world.

Hours turned into minutes as the moment drew near. With each passing contraction, (Y/n) summoned her inner strength, supported by Kirishima's unwavering presence and encouraging words. Their connection felt stronger than ever as they embarked on this incredible journey together.

And then, with one final push, their world changed forever. The cries of a newborn baby filled the room, echoing through the hearts of all who were present. Tears of joy streamed down (Y/n)'s face as she held their baby for the first time, her heart bursting with love.

"It's a beautiful baby girl," the nurse announced, her voice filled with warmth and joy. Kirishima's eyes filled with tears as he leaned over to get a glimpse of their daughter, his heart swelling with love and pride.

(Y/n) looked up at Kirishima, her voice filled with emotion. "Kirishima, she's perfect. Our little miracle."

Kirishima leaned in to place a gentle kiss on (Y/n)'s forehead, his voice filled with awe and love. "She's everything we ever dreamed of, (Y/n). Our love has created something truly incredible."

As the news of their baby's arrival spread, their friends and family gathered outside the hospital room, eager to catch a glimpse of the newest addition to their lives. Among them were Mina Ashido and Katsuki Bakugo, their closest friends and comrades from U.A. High School.

Mina's eyes were wide with excitement, and Katsuki's expression was a mix of curiosity and anticipation. They had been eagerly awaiting this moment, knowing that they would play a special role in the life of their friends' child.

As the nurse carried the newborn out of the room, Mina and Katsuki stood in awe, their eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in her arms. The baby girl seemed to radiate with a sense of innocence and possibility, capturing their hearts instantly.

(Y/n) smiled at her friends, her voice filled with gratitude and love. "Mina, Katsuki, we would be honored if you would consider being the godparents of our daughter. Your unwavering support and friendship have meant the world to us, and we can't think of anyone better to guide her through life."

Mina's eyes widened with surprise, her face lighting up with joy. Katsuki, on the other hand, looked slightly taken aback before a hint of a smile graced his lips. He exchanged a quick glance with Mina, and they nodded in unison, their determination evident.

"We would be honored," Mina exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "We promise to be there for her, to support and protect her, just like we've always done for you two."

Katsuki, although less expressive, echoed Mina's sentiment. "She's gonna have the best damn godparents, and no one's gonna mess with her. I'll make sure of that."

As the baby was placed in Mina's and Katsuki's arms, a new chapter began for all of them. The room filled with laughter and joy as they celebrated the arrival of their little one, united by their love and dedication.

Kirishima and (Y/n) watched with tears of happiness streaming down their faces, their hearts filled with gratitude. In that moment, they knew that their daughter would be surrounded by a community of love, support, and unwavering protection.

As Mina and Katsuki cradled the baby in their arms, their faces filled with awe and wonder, the bond between them solidified. They were ready to embark on this new role, ready to guide and protect their godchild with every ounce of their being.

And as the day turned into night, the room filled with laughter, stories, and promises for the future. The arrival of their baby girl marked the beginning of a beautiful journey, a journey filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship.

[yourluckieday]

Just imagining Kirishima and Katsuki singing this at Karaoke. This exact version. Like Kiri is singing the actual song, and Bakugou is doing the back up vocals/screams/growls. And I'm just head banging, and having a blast with the rest of the bakusquad.

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[randomveyn]

“what perfume are you using?”

you turned to him confused, pulling away a little from the arm he draped over you

“it smells nice, ‘s all.” he added with a little shrug. but his eyes never leave, still waiting for answers.

you told him you’re not using any, and he looks just as confused. so he did what was natural to him, pulled you in closer and sniffed you around.

“it’s…on your face?” well, he didn’t want to judge. maybe it’s a new trend.

“oh…it’s the sunscreen” oh wow, he almost looked mad, proclaiming it's unfair for just sunscreen to smell so good while the men’s one is pure terrible.

you explained about potential allergens or irritants from fragrance though.

but he said “it’s worth getting fucked up for,” so yeah, he’s getting the same sunscreen as yours.

bakugou, KIRISHIMA, SHINSOU, hawks, TWICE, shigaraki (but he ain't buying it)

[mirkoluvs]

★ MISSING A DATE BECAUSE OF AN INJURY WITH MHA CHARACTERS

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki

note(s): THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1K WTFFFFF 😭😭💞💞💞 also im bringing back the smaus so drop your requests!!!

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

[skymar13]

The gentle hero Eijirou Kirishima

Aged up

The gentle hero who doesn’t treat your little cunt so gently

The gentle hero who loves the way you moan out his name in praise

The gentle hero who loves to suck and play with your nipples making you squirm and moan

The gentle hero who loved that his cock is way too big for you

The gentle hero who loves seeing the bulge in your abdomen every time he plunges in deep

The gentle hero who will never let you touch yourself because your his toy

The gentle hero who will have a three way with his bestfriend lord explosion murder as long as you know who you belong to

The gentle hero who loves to use toys on you finding out which ones make you squirm and cream the most.

The gentle hero who loves to under stimulate your pussy before overstimulating you to tears

The gentle hero who fucks you standing in front of the mirror because you need to see your face as you cum and cry for him

[woodle-isbae]

"Sh-shitt..m'sorry!"

He was practically a mess , shaking beneath you as you sat on his lap , cock sitting snuggly inside you

He had his hands tied behind his back , which rested against the headboard of the bed,hair clung to his forehead , his face a deep red shade as he tried to catch his breath and stop his tears

"I'm not sure if you really are."

Playing mind games with him , he knew he didn't mean to entertain other girls , he was really clueless and thought she was just being kind?

Pathetic

"Pleasepleaseplease-fuck- I won't talk to her , I'll block her please!"

Oh that was music to your ears , kissing him all over his face , covering him in a dark red lipstick before taking his phone , snapping a few pics of him , eyes low and clouded as he made the effort to smile , before posting it on his story

Setting his phone aside , placing your hands on his shoulders and bouncing on him , trying to set a steady pace but you really wanted to cum aswell , just wanting to get to your high

Snap!

The sound of the cuffs breaking rung around the whole room before he set his rough hands on your hips , snapping his at a fast and violent pace to meet your,,weak,, thrusts

"M'Sorry-ah-i can't help myself-"

Mumbling apologies and praises in your ear as he held you closer , promising to make it up to you for this , the grip on your hips far too tight ,,, it's definitely bruising ,,, promising you everything that his fogged up brain can think of

Puffy lips kissing onto your neck , legs shaking as he was nearing his high ,,, both of you knowing it doesn't end there ,,, meanwhile you've already came , fucked out from his ruthless attack on your collarbone and poor pussy

It's gonna be a long night

Armin , Choso , Kirishima , Tamaki , Deku and chosen character