#Kirishima x reader fluff

[mindless-existence1]

A kirishima fic because somehow I'm able to write everything except what I actually have planned to write. Enjoy!

Summery: You help him redye his hair.

Cotents: Probably cursing and just pure fluff. Kinda short

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Soft talking coming from your TV was the only sound in the small room. You lay content on you boyfriends hard chest rising and falling with each breath. Your arms wrapped around his waist and sandwiched slightly between the cushion and his back. Slightly bored from both the movie and your phone you look up at the red head, resting you chin on his chest you take in his features.

His hair is down and slightly in front of his eyes. It hides the small scar he has on his eye brow and his pretty eyes. After a moment Kirishima looks down towards you. "You good babe?" You hum in response, slowly slipping your hand out from under him and bring it up towards his face.

You take his cheek in you hand and brush the bright strands of hair out of his face. You run a hand through it, inspecting the color. "Hey Kiri your roots are coming in." The man's eyes instinctively look up. "Yeah?" You simply nod your head while continuing to scratch at his scalp.

"You want me to dye it for you?" The question is basically rhetorical, you already know his answer. A smile catches at his lips in excitement, "Yes please!"

~~~Time skip to now being in the bathroom~~~

"Do you think you have a nough left over?" Kirishima is bursting with excitement, yiu dying his hair being one of his favorite activities. "Yeah there's a whole box and half of one so we should be good. I might mix a them together though." You think for a moment before ultimately deciding against your precious idea.

"You ready?" The red head quickly nods his head excitedly. Your boyfriend is currently sporting a shirt already stained with red dye from past experiences. Your outfit isn't much different, you have on one of Kirishimas shirts with red stains littered all over it.

Your gloved hands carefully drag the brush over the dark roots. Kirishima sighs in content and closes his eyes at the feeling. In bliss he smiles content with the situation.

Far to soon you finish with the first coat of dye, running your red covered hands through the wet strands. "How's it feel?" You ask opening fthe box of untouched dye to prepare for the next coat. "Amazing, thank you so much y/n."

You smile at the teens words, "It means a lot that you do this." Kirishimas voice drips with genuine adoration. "Of course babe, it's what partners do." You bring a bowl of dye back over to where your boyfriend sits.

With a gentle kiss that is drawn out you run a hand through his hair. "You know maybe I should dye some of my hair." You smile at the xcited boys reaction. "Really?" There's no stopping the joy that's seeps through every word. "Yeah" is all you say with a chuckle.

[angel-sweets666]

Puppy love

middle school kirishima x middle school popular! reader

Kirishima, a social outcast who barely anyone knows has a crush on a popular girl. He has barely any chance, right?

warning: a bit of angst mostly fluff also your supposed to be shorter then him in this

a/n I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE ADORABLE! I LOVE LOVE LOVE KIRISHIMA

Kirishima always admired you, always. Since he started middle school he would watch you from afar and just think about how pretty you were, how adorable you were. But as the months ticked on, you became popular and soon enough you were out of his reach.

kirishimas friends always laughed at him for liking you since you would never date him! Or… so they thought.

You whined and tried to drown out Mina's relentless teasing. "Really? Kirishima? The one with the hardening quirk? Awww, that's so cute!" she exclaimed, hopping around with excitement. Her voice echoed through the hallway, drawing unwanted attention. In a panic, you shot up from your seat and quickly covered her mouth, your eyes darting around to see if Kirishima was nearby. "Shut up!!!" you hissed, your face burning with embarrassment. You could feel Mina's laughter against your hand as she continued to giggle.

You blushed and covered your face, hiding the redness of your cheeks. Mina giggled again “hey! It’s no big deal! He’s tall! And he’s cute!” You pushed her chest “back up!” Your possessiveness over him came out. Mina laughed “your down bad!” She grabbed your shoulders and shook you with with excitement.

You and Mina walked down the halls, you could sense someone staring at you. You turned to see who it was, only to make awkward eye contact with eijiro kirishima! You both blushed and looked away, you could hear the deep laughter of kirishimas friends which made the embarrassment soo much worse. Mina smiled brightly and wrapped her arm around you “one day! He’ll ask you out! I know it!”

if only he’d ask you out…..

Mina stomped over, a grumpy look on her pink face. "Kirishima!" she yelled, trying to get the boy's attention. Kirishima turned to look at her, worry etched on his face. Was he in trouble? What had he done? What if she jumped him?

"I gotta ask you something," she said firmly.

"O-okay…?" he stuttered in response.

"Do you or do you not like name?" she demanded, grabbing his shoulders to prevent him from escaping the question.

"W-w-w-wha? N-no!" he stammered.

"Bullshit," came a voice from behind. Kirishima's friend stepped in. "He's in love with her. I'd say it's puppy love, but he literally adores her every body part. It's kinda creepy," his friend whispered the last part.

"Hey!" Kirishima yelped, his face turning crimson.

"Oh thank God!" Mina sighed in relief, her tense shoulders relaxing.

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Wha-?"

"Nothing!" Mina blurted, and with that, she turned and ran away.

Now kirishima had a reason to believe that you liked him back, his determination to win you over becoming stronger. One random Tuesday, a hand taps you on the shoulder. You turn to face whosever this was, only to come face to face with kirishima “oh.. hey!” You managed to get out from the initial shock “hey.. Uhm” he stuttered “do.. do you know who I am?” “Eijiro kirishima” you blurted out almost immediately “I mean.. your kirishima? Right?” You tried to fix yourself up, tucking a lock behind your ear. Kirishimas eyebrows raised from the fact you so easily knew his name, most people barely knew him and if they did they were his friends and he only had about 5 friends in the whole school. “Yeah.. I am” he smiled.. he smiled a genuine smile. Showing off his sharp teeth “woah.. your teeth are sharp!” You looked surprised and shuffled closer to him so you could get a good look at his teeth. Kirishimas face turned pink “h-h-h-hey b-bit close there..” he didn’t try to back away however.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" you said, backing away. In the distance, you could see Mina grinning from ear to ear. You then looked back at Kirishima. "So… what can I help you with?" you asked, smiling sweetly and trying to act natural.

"U-uh, t-this… flower… it made me think of you," he stammered, quickly handing you a pink tulip that he had clearly found in the school garden.

"Oh, Kirishima, thank you!" you said, genuinely moved by his gift.

"N-no problem…" he mumbled, standing there awkwardly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Kirishima inhaled deeply, trying to settle his nerves. When he exhaled, he looked down at you and blurted out, "Gee… you're a bit short." His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey! That's not fair—you’re just tall!" you whined, crossing your arms in mock anger.

Mina seemed more than pleased with what was unfolding before her eyes. "I-I’m sorry! I-it’s just you are small! It's not a big deal!" Kirishima stammered, trying to comfort you after inadvertently insulting you.

You turned around, facing away from him, pouting in exaggerated anger. Kirishima sighed and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry…"

Your face flushed pink again as you turned to face him. "It's fine… just… don't do it again!" you whined, unable to stay mad at him.

Kirishima chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I won't. Promise."

You blushed again, feeling the warmth of his presence. He seemed so sincere, so kind, and his touch was so warm that it made your heart race.

suddenly the bell interrupted your interaction. You sighed in disappointment “well.. see you later?” Yiu looked up at him hopefully, he blushed and his face lit up “yeah.. see ya”

over the next few days you and kirishima spent more and more time together, often finding ways to run off from your friends and hang out.

One day, you waited for all your friends to run off and do other stuff just so you could sneak away and run in the direction were you and kirishima normally met up. You had gotten his message to signify that he was there so you knew where he was. You giggled and jumped onto the boys back, he yelped in surprise “hey *name*!” he said with a chuckle, patting your thigh as he bent his knees you help you slide down “let’s go to the cafeteria! They have pizza today and I REALLY WANT SOMEE” you insisted “I dunno… maybe I just wanna chill” he mumbled, tilting his head for you to follow him.

you two began walking through the court yard, talking and joking around. He seemed happier but more nervous than usual. The occasional stutter turning into a more frequent stammer. You just thought it was all the hormones of being 14, suddenly when kirishima brought you to a more… private place. He sighed “*name* I need to ask you something” he said with a determined look on his face “yeah? What’s up?” You asked, tilting your head to the side

“will you… will you be my girlfriend?!” He blurted out loudly, his fists curling up in nervousness. Your whole face turned pink “r-really? Yeah! Yeah I will!” You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck, he blushed and sighed in relief. Kirishima placed his hands around your waist, you two hugging each other.

“AWWW GUYS!” Mina squealed, turns out she had followed you “SHUT UP.” You two screamed and you hid your face in his chest.

a year later

Now a days things are a little less awkward, you even got to share a dorm after convincing aizawa to let you guys. You rolled over in bed and buried your face in the crook of kirishimas neck “hey Bub” he said as he grabbed your thigh and brought it up to his hip. “Comfy?” He murmured and kissed your forehead, his warm lips pressed against your skin “mhm.. yeah..” you ran your fingers through his freshly re dyed red hair.

“I love you”

“I love you too kiri”

[officialabortive]

Kirishima treats your cat the way someone would treat their S/O's parents

Eijiro is aware of how he, himself is the newcomer in the scenario. and refuses to pretend otherwise.

At their first encounter, kirishima was fully serious when he asked for your cats acceptance as your partner. Even slowly extending a hand to sniff. To say he was elated when your cat nudged his furry head against his palm would be an understatement.

Eijiro addresses the precious feline as "sir" and treats him with the upmost respect. Always spoken to with an attached "please" and/or "thank you"

[sun-flower-children]

Kirishima, Bakugo + Sero with a really rich S/O

A/N: Thanks for sending in a prompt! I added Sero bc im a simp  because he would be fun to write in this context as well!! I hope you ( the reader ) are also doing well!

Sero Hanta

- He makes it pretty clear early on that he doesn’t like you for your money and doesn’t want you to spend more money than needed on him.

- You will give him little gifts randomly which he loves no matter how much he protests that he doesn’t want you buying stuff for him.

- Sero treasures those little trinkets that you give him; probably has a self dedicated to your guys pictures and the lil gifts.

- !! matching fits !!

- This dude has style, he has taste, Sero is by no means a style disaster

- His style is more street style; might flirt a bit with the tech wear style.

- Matching t-shirts, maybe overall aesthetics

- One thing you do for him is help him with his phone.

- I headcanon that this dude probably drops his phone

Kirishima Eijiro

- He thinks its super manly you want to buy and gift him things as a physical piece of proof of you feelings for him.

- He really likes your gifts and will give you kisses and hugs as a thank you, every single time.

- Probably prefers things that have a sentimental value to him or are part of some kind of inside joke y’all have

- !! promise rings !!

- He would wear his when he isn’t training but at some point he would attach it to a thin gold chain to match the simple gold promise ring you bought for him

- 100% has y’alls name written on the inside of the ring.

- when he misses you a lot he will hold the ring, rub the ring, maybe kiss it :’(

Bakugo Katsuki

- this lil bitch dresses really plainly despite having designer parents.

- He has taste and has a phenomenal style but doesn’t really dress up because he has other things to focus on.

 - He will totally be all like “ don’t buy shit for me dumb ass I don’t need to clutter my room with your bullshit.”

- Absolutely will send you posts of pricey fashion pieces that he likes; he will only say that he likes them and you will buy them is up to you or not.

 - Sometimes he will remind you that he likes you because you are the best

[lev1ii]

text au シ getting mad at the bakusquad

featuring: katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, mina ashido, hanta sero

content warnings: mild swearing

author’s note: text aus are so fun to make lmk if i should make more :3 kinda thinking abt making one for the dekusquad as well

m.list

[emmyrosee]

He just looks so good in the mornings.

Flaming locks of red hair down, mouth full from the toothpaste foam that he scrubs at, his sweatpants low on his hips to reveal just the smallest slip of the band of his boxers. His eyes sleepily blink at himself, but widen and curve into a smile as you slowly creep into the bathroom to be with him.

“Hey beautiful,” he hums, voice warbled behind the toothbrush and paste. “You’re up early, ain’t ya?”

“It was cold,” you pout, your arms wrapping lowly around his waist as you burrow into the muscles of his back. Seemingly second nature, his free hand rests on top of yours, fingers nudging to lace affectionately in your sleepy grip. “Hate when you leave so early…”

“I know, momma,” he hums, bending down slightly to spit the frothed toothpaste in the sink. “But’ll only be for a few hours; I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

“But that’s too long,” you whine. His back shakes as he chuckles, bouncing you slightly, and you do your best to hide the smile that wants to break out over your face.

“You can be a good girl for me, yeah?” He says, gently bringing the hand he’s holding closer to his face. “I’ll grab some nice dinner for us on my way home, have a quiet night in?” Lips plant a kiss to your soft knuckles, and you smile as the kisses turn into little pecks over all of your fingers, gingerly extending them so he may kiss the pads.

“Your stubble is wild today,” you snort, fingers curling slightly under the tickle of the coarse hairs.

He snorts and gently lets go of your hand, “fuck, I know.” The hand once holding yours scratching over the grate of his cheeks, “gotta shave this shit before I go- I forget you’re not used to seein’ my five o’clock shadow.”

“It’s hot,” you purr, and this makes the glimmer in his eyes turn playful, and the lips on his face turn to a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How hot is it?” He murmurs, leaning down to rest his face in the crook of your neck. You squeal and toss your arms around his shoulders, giggling softly with the feeling of his stubble raking over the thin skin of your neck. You mewl and burrow into the warm muscles as he lets his hands wander lovingly.

“Hot enough where you should call out and be with me,” you murmur, relishing in the way his chest rumbles with laughter. "Hot enough where I'm officially pissed you shave it every morning. Hot enough where I want you to throw me on the-"

"Okay," he interrupts, smirking all the same. "Point taken. You like my stubble."

You scoff and lean up to kiss him again, another chance at savoring the coarse hairs on his jaw and cheeks.

"'Like it?' My love, it's damned delicious."

You say nothing else as you spin on your heel, leaving him alone in the brightness in the bathroom to linger on your words.

You smirk into your cup of tea when he comes out unshaven.

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Commoner!Eijiro Kirishima x Princess!Reader - So This is Love? - I

Summary: You, the princess, surprise a poor village boy with an invitation to the royal ball.

Warnings: Reverse harem, fluff, angst, quirkless!au, royal!au, love at first sight, social class difference, princess x commoner trope

The carriage came to a sudden halt, making your body rock forward in your seat. Patiently, you awaited the footman to open the door and help you out. When you were standing, you couldn't hide the eager grin on your powdered face.

"Is this the correct place, m'lady?" the footman asked, glancing around with a haughty expression. "Looks a tad...dingy."

"Nonsense," you laugh him off, stepping forward, expensive heels digging into the mud. "I'm sure this is the correct address."

Noticing the way your heels sink, he promptly offers his arm, helping you to the door of the humble cobbler's shop. Stepping into the threshold, you smile fondly, finding a short, plump woman sitting at a desk in the corner. "Afternoon!" She calls, focused on her task. "What can we do ye for?" When she finally turns to face you, her smile drops and her already fair skintone becomes all the more pale.

"Y-Your Majesty!" She bows nervously. "T-To what do we owe the pleasure?"

You smile warmly, stepping closer, bowing to her as well. "I was hoping to have a word with a man I'm told works here," you answer, presenting a letter with a red wax seal. "I've come to deliver him an invitation. Eijiro Kirishima, is he here, ma'am?"

"My son?" The woman asks, tilting her head before nodding and turning to enter another room of the shop, dipping under half curtain that served as a divider. Moment's later, a young man with bright red hair and matching eyes peers out, scanning the room curiously.

His back straightens instantly when his eyes fall on you, standing in the front room of his family's shop, clad in an elegant day gown, eyes peeking over an equally ornate handfan. "Y-Your Highness!" He gasp, eyes blown wide as he stands up straight, akwardly hitting his head on the doorframe.

With a hiss a rub to the crown of his head, he steps out, kneeling in front of you. "W-What are you doing down in the village?" He asks, clearly flustered.

You simply giggle behind your fan, extending a hand down to him to kiss. His Adam's Apple bobs when his eyes fall on your perfectly manicured nails and blushed knuckles. Hestitantly, his calloused hands cradle yours, which has never known labor. With a sharp exhale, he brings your hand up to his lips, eyes flickering to yours as he plants a ghostly kiss on your knuckles. His gentle nature puts a glow in your cheeks as you giggle at his bashfulness.

"I can to visit you, good sir," you finally reveal, a sweet mystique in your tone.

"M-Me?" he repeats in disbeleif. "F-For what reason?"

You offer him the envelope, fingers brushing against his as he takes it from you. "I would like to cordially invite you to the royal ball this evening," you explain, collapsing your fan and resting it against your chest, batting your lashes at him. "As my personal guest."

"I-I'm speechless, You Highness..." He pauses, deicately opening the letter and reading over the cursive words within. "W-Why me?"

"Say you'll attend," you insists with a warm smile.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty," he mutters timidly, folding the letter very carefully back into the envelope. "I have nothing but the clothes on my back, I haven't the proper dress to attend a royal gathering."

"I worried as much." You admitted sadly before smiling again. "Which is why I took the liberty of having the royal seamstress tailor a custom suit for the occassion."

"J-Just for me...?" Kirishima gasp, eyes glossy at your gesture. You nod, confirming his assumptions.

"Please accompany me, it would mean the world to me..." you beg one last time, leaning in slightly.

"I-I'd be honored, Your Majesty..." He finally relents, still in disbelief before a childish grin cracks across his face. "Yes, of course I'll go!"

"Oh, that's fantastic news!" you exclaim with delight, reaching out and capturing his hands, holding them to his hands. "I'm overjoyed." You beam, letting him go, preparing to take your leave. "A carriage will send for you an hour before sunset, no need to make ready ahead of time. You'll have a warm bath and a private room awaiting you at the castle."

Kirishima once again finds himself silenced by your generousity, only uttering a small: "T-Thanky you, Princess..." as he watches you leave the shop, waving with fan in hand.

[queen-willard]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY!!!

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Kirishima is 100000% the boyfriend that will come up behind you and plonk his cheek on your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. You don’t even jump when he does it now, just sat playing on your phone when you feel a familiar weight on your shoulder.

“Hi baby, how was your day?”

“It was so cool -you can move that yellow candy there- Bakugou and I learned so many cool things in training today,” he rambles happily, careful of his volume.

ACK HE COMES AROUND THE COUCH, CASUALLY PICKS YOU UP AND SITS YOU ON HIS LAP SO HE CAN SMUSH HIS CHEEK NEXT TO YOURS AS YOU PLAY CANDY CRUSH TOGETHER LIKE LITTLE OLD PEOPLE. OCCASIONALLY RUBS YOUR CHEEKS TOGETHER AND PRESSES SMALL KISSES TO YOUR CHEEK AND NECK.

Someone put me down, I’m not normal about him.

[peachsukii]

hi, rei! stopping by with some softie sunday kiri thoughts. <3

i've been thinking about touched starved reader dating kirishima. at first, he thinks it’s cute the way you got a little flustered at his touch, but still quickly embrace it. you rarely initiate early on. then as you spend more time together, you seek out his touch more and more; though kiri is more than generous with affectionate touch, he eventually gathers that you’re maybe a bit more clingy than he’d initially guessed… but kind of likes that.

i hope you’re enjoying your day!

hi bunny!! hope you had a good week and relaxing sunday 💜

awwwwwww 🥺 yes! it's like you don't want him to know you're touch starved right away, cause what if he pulls back? then you're back to square one. kiri would absolutely love a clingier partner as an excuse to be attached at the hip or always somehow connected, whether it be holding pinky fingers or ankles hooked under a table.

once he figures it out, kiri would be the kind of guy who'd stop by your work on your lunch break just to hug you. he knows you miss his touch all the time, and little reminders or surprises when he brings you a snack and hug mean the world.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[doumadono]

Hey! I have an emergency request? If it’s okay and you feel like it, can I request Katsuki, Midoriya, Denki and Eijiro just helping you through a tough time with your family? Like you’re getting into arguments with your parents and it’s been bringing down your mood and mental health for a while. I’ve been going through a hard time with my family lately and it really sucks because we were actually doing pretty okay before.

I hope you have a good day and are taking care of yourself!! *sends virtual hugs* ⭐⭐❤️❤️

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're going through a tough time with your family. It's completely natural for families to have their ups and downs, and even when things seem okay, challenges can arise. Things will get better, and you have the resilience to navigate through this tough period ♥ EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Kaminari

On a particularly gloomy day, as you were sitting in the hallway of the dorm feeling down after argument with your parents, you were suddenly greeted by an unexpected sight - Kaminari dressed head to toe as Pikachu. The sight of him in the costume made you burst into laughter, and your mood instantly lifted.

With his costume complete, Denki couldn't resist showing off a little. He activated his quirk, and a few sparks of electricity danced around his fingers, resembling Pikachu's abilities.

Grinning from ear to ear, Kaminari decided to make you forget about your sadness. He started humming the familiar Pokémon theme and took your hand, pulling you up from the floor.

At first, you were hesitant, but Kaminari's infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist. He began to dance with you right there in the corridor, twirling you around to the Pokémon melody.

As the two of you danced, you couldn't help but feel your spirits lifting. Kaminari's sense of humor and carefree attitude were contagious, and for a moment, you were able to forget about your family troubles.

"Whatever's bothering you, let's dance it away!" Denki suggested with a cheerful grin.

However, you soon noticed that you were attracting an audience. Members of class 1-A, including Mina, Mineta, Uraraka, Iida, Momo, and Shoto, had gathered to watch the unexpected spectacle in the hallway.

Mina and Mineta were giggling, Uraraka was cheering you both on, Iida was trying to maintain order and safety in the corridor, Momo had a bemused smile, and Shoto was just utterly confused, holding a bowl with soba in his hands.

Despite the embarrassment of being the center of attention, you couldn't deny that Denki's antics had succeeded in brightening your day. You continued to dance, laughing along with your classmates, grateful for the unexpected moment of joy in the midst of your family troubles.

Kirishima

As you sat alone in the common room, your thoughts clouded with family issues, Kirishima approached with a warm smile, holding a plate of homemade cookies.

"Hey there, Y/N," he greeted you warmly, taking a seat beside you on the couch. "I baked these myself. They might not win any beauty contests, but they're seriously delicious!"

Kirishima offered you one of the misshapen cookies, and you couldn't help but smile at their imperfections. When you took a bite, the taste was incredible, just as he had promised.

He asked what was wrong, and you told him about your recent argument with your family.

While savoring the cookie, Kirishima leaned in closer and initiated a heartfelt conversation. "You know, it's completely okay to have misunderstandings with your family. I've had my fair share too."

He shared some of his own experiences dealing with family conflicts, making you feel understood and less isolated in your struggles.

"Sometimes," he continued, "it's those misunderstandings that help us grow and learn how to communicate better."

Kirishima's words were like a comforting embrace, easing the weight of your worries. He encouraged you to keep moving forward and reminded you that you had friends who cared about you.

As your conversation continued, Kirishima noticed the longing look in your eyes when you glanced at his hair. Without hesitation, he leaned a bit closer. "You like my hair, right? It's really soft. Go ahead, you can pet it if you want. Maybe I'm not an adorable pet, but I can certainly offer some comfort right now."

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, savoring its incredible softness. It was a small but heartfelt gesture, a reminder that even amidst challenges, there were moments of warmth and friendship to cherish.

With Kirishima by your side, cookies in hand, and the soft touch of his hair, you felt a sense of comfort and camaraderie that helped you temporarily set aside your troubles and focus on the positivity of the moment.

Midoriya

It was a usual day at U.A. Academy, but as Izuku Midoriya glanced across the classroom, he couldn't help but notice the sadness in your expression during classes.

Throughout the lessons, he kept stealing concerned glances your way, growing more and more worried about your well-being.

After the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Izuku decided to approach you. He knew he couldn't ignore the sadness he had seen in your eyes.

Back at the dormitory, he found you on the balcony, quietly gazing at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything.

Izuku stepped out onto the balcony and offered you a gentle smile. "Hey, I noticed you seemed a bit down during classes today. Is everything okay?"

You looked at him, your emotions close to the surface, and nodded. "I'm just… going through a tough time with my family."

Without a word, Izuku opened his arms, offering you a warm and reassuring hug. You accepted it gratefully, feeling the comfort of his presence.

"I understand how challenging family issues can be," he said softly. "But remember, it's okay to lean on your friends for support. We're here for you."

As you held onto that hug, you couldn't help but feel a sense of solace and understanding in Izuku's embrace. He reassured you that even in your darkest moments, there was a network of friends ready to stand by your side.

The two of you continued to watch the sunset together, the warmth of friendship and the beauty of the evening sky offering a glimmer of hope in your heart.

Bakugo

It was a particularly challenging day, and you found yourself standing in the corridor, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly Bakugo appeared out of nowhere. Without a word, he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room.

You were taken aback by his sudden action, but Bakugo's stern expression left no room for questions. He shut the door behind you and turned to face you, his crimson eyes focused.

"What's wrong?" he demanded, his voice carrying a rare, genuine concern that you hadn't heard from him before.

Feeling the weight of your emotions, you began to explain the issues with your family that had been plaguing your mind. Bakugo listened intently, his usual brash demeanor replaced by a surprising attentiveness.

After hearing you out, he crossed his arms and let out a deep sigh. "Look, sitting around moping won't solve anything, dumbass. If you're feeling down, there's no better way to vent frustration than through a workout. Trust me on this, I'm a pro."

Bakugo's idea of helping you forget about your sadness was to channel it into something productive. Without waiting for your response, he started setting up some exercise equipment in his room.

"Come on," he urged, motioning for you to join him. "We're going to sweat out all that negativity. It's either that or wallowing in self-pity, and I won't stand for the latter, nerd."

Despite his brusque approach, you couldn't help but appreciate his determination to support you. You nodded, and together, you and Bakugo embarked on an intense workout session, pushing yourselves to your limits.

As you both exercised, the physical exertion began to clear your mind, and the endorphins started to kick in. Bakugo's unwavering determination and competitive spirit were contagious, and for a while, you found solace in the intensity of the workout.

By the time you finished, you felt physically exhausted but mentally refreshed. You realized that Bakugo's unorthodox method had indeed helped you forget about your sadness, even if just for a moment. It was a testament to his unique way of caring, and you couldn't help but be grateful for his support during your tough times.

[thehusbandoden]

Hii, i really liked the claustrophobic reader story. Could you write a part 2 with other characters? (Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Denki)🥺🥺

A/n: of course! I'm so glad you liked the first part, I hope these are just as enjoyable! Don't be afraid to request again at any time! <33

Comforting Claustrophobic Reader Part Two

(Bakugo, Shoto, Kiri, and Denki)

Genre: fluff/comfort \\ total word count: 1,911 \\ posted: 12/07/2023 \\ requested

Notice!: I don't know much about claustrophobia so I'm sorry if I offend anyone!

Warnings!: claustrophobia, tight spaces, crowds, y/n being flirted on (but not really), a chick trying to get eith Shoto, and a scatterbrained partner (lol). Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Part One (Dabi, Spinner, and Shigaraki)

Part Three (Tamaki)

Bakugo Katsuki (455 words)

"Stupid extras." Bakugo murmured, banging his fist against the door.

You and Bakugo were just locked inside of the small janitor closet together, and by the sound of it, it was Denki and Mina's doing.

The small room and the feeling of Bakugo's warm back pressed against your chest was starting to give you a panic attack. Your breathing was growing heavier and you were starting to sweat.

You could hear Bakugo's voice in the distance, but you couldn't focus on it. You started hypervenelating.

"What's wrong with you?" Bakugo growled, throwing a judgemental look over his shoulder. His crimson eyes slightly softened at the sight of your panic.

"I-I-I need a-air." You pant, your hands beginning to shake.

"Woah woah. Calm down." Bakugo demanded, turning around. You were pressed further against the wall and your eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't move!" You hiss, your hands shaking further.

"Calm down.. please." Bakugo murmured, not knowing what to do.

You violently shake you head, not knowing how to express yourself.

"Shhhh." Bakugo murmured, slowly caressing your head, trying to calm you down. "Can I hold you?"

You nodded, unable to say anything else.

Bakugo immediatly pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands running up and down your shoulders comfortingly.

You focussed on Bakugo's warmth, listening to his deep voice murmur to you. Your breathing started to slow as you clung to him, greatful for the lack of walls pressing against you.

After a few minutes you started to calm down further, sighing as you rest your head agaisnt his broad chest. Bakugo made a small coughing sound before starting to slowly pet your hair.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" He murmured, his voice low and deep.

"I'm claustrophobic." You murmur, burying your face in his chest. He smelt good.. almost like campfire.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He murmured, tilting your chin up to look into his crimson eyes.

"Sorry for what?" You were entranced by his powerful gaze.

"Those idiotic extras put us in here to try and make me.." his cheeks turned a slight hue of pink. "Confess."

"C-confess?" Your mouth opened slightly.

He nodded, his ears also changing color.

"I-I really like you y/n.." he whispered, looking down at you with his intense crimson eyes.

"Y-you do?" Your cheeks were stained with dark red.

"Yes.. I do." He whispered, caressing your cheek.

You slightly leaned into the touch, making him smirk.

"Do you like me back?" He purred in your ear, causing your face to grow hotter.

You nodded, your face flushed in both embaresment and attraction.

"Can I take you out then?" He smirked, playing with your hair.

"Why yes.. I'd like that.."

Todoroki Shoto (555 words)

Shoto was too busy talking to his coworker to notice how stressed you were. He knew about your phobia, but he's never seen it in affect. You've been married for two months, together for eleven.

You were currently at a pro hero gathering. Some of the top heroes were there, and their fans and some newer ones filled in the space.

There were people everywhere.. and you were tired of feeling trapped. As a woman accidently brushed against you, you pressed yourself against Shoto's back, burying your face into his dress shirt.

He didn't say anything, but you could feel his hand reaching behind him to touch your waist, holding you agaisnt him. You started to have a panic attack, gently tapping Shoto to try and get his attention.

Everytime you did he gently squeezed your waist in response, almost like he thought that you were just giving him affection... as a hero passed by you too close for comfort, you pinched Shoto's skin, finally getting his attention as he turned to look at you, looking both confused and slightly irritated.

"What is it love?" He murmured, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned his ear against your mouth, knowing that you prefer to speak to him and only him.

"M-my phobia... it's acting up and I feel like I can't breathe..." You whisper, hiding your face from everyone but Shoto.

Shoto frowned, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"I apologize, love. I'll be more vigilant next time." He murmured in your ear, kissing your temple softly as he slowly brought you towards the exit, shielding your body with his.

"Shoto! Shoto it's you! I'm your biggest fan!" A woman screeched, pressing herself against Shoto's arm. She held onto his arm tightly, hugging herself against it.

You started to hyperventilating, and Shoto wrinkled in nose in disgust. He didn't mean to be rude.. but feeling anyone's touch besides yours caused him to want to hurl.. especially if it was someone like her.. obsessed fangirls who don't respect the fact that he's happily married.

Shoto gently pushed her away, frowning.

"I'm glad you admire me, but keep to yourself. I have a wife, and shes all I'll ever need."

The woman teared up before bursting into sobs, running towards the other side of the room. Shoto quickly pulled you out of the building, embracing you tightly when he found a quite and open place for the two of you.

"Shhh it's okay my love. I'm sorry.." he murmured, littering kisses up and down your face.

"It's okay.. just hold me." You whimpered, wanting to be drowned in his warmth.

He quickly obeyed, holding you against him for several minutes. He didn't care how long it took you to calm down, as long as you felt safe he would be happy.

After about ten minutes you calmed down kissing him softly in gratitude. He kissed back with a smile before pulling away, stroking your cheeks. "Sorry about that 'fan'." Shoto sighed, kissing your nose.

You playfully huffed before kissing his own nose. "It wasn't your fault. You rejected her and got her off of you.. I'm not mad at you."

Shoto smiled wider, kissing you yet again.

"And I'm sorry for not noticing. I'll do better next time, my love."

You smiled again. "I trust you."

Kirishima Eijiro (359 words)

You and Kirishima were on vacation for your first year anniversary. You stayed in a large, luxurious hotel, and were pampered quite a lot.

You and Kirishima spent most of your time in your hotel room, but decided to go down to the hot springs in the morning.

Luckily Kiri was able to get you two a private spring, so you two were alone. The warm water felt amazing, and Kirishima's wide grin as he told you stories was contagious.

After a few hours of chatting and relaxing, the two of you dried off and got ready to leave. As you walked back to your hotel room, there were far more people than before. You didn't think about it much, holding Kiri's hand as you smiled politely at whoever looked at you and wrinkled your nose at the several guys that looked at you longingly.

Kirishima isn't extremely jealous, so he kept to himself, smiling down at you as you walked; smirking as he saw you wrinkle your nose at every flirt.. causing him to gape in shock.

You get to the elevator, and you fail to notice the very tight space when you walk in. It wasn't until you were forced against Kiri's side, a wall, and an old lady that smelt like kitty litter did you notice the tight space and start to react.

Kirishima instantly noticed and pulled you to his chest, moving himself so you wouldn't touch anyone else, and you wouldn't have to look either. Your back was facing the wall, one of Kiri's hands behind your back so you wouldn't brush against it as he held eye contact with you, smiling softly.

He didn't press himself against you, but he was quite close. A lot of people grumbled at him but he ignored them, his free hand stroking your cheek to maintain your undivided attention.

After several minutes you reached your floor and Kiri cradled you to his chest, walking out with you as he made sure that you weren't touched by anyone or anything else.

He continued to hold you as he made his way to your sweet, opening the door with one hand while the other held you by your waist. Once you two were in he let go of you, smiling down at you.

"Thank you.." you smile, caressing his cheek. Kirishima's smile widened as he gave you his signature grin.

"It was nothing." He kissed you sweetly, rubbing your shoulders slightly. Pulling away, he winked at you before heading into the small kitchen that was attached to the sweet.

You giggled as you sat at the island, watching him tie on his 'kiss the chef' apron. He grinned at you, his ruby eyes sparkling in adoration.

"Hungry?"

Kaminari Denki (542 words)

You have no idea how your clingy boyfriend convinced you to go to a party.. but he did.

And now you were surrounded by a bunch of strangers, and that idiotic boyfriend of yours let go of your hand.

You were swarmed by complete strangers, and you can't find the one person you know... lovely.

Your breathing quickened as you felt bodies being pressed against your own, a few rare apologies thrown into the mix.

You were starting to have a panic attack as you searched for Denki in the crowd, trying to spot his bright yellow hair. You looked for several minutes until you spotted him. Hurrying to his side, you hugged him from behind.. and then you realized that it wasn't him.

The man smirked at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Before he could say or do anything, you hurried away, pushing through the crowd. After getting within a safe distance, you tried calling him.. it went straight to voicemail.

You hands started to shake as you tried and found an exit, needing to calm down. As you get to the exit you hear Denki calling your name, but you ignore him, leaving the building.

You find a secluded area and slowly sink to the floor, shaking uncontrollably. Denki rushed to you a few minutes later, his eyes full of confusion and worry.

"Y/n!? What's wrong?" He tries to touch your shoulder but you push his hand away.

"Y/n my darling sunshine.. please..." He whispered, his eyes growing wet as he kneeled beside you.

"I told you about my phobia." You whisper, eyes welling up with tears.

"Phobia.. what phobia..?"

"I have claustrophobia Denki! And you just left me in there!" A few tears fell down your cheek.

Denki's eyes widened. "I'm sorry.. I-I didn't know.."

"I told you! Twice before the party and like three times when we first started dating!"

"I'm sorry! It must have been my adhd.." he whispered, gently placing his warm hand on your cheek.

Sighing, you lean into his touch, tears cascading down your flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry baby.. I really really am.."

"I told you I didn't want to go.. and you promised to hold my hand the entire time.."

"I'm really really sorry baby.. really I am. I got distracted, I'm so so so sorry.." he whispered, gently kissing your tears away.

You blushed at the contact, the two of you were still new to physical affection.

"I need you to remember next time.. okay?"

"There won't be a next time.. I won't try and make you go to a party ever again."

You smiled, giggling quietly. "We'll see.. you forget things a lot."

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Part One (Dabi, Spinner, Shigaraki)

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[officialabortive]

Dragon!kirishima is like a thieving raccoon in the dead of night.

Dragons are notoriously curious creatures. So when he comes to discover a log cabin sat not too far off from his den, he has to investigate

Kirishima makes his approach after sundown. Any other night, he would be asleep right now, but he's just too antsy to be able to get any rest.

Starting off with exploring an oddly organized array of plants, he trampled over some carrot stems and squash vines, confused at how different berry bushes were all growing in a perfect line. How is that even possib- oh wow!

The red headed dragon is quick to snatch the... well he dosen't know what it is, but it's so incredibly shiny. Whatever it is, it obviously belongs in his hoard. And he can always further indulge in his need to further look around some other time. For now, this beautiful thing is coming back to his den

[maddietries]

Kirishima is the type of partner to see you laying on the couch\bed and just fling himself at you. He refuse to get up in till you offer to do something with him whether that’s taking a shower, cooking, watching a movie, etc. He just needs to be close to after a long day.

[amber-michaelson]

Crazy B!tch

Bakugo walking into kirishima's dorm: hey-

Yn cuddling kiri: growling and shouting at bakugo

bakugo: get your fucking dog bitch

kirishima petting yn's hair: she don't bite

bakugo running out the door: yes it do

[emmyrosee]

I heard you were looking for requests 👀

*ahem* I will take anything kirishima fluff related that you are willing to offer. I am such a sucker for him??? I would like him to smother me with his love and affection and I would like to smother him with mine in return. k thanks I’ll see myself out now-

(that is, if you write for him!! If not I will happily take more hawks or bakugou, you write them PERFECTLY)

K-KIRISHIMA??? T H E LOML???? THE ONE AND ONLY???

I WILL COMBUST RN SAY SIKE-

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“Eiji, you promised me you’d be up before I got back.”

It wasn’t a promise per se, but it still was completely unnatural for Kirishima to be still in a state of sleepiness so late in the morning.

9 times out of 10, he’s up and at the gym for a few hours, showers, cooks you both breakfast all before waking you up; but today, he seems like he could sleep forever if you let him.

And you would’ve! But it’s his first day with you and you alone in months, and you didn’t want to spend it all in bed.

“I am up,” he murmurs from the half of his face not burrowed into a pillow.

“You’re not,” you assure. Crawling into bed, you straddle the hip that’s free from the mattress, the height difference making you squeak softly. “I meant you’d be up. Like, up, vertical.”

“Well you should’ve been more specific,” he teases. A strong arm reaches up to wrap around your waist, almost as if to keep you steady from potentially falling from your perch on his hip. 

You pout your lower lip out and shove his shoulder gently, “come on, Eiji,” you whine, watching as a bright red eye, still bleary with sleep, opens to peer up at you. “Don’t you want to spend the day with me? I even got you one of those breakfast sandwiches you like!”

“Of course I do,” he yawns, finally rolling on his back. He shifts you to remain in your straddle, thumbs easing over the softness of your hips. “But surely we could wait five more minutes.”

You cross your arms and look at him, unamused (or as unamused as you could look with him, which is not very) and you sigh, “since when do you like to sleep in?”

“Since I’m able to,” he gives you a cheeky smirk before folding his arms up behind his head, resting under the pillow as he closes his eyes. “Give me a few more minutes, babe. Then I’m yours.”

You click your tongue in annoyance before letting his body lax out, his breathing starting to fall more rhythmic with each gentle pass through his nose, and you hate how stunning he looks at ease, golden light of sun rays hitting his tanned skin.

…what kind of menace would you be if you let him sleep peacefully?

Shuffling softly, you reach up a loving hand to card the locks of red hair rom his forehead, smiling as he nuzzled into the touch.

Planting a soft kiss to his nose, you watch as he smiles sleepily, nudging his nose softly.

Then, you leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and he lets his lips pucker out gently, and you give him a proper kiss. Your hands gently smooth over his biceps, and he lets out a relaxed hum.

“What’re you planning?”

“Nothing,” you say softly. “Just like lookin’ at you.”

He smiles dopily and as silence once again fills the room, your nails dragging over the dips in his muscles. He jerks at the tickly feeling over his arms, and he growls out a playful “do not,” through his teeth.

“Your breath stinks,” you tease, before your hands pin his arms down, and you lean down to peck tiny kisses over his face. His lip quivers slightly, and as you start to make more noisy kisses, he lets out the smallest little snickers.

Settling down on top of him, your kisses trail over his cheeks and suddenly, your hands shoot under his underarms, and he shrieks in agony, “you’re so mean!”

“And you’re just so cute!” You croon, nuzzling into his cheeks while you tickle him gently. His back arches to try and knock you off, titters and giggles bubbling into the morning air. “You like to think you’re this big, bad, tough guy, and you’re just the softest, sweetest-“

“Shut up!” He shakes his head back and forth to cope with the sensations and your affectionate teasing, snorting softly through his nose and clamping his elbows to his sides. “Go away!”

“Are we gonna get up and eat the breakfast I got for us, or am I going to tickle you for the next several hours,” you tease. “Your decision.”

Your fingers don’t actually move, his arms are too tight to his body, but just the feeling of your fingers being there seems to be enough to keep him in stitches.

“F-Fine! I’m up! I’m up, leave me alone!”

“That’s what I thought,” you purr happily, planting little kisses over his jawline for compensation. “We’ll take a nap later, because I love you so much.”

He rolls his eyes, and upon locking eyes with you, he pins you with his now free arms, keeping you to his torso. Despite your struggling, he pants out a puff of his nasty morning breath in your face, smirking as you whine out at his obnoxious playfulness.

“Feral!” You scream, writhing hard against him.

“You started it, you snot rocket.”