#eijirio x reader

[crownofgildedlilies]

sunnie's holiday writing special

december 1-5:

ejiriou kirishima - lazy days

The day off usually means running errands, but not when it's too cold outside. wc. 1.5k

katsuki bakugou - sick days

Katsuki is sick, which means forcing him to slow down. wc. 1.9k

shouta aizawa - late nights

Shouta really ought to expel whoever told Eri that Santa comes every night in December... wc. 3.7k

izuku midoriya - christmas ornament

Izuku really is a perfectionist, even when it comes to decorating for the holidays. wc. 1.6k

tamaki amajiki - hot chocolate

A lot can change in a year, but never Tamaki and hot chocolate. wc. 2.0k

december 6-10:

hanta sero - matching pajamas

Hanta proves everything is just better in matching pajamas. wc. 2.2k

tomura shigaraki - stormed in

Who knew Tomura’s worst nightmare was an apartment and a snow storm? wc. 2.5k

shouto todoroki - snowman

Shouto can’t quite understand the point of making snowmen, but he’s still having fun. wc. 1.3k

denki kaminari - christmas lights

Denki Kaminari should never be put in charge of making plans. wc. 2.2k

eijirou kirishima - snowball fight

There’s nothing more manly than showing off in a snowball fight, right? wc. 1.3k

december 11-15:

touya todoroki - first snow

touya can’t stand the cold, but he’s more stubborn than he’d ever admit. wc. 1.4k

izuku midoriya - fake dating

Izuku really needs a favor. wc. 2.8k

shouto todoroki - fireplace

a mission goes wrong, and a cabin in the mountains becomes a safe house. wc. 1.7k

keigo takami - christmas shopping

keigo is a busy man, but it’s the holiday season, after all. wc. 1.4k

katsuki bakugou - gingerbread house

delicate gingerbread and a hot temper? Katsuki’s in trouble. wc. 1.2k

december 16-20:

shouta aizawa - holiday party

shouta contemplates the possibility of expelling his coworkers. 

hanta sero - mistletoe

hanta has an incredible amount of mistletoe, for some reason.

tamaki amajiki - secret santa

tamaki wants to go home, but he promised to help.

denki kaminari - blackout

no power? no problem! denki kaminari to the rescue. 

shouta aizawa - christmas dinner

shouta can’t keep a secret. or rather, others can’t keep his secrets. 

december 21-25:

keigo takami - traditions

tba!

hitoshi shinsou - cookies

tba!

izuku midoriya - presents

tba!

touya todoroki - first christmas

tba!

katsuki bakugou - ???

tba!

extras...

I'll be making a taglist for this! let me know if you want to be added

a lot of this is prewritten, so (fingers crossed) I should be able to stay on schedule!

every 5 days I'll release the next set of previews

I love christmas.

LOVE christmas

thank you for even reading this far!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

[kirishimaswife2819]

Them With a S/o Who Has a Twin || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: hello! could i request the boys with a s/o who has a twin (like, they're identical and all ehe.) feel free to delay this a lil, i don't want you getting stressed. thank you sm and i hope you have a wonderful day! <33

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I actually loved this idea, thanks for requesting it, I really enjoyed writing it! Also, T/n stands for twin’s name. I hope you like this! :) -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

He thinks it’s really cool, although the first time he met them, he thought he was seeing double, until he realized your guy’s hair was done different and your outfits are different

Then, he was confused, and just standing there, looking back and forth between the two of you and trying to figure out what was going on

Until you finally spoke up and told him

He had a lot of questions to ask you two of you, like about if your quirks were the same or not, when you developed your quirks, etc.

If you and your twin are the same size in clothing, sometimes he’ll ask them to try something on so he can get an idea of what it would look like on you

He rarely mixes the two of you up, and if he does, it’s because you two are purposely trying to confuse him

This one time you guys were pretending to be each other to see his reaction and he went to give ‘you’ a cheek kiss, but your twin thought he was going to kiss them on the lips, so they pushed him back

Then he realized what that meant, he apologized so much to you, just simply because he almost kissed your twin’s cheek

Katsuki Bakugou:

The first time they met, was when you and him were at your house, and he got up, leaving you on the couch, to go get something from the kitchen

He almost physically jumped back, when he saw your twin at the stove, cooking macaroni and cheese

“Hi, want some mac and cheese?” They asked, as Bakugou stood there wondering what the fuck was going on. He glanced back into the living room and you were still sitting in the same spot on the couch

Then your twin processed why he was acting so weird, “Oh! Sorry, I’m T/n, me and Y/n are twins.”

One time for April Fools day, you guys switched places to prank Katsuki, but since it was actually them and not you, every time he went to kiss them, they would push him away

He realized after about an hour what was going on and he was pissed, and when you came back, he very aggressively cuddled you for a few hours

He never mixes you two up, although sometimes if you’re acting up for some reason (you’re upset, or mad etc.), he’ll accuse you of being T/n, because he still doesn’t trust you since the April Fools day incident

Eijiro Kirishima:

He thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world

He found out because he was scrolling through your Instagram, and he found a photo of you and your twin at your birthday party

So, instead of texting you and asking about it, he ran the whole way to your house, mostly because he wanted to see your twin in real life

You opened the door to panting Kirishima, who was resting his arm against the wall by the doorway

“Show me your twin!”

He has mixed you two up a few times, but when he does, he always really calm about it, and he just apologizes

He’ll convince you two to trick Bakugou into thinking that he was going insane

It didn’t work, Bakugou figured you two out after like five minutes, and he almost blew the two of you up

“Get back here! You, idiots! Do you actually think I’m that fucking dumb!?”

“Bakugou, wait! It was all my idea!”

He bought you two ice cream to make up for his best friend almost murdering you the two of you

Shoto Todoroki:

He already knew you had a twin, because you warned him ahead of time, although he still was pretty amazed the first time he met them, because you two were so similar, besides your personalities

You and your twin also tried to prank him by switching places, but he realized about a solid two minutes after he met up with ‘you’, that it was actually them and not you

“You’re T/n.”

“What?” Your twin asked, their eyes going wide, “How did you know!? It’s been two minutes!”

“You two walk differently, and normally by now they’re going on and on about something, but you’re being pretty silent.”

I mean, at least now you know how much he loves you, since he realizes those little details

With that being said, apart from those two minutes, he has never mixed up the two of you

He honestly finds it kind of amusing when you and your twin make it your life’s mission to trick him into thinking you two are each other

You never completed that life mission, Shoto just pays too much attention to you, to not notice when you’re acting like a different person, even if your twin is trying to act like you

Denki Kaminari:

He first met your twin when he came over to your house, and you went to go do something and your twin walked in

“Did you change your outfit?” He asked, looking over your twin’s outfit that was totally different from the one you were wearing

“Um, do I know you?” T/n asked, crossing their arms, and trying to figure out who Denki was, before he could answer, your twin spoke again, “Oh! You must be Y/n’s boyfriend!”

“Are you not Y/n?” Denki asked, trying to figure out what was going on

“Oh, did they not tell you? I’m their twin, T/n,” they introduced themself, giving him a small smile

“THEY HAVE A TWIN!?”

If you guys are alone, he’ll be like narrowing his eyes at you, and giving you a weird look

“What?”

“How do I know you’re actually Y/n, and not T/n?”

“Oh my god.”

He’ll randomly call out your twin’s name when you’re together, because “you never know” if it could be you or your twin

He constantly jokes about you guys pretending to be each other, but sometimes he legit mixes you up

Like your twin will open the door when he comes over and he’ll just walk in like, “Hey Y/n.” and go to kiss your twin, and your twin has to push him away, and tell him that they’re not you

[sincerelybubbles]

patience || eijiro kirishima || bnha

pairing: Eijirio Kirishima x Reader

summary: Kirishima lashes out and says more then he should, but nothing can’t be resolved with some space and eventual cuddles

wc: just under k

warnings: resolved angst, slight language 

Kirishima knew he was only lashing out because he had a long day. That’s why he had avoided you within the small confines of your shared apartment, but you were so persistent and now he had said the one thing he knew would hurt you the most. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stood in shocked silence, staring at him with your mouth slightly open. 

He knew he should call out your name, reach for you, say he was sorry, do something, and yet. . . shame filled his chest as he turned around and raked his hand through his hair, feeling pieces of hard strands between his fingers despite already having washed his hair that night. 

A headache was blooming in the base of his neck as he heard you walk away. It broke his heart more to know that you hadn’t said anything back. He had crossed the one line he promised himself he wouldn’t - it was something huge for you to even tell him, and now he’d thrown it in your face just because he was tired from a long day at work.

Frustration bubbled in his chest as he let out a long groan, storming across your shared room to the punching bag in the corner. 

He let out his day, slamming his fists into the bag over and over, not caring that he had already showered, or that he wasn’t really in workout attire. He would go into the living room and beg for the forgiveness he was sure he didn’t deserve when the fire in his chest quelled. For now, he would take out his anger in a healthy way. 

An hour later, Kirishima was drenched in sweat, his heart was pounding, and yet he felt the tension leave his shoulders. The weight of the day was finally lifting off of him, and he had just taken medicine for the pounding in his head. Ice flooded his veins at the memory of his harsh words to you, and he wasted no time pushing open the bedroom door and making his way into the living room where he expected you to be sitting on the couch. 

Except, the couch was empty.

His stomach sank at the idea of you cooking in the kitchen, despite his harsh words. Quickly, he walked into the kitchen, already announcing that he was sorry and that he would cook. But the kitchen was empty.

As was the hall bathroom, and the hallway outside of the apartment.

Panicked, Kirishima threw the sheets around for his phone that he knew he tossed on the bed earlier. It fell to the floor with a satisfying thump and Kirishima dove toward the noise, finding his phone slightly under the bed and lacking in texts or calls from you.

His fingers shook as he unlocked his phone and pressed your contact. The red heart that you put next to your own name glared up at him as he lifted the phone to his ear.

His heart felt like it was beating incredibly slow, too slow, as his listened to the phone ring. Surely, he was drowning because he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Right before the line clicked off, someone picked up. He heard shuffling and someone breathing, and he was sure you were off somewhere, caught by a villain, and he hadn’t even noticed because he was so selfish and arrogant-

“Kirishima-kun?” That wasn’t the voice of a villain. Kirishima strained to listen to the background of the call, hoping to hear you, even for a second.

“Mina-kun?” He breathed out, “Where is she? Is she okay?” Mina sighed and suddenly, Kirishima’s heart was beating too fast, not too slow. He let out all of the breath in his lungs, slipping from his crouch to fully sitting on the ground, overwhelmed by anxiety.

“She’s fine, she’s with me.” Kirishima let out jumped thanks the moment those blessed words left Mina’s mouth.

“When will she be home?” He asked hopefully, “I need- “

“Look.” Mina cut him off. “I only answered because she told me that you’d immediately think the worst. She’s okay, she’s with me.”

Kirishima didn’t dare the breathe as Mina paused. Were you crying? He thought he heard a faint sniffle. There were the sounds of footsteps and a door shutting. All of the faint background noise disappeared, and Mina sighed.

“I’ve known you for a long time, Eijirio-kun.” Kirishima’s first name, something only you called him, made him snap to attention. “So, I’ll let you know that you fucked up. Give her space, give her time, she’ll be home. . . Just, probably not tonight, okay?”

Kirishima nodded, before swallowing around his dry throat, “Yeah, okay.”

The line went dead and Kirishima laid back, still holding the phone to his ear, as if somehow it would bring her to him.

Slowly, he felt his eyes shut as exhaustion hit him. He knew that she would want him to get up, to shower and eat, but he knew if he did that, he would cry. And, despite what she always told him, crying didn’t feel manly, especially when it was his fault that everything around him was falling apart.

He dreamed of their fight, over and over on loop. His harsh words echoed in his head. When he woke up on the floor, his back was stiff, and his phone was almost dead. Kirishima forced himself to stand and turn off the beeping clock.

His chest ached worst of all, it felt hollow and empty, and the pain only intensified as he realized that you never came home last night.

He moved through the apartment like a ghost, not making any sound as he got ready for the day. He wondered if you felt this lonely yesterday while he was ignoring you. The small apartment felt bigger than ever without you.

The traces of you, your sweater, the smell of your soap in the shower, the plates you picked out, mocked him. Screamed at him that he let one lousy day turn his words harsh. His mouth tasted sour.

He didn’t have to go into the agency today, he was only on call, and yet he forced himself to get ready as if he were going in. He put on his hero costume, feeling less like a hero by the second. Heroes don’t make pretty girls cry. Heroes didn’t let shitty days ruin everything. Heroes could fix things, not break them.

His face guard felt stiff on his face, and the gel he smeared through his hair made his hands feel almost too heavy to lift.

He couldn’t meet his own eyes in the mirror.

Kirishima left the apartment, unable to bear the thought of it empty without you anymore. He patrolled the streets, smiling at people as they noticed him, signing papers thrust at him. This, he could do. He could force a smile and act like everything was okay. He could talk and make others happy simply because he had to.

It felt like every word leaving his mouth only worsened the sour taste he spent ten minutes trying to erase with his toothbrush.

Screams interrupted his conversation with a small boy telling Kirishima he was his favorite, and the young hero ran toward the noise.

The thief wasn’t hard to apprehend, and the adrenaline pumping through Kirishima’s blood made it easier to press on throughout the day.

He made his way back to the apartment well after lunch, his stomach feeling empty, but not hungry.

He kicked off his shoes and set the small bag of groceries he bought on the table before freezing at the sound of the shower. He ran through the apartment, feet slapping against the tile, slippers long forgotten. He threw open the door, calling your name and activating his quirk in the same breath.

Your head appeared from behind the shower curtain, hair wet and sticking to your cheek. His quirk deactivated as he looked at you, mouth slightly open, and eyes searching yours.

“There’s food in the oven, it should be warm by now.”

“Huh?” Kirishima couldn’t process this. Just last night he fucked up everything, you were gone, and didn’t come back last night. And now you were here, with soap on your forehead and were talking about food.

“You should go eat.” And then you stuck your head back in the shower. He could see from your shadow that you were washing your hair. “Eiji, go eat.”

Like a mindless puppet, Kirishima left the bathroom and made his way into the kitchen. He made himself a plate and sat down, looking at it.

What should he even say? What if you weren’t here to forgive him? Where you crying earlier? Your eyes looked puffy, but it could just be the shower.

Chopsticks suddenly appeared over his plate, and he looked up to see you holding them out to him. And, shit, you were wearing his shirt. It was one of his old tees that you claimed ages ago, but it was his.

He resisted the urge to grab your hand and kiss it, to beg for forgiveness, to show you how much he missed you, despite it not even being twenty-four hours without you. Instead, he gently took the chopsticks from your hands.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, ducking his head, and picking up some of the noodles on his plate.

He ate in silence as she put away the few groceries he had brought home.

“Are you going to eat too?” He asked, giving her a pleading look.

“I already did.”

“Oh.”

There was deafening silence for a moment before Kirishima opened his mouth to do what he should have last night. Fuck it, he should have run to Mina’s and told her how his own words made him sick to his stomach, but he wanted to give you your space.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day yesterday.” Your voice was so soft he barely heard it, but his eyes snapped to yours immediately.

“What?”

“I should have left you alone, I shouldn’t have pushed you. I’m sorry.” Your lower lip was trembling, and he could tell you were trying your hardest to avoid his eyes. “I just wanted you to talk – to confide in me for once.”

“Babe, you really have nothing to say sorry for. I’m the one who messed up. I should have never – I knew that was a sore topic and I – What I said, I should have never said it. No matter how shitty my day was.” Kirishima stood and walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrists, bringing your arms to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of both of your hands. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I’m not upset with you.” You admitted, finally looking up at him. Your eyes were swimming in unfallen tears. He placed his forehead against yours. “I really didn’t mean to annoy you. Just, sometimes you act like you have to do everything alone, and you don’t have to. You can confide in me, rely on me.”

“I do, babe, I really do. Sometimes, I’m afraid I rely on you too much. You weren’t even gone a whole day, and everything was a mess.” He fought a smile as you scrunched up your nose.

“I would have come back last night, but Mina wouldn’t let me. I only left to give you a bit of space.”

“Please, don’t ever give me space again.” He mumbled, nudging his nose against yours.

You smiled up at him and nodded before lifting your chin to place your lips on his. He could have cried. You were being so gentle, so sweet. The kiss was slow and soft, everything Kirishima loved about kissing you wrapped up into one moment. And yet, he forced himself to break it.

“I really really am sorry. I crossed a lone I should have never crossed-“ You cut him off with another kiss, this one on the corner of his mouth.

“Already forgiven.”

“Still, let me make it up to you.” Kirishima searched your eyes, knowing he couldn’t forgive himself that easily.

“Can we watch the movie we were supposed to yesterday? I’ll make popcorn.” Kirishima nodded, feeling the tension leave his shoulders at the idea of holding you close on the couch. He’d be able to hold you close, play with your hair, and just be near you – everything he had been craving throughout the day.

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

[eating-fires]

Pressure // Izuku + Reader

Written for @shadowchroma​​ , but she also doesn’t know so shhhh.

Comfort ficlet for ya’ll. I have never written Y/N or Canon +/x Reader stuff before, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. I have three different Y/N ideas now so I’ll make a page for them all when I can!

Please feel free to copy+paste wherever if you want to save it!

Your dorm room at UA is nestled at the end of the main hall after you come up the stairs. You decorated it with posters of your favorite bands, heroes, and books - that, and you have a habit of cutting out snippets of magazines, of articles that catch your attention. Most of them are inspirational, and your classmates tease you about them - especially Katsuki, whenever he stops by - but you can tell by the way Momo lingers that many of them appreciate how unabashed you are with your optimism.

It’s something class 1-A has needed in recent times.

Jirou and Denki had shuffled into your room about two minutes ago - next, you were joined by Shoji after he knocked and asked if he could come in. Fumikage joined next, and you had Dark Shadow’s head on your lap. Next was Eijirio, then Mina, then Tsuyu, then Ochaco...

You could sense it, once most of the class had tried to crowd themselves into your small dorm room, spilling out into the hallway.

There are some missing faces: Shoto, Izuku, Momo…

And Katsuki.

But that’s because he’s gone, right now. Aizawa and Vlad had rushed everyone back to the school after the incident. From what you knew, the police and the heroes were working non-stop to try and find where the League of Villains had taken him, and you couldn’t shake the fear that your classmates might try to do something stupid.

You set your hand on Jirou’s shoulder - she was sitting next to you, leaning against Denki, and when she looks at you, you smile. You send a pulse through her, one that makes butterflies erupt from her person.

She laughs.

Your other classmates smile, and you spread the feeling through Jirou to Denki. A golden retriever, this time, bounding around the room, its echoing bark drawing more laughter from your classmates. Behind the guise of joy you grit your teeth, urging your quirk to spread its influence further; urging it to last longer.

Animals of all kinds are soon bounding through the halls of your dorm, with you chasing after your classmates to keep them going.

“Hocus-pocus!” your voice rings out through the dorm, and every single critter you had drawn out of your friends bursts into a flurry of sparkling, multicolored lights - then it’s cold, and it’s snowing indoors. Shoto and Momo are in the common space when the class barged in, and they are startled by the presence of snow.

You see the stress leave their shoulders, small smiles touching their lips as they watch the flakes drift to the floor.

Magician, that was your quirk. It relied heavily on positive emotions, and you always had to start somewhere - usually yourself. You had become a beacon in the class, smiling, always smiling, always doing everything in your power to give nothing but happiness to your friends.

You never told them how exhausting it is. It was hard, always being happy; always being a pillar.

But you would do it for them. You would do it if it meant you could make it snow indoors enough for your friends to have an impromptu snowball fight. It lasts for a while, as long as you can keep it going. You need to keep it going.

The moment you drop to your knees, unable to keep it up anymore, the snow disappears. You smile at your friends when they rush over to make sure you are okay, and you assure them you are.

“It’s just a little tiring, that’s all! I haven’t been able to spread my quirk around like that before,” you tell them. Shoji gathers you up in his many arms and bears you to your room. He sets you gently on your bed, and then leaves you on your own to get ready for the evening. It doesn’t take you long, and it takes you even less time to fall asleep.

It’s midnight when you wake up, hearing a soft knock at your door. You stagger to your feet, yawn, and go to open it, expecting Momo, or Ochaco. Both of them have a penchant for showing up at your room late in the night.

Instead, you find Izuku.

His eyes are downcast, and he stares at his feet. You can tell he’s upset, and you set a hand on his cheek, concerned.

“Izuku?” you ask quietly, “what’s wrong?”

His hands are shaking when he twists his fingers in the sleeves of your pajamas - but he’s not talking, and that’s worrying, because Izuku is a talker. You’re about to say more, anything to encourage him to tell you what’s troubling him, when he pulls you against his chest and wraps his arms around you so tightly you think you hear your back crack.

You hug him back as his whole body convulses with restrained sobs, tears soaking through the fabric covering your shoulder. You hold him tighter, hushing him, rocking back and forth in the doorway to your room. Bits and pieces of your quirk pool around you until there’s a small flock of songbirds, quietly singing.

“I almost stopped them,” he chokes out, “he was right there, right in front of me b-but I… I couldn’t get to him.”

“I know, I know…”

“He was so scared…”

“Shh, Izuku, shh,” you try to draw back, but you can’t. Izuku’s face is anchored to your shoulder as surely as his arms are anchored around your waist. You decide that this will do, and push down your own worries and your own tears because he needs your comfort right now, “Bakugo is tough! Those villains won’t get to him.”

He nods against you, and feeling revitalized, you continue, “everyone’s working hard to find him. So it’ll be okay… even if that’s hard to see right now. He’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

Again, Izuku nods, and you’re content with standing there holding him for as long as he needs you to. It feels like an hour has passed before Izuku loosens his hold on you enough for you to settle back on the flats of your feet. You gently cup his face in your hands.

“Hocus-pocus,” you whisper under your breath, sending a wave of sparkling butterflies from your chest to flutter around Izuku. His smile is small, but it’s there, and it reaches his eyes. That’s all you’re going to ask for right now.

Don’t do anything reckless, you tell him as he withdraws fully from your embrace. This time, the smile he gives you doesn't reach his eyes, and his assurance that he won’t falls flat.

You’re a little angry when you discover that he, Ilda, Momo, Shoto, and Eijiro all went against the ground rules and pulled their own little rescue mission.

But you’re proud too, because they succeeded.

And you decide that you can let it slide, just this once, when Izuku comes to you sheepishly and apologizes for being reckless when you told him not to.

You forgive him.

[sokkasangel]

emotions

»»——— eijirio kirishima x reader

summary: the times you expressed all four emotions (happiness, sadness, fear, anger) with kirishima, & the one time you realized your best friend was the love of your life...

warnings: slight angst

a/n: skida! part two is coming soon!!! don’t worry!!!

masterlist

happiness:

“i hope they have it,” you wished aloud as you entered the convenient store.

kirishima walked a little ahead of you, beating you to opening the door. he had offered to walk you, & you politely declined. but he convinced you by saying something about “everyone needs a buddy” & “a buddy — at the very least — makes things less quiet”. so you agreed. & now you had someone to tease & laugh with on the way home.

“what?” kirishima followed you as you walked past the cashier & isles of snacks.

“my peach iced tea!” you exclaimed as you neared the refrigerated section.

“peach tea? don’t they sell those almost everywhere?” kirishima asked after he caught up with you. “& why are you walking so fast?”

“i’m excited!” you spun around as you walked. & like it was contagious, kirishima joined in with your laughter. “plus,” you continued. “it’s a certain brand. i can never find it anywhere.”

“well, let me know if you do. i’ll be in the snack isle,” he pointed to the beef jerky & chip section. you nodded & then focused on your mission. you were going to get your iced tea.

after a few moments of scanning the many drinks, you finally found it. the glorious pink can. it was just how you remembered. the pastel pink stood out among the drab colors of surrounding bottles, & the words “peace tea - peach flavored” yelled in bold lettering.

you gasped. this store — which was only a block away from ua — had your favorite drink this entire time?!

your exclaimation caught kirishima’s attention. his head poked out from the shelves & he waddled over. when you finally saw his whole body, you noticed that his hands were full of jerky & pringle’s.

“i found it!” you smiled with your mouth wide open, & you hugged the can with your cheek. it’s condensation cooled your skin. “here feel.”

you grabbed one of kirishima’s hands & pressed it to your face.

“ouch!” he ripped his hand back & resituated his snacks. “too cold!”

“hey!” you pouted. “that was warm!”

“c’mon, cutie, let’s go check out.”

sadness:

today was not your day.

the amounts of schoolwork piled up on your desk. sure, becoming a hero was fun, but it didn’t excuse you from calculus and english class. & it didn’t help that you couldn’t understand anything the teacher was saying.

& your bed was covered in laundry that long needed to be folded. so now, you couldn’t even lay in your own bed.

on top of chores & school, your parents had called nonstop for a week. they bugged you about grades & scores & hero internships. not one word of praise or love.

it was all exhausting & too much.

you had been sitting at your desk for what was now hours. checking your phone, you saw that it was already 9:00p.

already? you thought. my last break was during dinner.

you need to escape. tears pooled your eyes as the stress came crashing down on you. you still had hours of work, & you couldn’t crawl into bed & ignore it. but you needed a break.

so you pushed yourself away from your desk and left your dorm for the common area. it should have been empty, but when you walked in, bakugou & kirishima were eating snacks.

you quickly swiped the remaining tears from your cheeks & walked past them. you were thankful for the dim lighting.

you passed the kitchen & entered the living room. you situated yourself into the couch & reached for the remote. but nothing sounded good; you just kept looking through movies upon movies.

you huffed.

the sound of dishes clanking together mixed with fading footsteps. they must have gone to bed...

tears welled up. even when you were away from everything, you were still stressed. it wasn’t even finals either.

as you groaned, a head popped out from behind the couch. it hovered over yours. when you looked up, kirishima’s face was upside-down.

“you okay?” he asked.

that was it. the last straw. the tears kept coming and coming. you buried your eyes in your hands & begged for it to stop. kirishima was immediately by your side. he reached an arm over you & pulled you in. his warmth was comforting & it distracted you for a second.

“what happened?” his voice was soft. you always thought that was ironic. his quirk was hardening, but he was always soft.

when you moved your hands, you saw that kirishima was also crying. this made you want to cry even more.

“why are you crying?” you asked & wiped one of his tears.

“because you are.”

you smiled & hugged him. you could always rely on kirishima. he was your best friend. nothing could change that.

fear:

it was dark & cold.

the cold crept up your neck & made your teeth chatter.

you kept reaching out for something — anything. but once you did, you felt on your knees. you could hear them crack under your weight. it was agonizing.

a deep voice was surrounding you. it was laughing at you; taunting you. it was also familiar.

it was him...

his eyes glowed in the pitch black. they drew nearer & nearer. you could hear his breath get closer & closer & closer...

you bolted upright. you were covered in a cold sweat, and you noticed all your pillows & blankets had been tossed to the floor.

this had been happening a lot recently. ever since the incident at usj, nightmares had taken over your sleep. the thought of that man’s hands scared you beyond anything.

& before you could think anymore, you made your way out the door. you didn’t even bother to put on shoes. you snuck through the dorm & into the hallway.

it was a short walk to the boys’ dorms.

you had only made this trip once before, so you weren’t totally confident in not being caught. but luckily, you made it to the door you were searching for.

you quietly opening it & slipped inside. you maneuvered across the floor. it was too dark to see, so you held your hands out in front of you.

“oww!” you cried. you held your toe & whimpered.

“huh?” kirishima’s voice rung throughout the previously silent room. his bedside light clicked on; the brightness momentarily blinded you. you looked down & realized you had stubbed your toe on a weight. “y/n? whadder you doing here? what time is it?”

“i had a nightmare,” you said, embarrassed. it was like you were five years old. “can i sleep in here tonight?”

“of course.” kirishima opened his blankets & scooted over. “c’mere.”

you shuffled into his bed. it was warm & everything smelled like him. it was so nice.

after getting comfortable, you switched the light off.

“i’m actually kinda glad you’re here,” kirishima whispered.

“me too.”

a few moments passed.

“you make me feel safe,” you commented & snuggled closer to your friend.

“i’m glad.”

anger:

“YOURE SO SELFISH!”

you had been screaming through the phone for what seemed like hours. your voice was hoarse & your legs were tired from you pacing about the living room.

luckily, everyone was out today. so you were able to scream without anyone being disturbed.

“IM SELFISH? HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO YOURSELF?”

you didn’t know how it got this bad.

this was one of your closest friends. & now she was your worst enemy. the reason for the argument was long buried underneath horrible namecalling & profanities. both of you brought up points that were wrong & could never be forgiven.

“hey, i was gonna touch up my roots an-“

a certain red-headed man stopped dead in his tracks. he had walked right into a screaming match. he’d never seen you this angry. sure, you’ve yelled at denki & bakugou. but those times couldn’t compare to now.

“YOURE THE WORST!”

“I HATE YOU!”

you stopped.

she hated you? no, that’s not right. this was the woman who was going to be at your wedding, the girl who always had your back.

the fight had gotten bad, but this? this was beyond anything you could’ve imagined.

without replying, you hung up & threw your phone into the couch as hard as possible. you huffed & ran your hands over your face.

“y/n?” kirishima ventured further into the living room. “what happened?”

angrily & resentfully, you managed to explain how you & your friend had started to fight. you told him all what was said. you thought talking about it would make you calm down, but it only fired you up.

“why don’t we take a walk?” kirishima suggested.

“don’t wanna.”

“workout?”

“too tired.”

he had been sitting on the couch, watching you pace as you retold the story. but now, he got up & wrapped you in his arms.

“let go-“ you wiggled in his arms & noticed that he used his quirk to keep you in place. “stop! kiri, i swear. i don’t wanna be hugged right now!”

but he stayed silent. he just held you closer, in fact. & as if it flipped a switch in your brain, you slowed down. your breathing calmed, your mind stopped buzzing, & the need to keep moving stopped.

“wh-“

“i know you, y/n.” he rested his chin on the crown of your head. “i know what you need without you having to say anything.”

love:

the teasing from your class had gotten worse over the past two months. your classmates had always joked about you & kirishima, but ever since denki found out you snuck into kirishima’s dorm, it grew substantially.

but you ignored it. there was nothing between you two... right?

okay, so you tried to ignore it.

but ever since the fight with your now ex-friend, something changed. the words of your friends invaded your mind.

“don’t you see the way he looks at you?” jirio’s voice echoed in your head.

his eyes softened sure, but didn’t all friends’?

but the more you thought about it, maybe it wasn’t normal.

you noticed how his eyes wandered to your lips, which made your cheeks heat up. & you remembered how he once bit his lip while listening to you ramble. even thinking back on it made you flustered.

“you smile whenever his name is mentioned!” ochaco had commented once.

you thought back.

whenever bakugou mentioned that kirishima was tagging along, your heart did skip a beat. but it was because he was your best friend.

just your best friend. nothing more.

“don’t you ever want to be more than that though?” tsu asked a while ago.

yeah, you thought about it while you were cuddle up with him in his bed. but you never made a move. he was a friend.

oh my god, you thought to yourself. i’m in love with my friend.

you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. now what?

you sat up & hung your legs over the side. you clicked your heels together, thinking.

you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. but he had these feelings too right? everyone said so. hell, you even took notice. you can’t just keep this bottled up. you saw too many romance movies with this plot. it never ended good.

so you ran out of the room.

you were going to find kirishima. you were going to confess to your best friend.

you looked through the kitchen & living room & didn’t see him. you ran through hall after hall. but not once did you see him. where was he?

the sun was setting, & the school was now covered in an orange hue. you were on your way back to your room. you had been looking for at least a half an hour & nothing.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into something hard.

“ouch!” you looked up at what smacked into you.

it was him.

“oh thank goodness i found you!” he exclaimed & grabbed you by the arms. “i’ve been trying to find you for like an hour!”

“i- i’ve been looking for you, too.”

“i need to tell you something... something really important.”

“me too.” your nerves were building up. what if he said no? would it go back to normal? would there be a wall between you two after this?

“i realized something today,” he began.

“i did, too. ... kiri, i think i-“

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU, Y/N!” he yelled. it came out so fast that you thought you misheard it. “i love you.”

[crownofgildedlilies]

snowball fight

pairing: kirishima x reader summary: There’s nothing more manly than showing off in a snowball fight, right? wc: 1.5k event masterlist

You loved your friends. You really did. You were so, so, incredibly appreciative of the fact that you had such a huge, close knit group of people to call your friends. You were even more lucky to be friends with everyone in your class—it made it easier when you moved into dorms and you were with all those wonderful people you so dearly loved. 

You loved them. Yes. 

But you were probably going to kill Kaminari before the week was over. 

Usually, you had the patience of a saint. No one, not even Bakugou, could get under your skin. You loved your friends, so why would they annoy you? 

And that had been the case until you started dating Eijirou Kirishima only a few short weeks prior. 

It wasn’t as if you suddenly hated being around the rest of your friends simply because you got a boyfriend. That wasn’t the case at all, and you kept your concerns to yourself in fear of someone thinking that you were the type of person to drop your friends in favor of a relationship. 

But you really just wished that you could have a few hours alone with Eijirou. You’d been officially dating for nearly two weeks, and you hadn’t even kissed yet. Someone—Kaminari, seven separate times—always interrupted your impromptu dates with questions and demands to include themselves. 

Honestly, you were convinced your friends were struggling more with the change in your and Eijirou’s relationship than you and Eijirou were. 

“Meet me outside in five minutes.” 

You nearly jumped at the sudden proximity of Eijirou’s voice, having previously been too caught up with comparing homework with Mina and Jirou to notice your red haired boyfriend leaning over the back of the couch in the common room to whisper in your ear. 

You nodded slightly, hoping that no one noticed the short interaction, because you knew without a shadow of a doubt that someone would try and follow. You didn’t even turn to look as you felt him walk away, hearing the front door open and shut behind him. 

Five minutes passed agonizingly slowly, but you waited, and excused yourself with a tiny white lie saying that you needed to run to Class B’s dorms and borrow something from Kendo. Eijirou was waiting on the bottom step of the porch, wrapped in his jacket to keep out the cold. 

“There you are,” He smiled as you stepped towards him. He stood, and though you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and finally kiss him, you knew you were both very much in the line of sight of anyone who happened to look out the window. 

“Go for a walk with me?” You asked sweetly, and he nodded quickly, extending his hand out to help you down the steps in case they were covered in ice. You felt your heart warm at how chivalrous he always was and swelled with pride in the fact that out of everyone, he chose to be with you. 

“Of course!” He threaded your fingers together, and even through the gloves you wore you reveled in the feeling of his body heat against yours. Since your relationship was still incredibly new, even just holding hands with him made your heart race. “It wouldn’t be manly to have you come out here just to sit in the cold.”  

“You’re always such a gentleman, Eiji,” You grinned shyly at him, hoping that you could blame the color in your cheeks on the cold punishing them. From the corner of your eye, you watched as he puffed his chest out slightly in pride. 

“Thank you,” His cheeks were burning, too. It was sweet, how the two of you were smiling bashfully at one another, holding hands and yet not quite able to meet the other’s eye. 

So sweet in fact that you couldn’t take it, and not too far from the dorms you dropped his hand to duck down into the snow bank. You moved quick so that he couldn’t process what you were doing, and though you were both heroes in training, you managed to throw a hastily made snowball at him. It exploded against his chest and he only stood stunned, the sound of your laughter tearing through the air. 

“Surprise attacks aren’t manly!” He accused, but he was crouching down to get his own handful of snow. With a playful shriek, you started running away from him and into the snowy front yard of the dorm building. “You’re on!”

He launched the snowball at your retreating back, but you managed to just barely dodge it at the last minute. Based on the force of the throw, he was going easy on you, ever the gentleman. 

You, though, were not going to be so lenient. 

You managed to hit him twice before he caved and started taking it a little more seriously, hitting you once in the side. Immediately, you dropped to the ground, causing him to race to your aid and make sure he hadn’t hurt you. The worry on his face almost made you feel bad for using his concern to draw him close only to hit him with a fourth snowball directly in the chest. 

Almost.

“Hey!” Eijirou acted like he was offended, but you knew better. With a grin, he helped you to your feet after checking to make sure both your hands were free from possible snowballs. When you finally were standing, your body was practically flush against his, his hands on your waist and yours on his chest. 

You felt a little breathless, being so close. Usually, someone would walk in, or call you, or bang on the door of whichever dorm room you were hiding in.

Maybe you were being dramatic, but you glanced over your shoulder behind you to make sure no one was going to interrupt. 

Satisfied that you were finally alone, you moved your hands from his chest to rest on either side of his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones delicately. 

“Hi,” You murmured, smiling softly. Grinning, Eijirou returned the gentleness with which you looked at him. You felt his grip on your waist tighten just slightly, as if he didn’t really believe you were standing in front of him. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” He jokes, voice light and adorable and exactly the same as when you first fell for him. 

“I think I won,” Your reply comes with a laugh as he pouts, but he’s not as sore a loser as some of your friends—Bakugou—so he takes it in stride. And, really, can he argue against you when he’s covered in snow from your attacks?

“Yeah, I think so too.” His voice is softer, and suddenly you notice that his head is dipping closer to your own. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you tilt your chin towards him and your eyes fall shut. 

The first brush of his lips against yours is hesitant, experimental. Your palms are sweating in your gloves and Eijirou’s fingers dig into the skin of your waist, but you press tighter against him and finally get the kiss you’ve been waiting for. 

He’s warm, despite the cold, and though it’s only a first kiss you’re able to feel so much adoration in his every touch that you find yourself going dizzy with him. You could kiss him for hours, you decide, and you’re so glad you were able to sneak off for such a sweet first kiss.

But suddenly, Eijirou’s head jerks forward and there’s a sound like splatters against the back of his jacket. He pulls away suddenly, eyes wide and checking you to make sure you weren’t hurt from the force of his head knocking forward into yours. 

“The hell?” You curse, hands sliding from his face to grip the collar of his jacket. 

A snowball, you realized, was the culprit. A well-aimed one that hit him in the back of the head and knocked his hat off kilter, revealing more of his dyed-red hair you so adored. He looks at you for a moment, silently stunned, like you had somehow been the one to hit him when you had been kissing. 

But then you glanced over Eijirou’s shoulder, and felt a groan fall past your lips involuntarily. 

“We having a snowball fight or what?” Bakugou calls from a few dozen feet away, already holding a second snowball he clearly planned to launch your way. The rest of your friends—the whole class, it looks like—is huddled around him and grinning so smug you knew there wasn’t a chance they hadn’t seen what the two of you had just been doing. 

“Would you think less of me if I killed your best friend for interrupting?” You asked Eijirou, voice playfully neutral as you contemplated the consequences of murdering the one and only Dynamight. Sure, Japan might suffer from the loss of such a powerful future hero, but you would finally get the chance to be alone with your boyfriend. 

“That’s not very manly,” He smiled, teasing. His hands squeezed your waist once, twice, before crossing over his chest to examine the huddle of your friends. “Let’s just kick their asses in this snowball fight.”

“Deal.”

You loved your friends. Truly. 

They just had terrible timing. 

[kirishimaswife2819]

They Walk in on You Changing || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, and Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Summary: The boys walk in on you changing

Word Count: 1.1k

Izuku Midoriya:

You and Izuku had been dating for a few weeks now and he was coming to your room to meet you for a date. He didn’t even think of knocking, and opened the door. But you were in the middle of finding a shirt to put on, leaving you in just your underwear.

Izuku let out a scream of surprise and stumbled backwards, his face beet red. He slammed a hand over his eyes, as he searched for the doorknob.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n!” He said, continuing to apologize as he closed the door, his hand still covering his eyes. His cheeks were a darker shade of red than Kirishima’s hair. You finished getting dressed, and opened the door.

“Izuku, it’s fine. I’m dressed now, you can take your hand away,” Izuku listened, but was still hesitant to pull his hand off of his eyes. Eventually he did and spoke again, “I’m so sorry, I really should of knocked.”

“It’s fine, Zuku. But are your cheeks okay?” You asked, poking one, “I think they may be on fire.”

“Haha, yeah,” Izuku said, looking down at the ground.

“Well, how about we leave for that date?” You ask and Izuku nodded, letting you take his hand and lead him away.

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki had just left your room after you studied together. Since it was kind of late, you decided to get changed into something comfier. After pulling off your shirt, and reaching for your new shirt, the door opened.

You snapped your head over, to be met with the ash blonde, standing there in shock. You also didn’t miss the way he looked you up and down and tried to process what had happened. Quickly, you pressed the shirt to yourself, trying to cover yourself, but you weren’t wearing any pants either, so it didn’t do much.

“Um, Katsuki?” You questioned after about thirty seconds, causing him to snap back.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, slamming the door shut, “Do you not know what a damn lock is!?”

“Do you not know what knocking is?” You questioned, trying not to get too embarrassed as you slipped your shirt on, and then a pair of pajama pants.

“Shut up!” Bakugou yelled back, as you took a look in your mirror to make sure that you looked fine, before opening the door, to find Bakugou with a bit of blush on his cheeks.

“Are you blushing?” You teased.

“No! Shut it!” He yelled.

“Geez, calm down, I was only teasing. Did you need something?” You asked.

“Yeah, I forgot my jacket,” he said, and sure enough when you turned, his jacket was sitting on your desk chair. You went into your room and grabbed it, before going back to the door and handing him it.

“Is that it?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” he replied, “Oh, by the way, you don’t look that bad.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You asked, smiling.

“Yes, now shut up and accept it,” he said, not waiting for a response before hurrying off.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro had just gotten the results back for a test you helped him study for, so he hurried to your room, not warning you or giving you any idea he was coming, before opening the door. You had been in the middle of changing, because you were going to go out. So, you were standing there in just your underwear, about to put a shirt on.

You processed that he had walked in on you changing quicker than he did, and you spoke first.

“Kiri!” You yelled, and he snapped out of his daze, quickly closing the door.

“Holy crap, Y/n. I’m so sorry, I should of knocked. That wasn’t very manly of me at all,” he rambled on, as you finished getting dressed. He continued to apologize as you walked over to the door and opened it.

“It’s fine,” you said, trying to hide how embarrassed you were, “What did you need?”

“Oh! I got a good grade on my test!” He showed you the paper in his hands, giving you a grin.

“That’s great, Kiri!” You exclaimed, looking over the paper, taking it so you could see what he did and didn’t get right.

“Yeah, again, sorry about walking in on you changing. I should have knocked, or warned you that I was coming over,” he said, blushing a bit.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad or anything. Maybe a bit embarrassed,” you replied.

“Don’t be embarrassed! You looked great!” He exclaimed, before pausing to think about what he actually said, “Crap, that wasn’t very manly to say.”

“You’re funny, Kiri,” you said, “Now, do you wanna come in and we can play a game or something?” He smiled and agreed, letting you lead him into your room.

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto had texted you informing you that he was coming over, but you thought he would take longer than he did. So, when he got to your room, and decided not to knock, since you knew he was coming, he walked in while you were in the middle of changing shirts.

“Apologies,” he said, playing it cool as he shut the door and stepped back out into the hall. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but on the inside, he wanted to explode. 

You finished putting on the shirt, before opening the door.

“Um, sorry, I didn’t think you were gonna be that quick,” you replied, slightly blushing.

“No, it’s my fault, even though you knew I was coming, I should have knocked,” Shoto said, and then you noticed him slightly blushing, something that you had never seen.

“Are you blushing?” You asked, smiling a bit.

“Maybe?” He replied, and you chuckled.

“You’re cute,” you commented, stepping back into your room, “Come on in.”

[kirishimaswife2819]

Them Reacting To Their Girlfriend Coming Out as Trans || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Trans!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Trans!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Trans!Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Trans!Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Hello :D Could I request how the boys would react to their s/o coming out to them as a trans girl? She started transitioning before she met them, but she's still pretty early into it? Thank you!

Warnings: Kaminari’s is slightly suggestive, but there’s nothing too explicit

Word Count: Almost 1k

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I didn’t do Todoroki, because I couldn’t think of a scenario for him, so sorry about that. I wasn’t sure if you wanted like headcanons or a scenario, so I just did a scenario of them coming out as trans, so I hope that’s alright. Also the way I took the request was that the girlfriend is mtf, and that they know her as a girl, just don’t know that she’s a trans girl, so I hope that’s right. Other than that, thanks for requesting! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

You and Izuku were sitting in his room, working on homework together, when you remembered that he didn’t know you were trans. As far as Izuku knew you were a girl from birth, and you knew you would have to tell him eventually. You glanced over at Izuku, who was writing stuff in his notebook, while mumbling to himself.

You didn’t know why you were so nervous to tell him. This is Izuku, there was no way he wouldn’t be fine with it. But you were still really nervous. You took a deep breath, before speaking up.

“Izuku?” You asked, and he looked over at you.

“Yeah, Y/n?” He asked, giving you a small smile, and then he noticed the nervous look on your face, “Is something wrong?”

“Um, no, it’s just...” you trailed off, taking a deep breath, “I’m transgender, I just started transitioning a few months ago, so I figured you should know that.”

“Oh,” Izuku replied, looking like he was thinking for a second, “Alright, that’s great. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”

“You don’t care?” You asked, and he shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“No, of course not, you still want to be my girlfriend, right?” Izuku asked.

“Well, yeah, but you really don’t care?”

“Why would I? I love you and you love me, who cares if you’re transgender or not, although I do have a few questions,” he said, “Can I ask them?”

“Sure, go ahead,” you replied, as Izuku pulled out a notebook and pencil, “We’re going to be here a while, aren’t we?”

“Yup!” Izuku replied, scribbling something down the page, before looking up at you and smiling.

Katsuki Bakugou:

“You have to tell him soon, Y/n,” Mina said, flipping through a magazine while you two sat in the common area.

“I know, I’m just worried,” you replied, leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you so worried about? Bakugou’s not going to care,” she said, looking up at you, and you were going to say something else, but then a new voice spoke.

“I’m not going to care about what?” Bakugou asked, causing both you and Mina to jump. You both turned to be met with Bakugou, who had obviously just come back from training.

“Um, nothing,” you replied, “How was training?”

“You’re avoiding the question,” Bakugou said, “Go, Raccoon Eyes, I need to talk to my girlfriend.” Mina mouthed a ‘sorry’ to you, before taking her magazine and leaving. Bakugou took the spot where she was sitting and looked at you.

“Okay, talk,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms.

“Well, I’m sort of...,” you trailed off and whispered, “Trans.”

“You’re what? You’re gonna have to speak louder,” Bakugou said.

“I’m trans,” you repeated, louder this time.

“Really? That’s it? You had me worried something happened,” Bakugou said.

“So, do you still want to date me?” You asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, “I really couldn’t fucking care less what you were born as, as long as you still want to date me.”

“Oh, alright,” you replied, giving him a small smile, “So, how was training?”

Eijiro Kirishima:

You and Kirishima were sitting in his room, playing video games together.

“This game’s dumb,” you said, setting the controller down on the table, and pulling out your phone.

“No it’s not,” Kirishima replied, “Come on, one more round?”

“No thanks, Kiri,” you responded, “I need to go to the bathroom.” You sat your phone down, not thinking to close your messages and you left the room. Kirishima was about to start a new round of the game, but your phone buzzed, causing him to look over at it. It was a text from your best friend, and normally Kirishima wouldn’t have cared or snooped but the text concerned him.

B/f/n: Have you told Kiri yet?

Kirishima knew it was wrong to answer somebody’s messages for them, and pretend to be them, but he really wanted to know what you had to tell him.

You: Tell him what?

B/f/n: That you’re trans? What else would you need to tell him?

“Hey, I’m back,” you said, entering the room as Kirishima continued to stare at your phone, “Are you good, Kiri?”

“You’re trans?” He asked, looking up from the phone.

“Oh, well, uh yeah. Are you-”

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” He exclaimed, setting your phone down and running to give you a hug.

“Woah,” you said, not expecting him to hug you so tight, “Careful, Kiri, you’re going to squish me.”

“Oops, sorry,” he said, smiling at you, “You could of told me though.”

“I know, sorry, I was just scared,” you replied.

“Well, you shouldn’t be. I’m going to keep loving you no matter what you identify as,” Kirishima said.

“Thank you,” you said, “I love you.”

“Love you too, now, get over here and play another round of this game with me,” he said, dragging you back over to the couch.

Denki Kaminari:

You and Denki were making out in his dorm, room when he started pushing you down onto the bed. When you realized what he was trying to do, you pushed him away.

“Wait,” you said, trying to catch your breath.

“What? Don’t you wanna go any further?” He asked, sitting back.

“I mean, I do, but um,” you said, “I’m trans.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I figured you should know,” you said, nervously messing with the fabric of your pants.

“Okay, that’s cool! So, you wanna keep going?” He asked, smiling.

“Wait, you don’t care?” You asked.

“No, not really. I don’t really care what you were born as or any of that, as long as you still want to be with me,” Kaminari said.

“Thanks, I love you,” you said, giving him a small smile, as he leaned in for another kiss.

“Love you too, babe.”

[kirishimaswife2819]

Hi! Could i request kirishima with promt 10 (i think?) The one about the spider. Like his s/o eventually traps the spider in a see through glass or something and Kirishima got a little suprised but he's a manly man so he gets over it quickly and they play with the spider and/or set it free outside or something like that

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompt 10

↠10. “Why are you freaking out? I’m sure it’s just a little spid- HOLY SHIT THAT THING IS HUGE.”

↠Author’s Note: I changed it up a little bit and Kirishima trapped the spider instead of the s/o, so I hope that’s alright. Other than that, thanks for requesting! I hope you like this. -Danielle <3

↠Genre: Fluff

↠Word Count: 400

↠Notes/Warnings: Reader is scared of spiders but fine with them if they’re trapped, also they’re aged up

“Eijiro!” Kirishima heard you yelled from across the house, and when he didn’t respond in a few seconds, you yelled again, “Eijiro!”

“Coming!” He yelled, pausing his game and getting up. He walked towards the bathroom he knew that you were taking a shower in.

“There’s a spider! It’s big, hurry!” You yelled, causing Kirishima to stop by in the kitchen and grab a glass, before continuing on his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped in. You were standing in the corner, pressing a towel up against yourself, “It’s in there.”

“Why are you freaking out? I’m sure it’s just a little spid- HOLY SHIT THAT THING IS HUGE.” Kirishima said, pulling back the curtain and jumping back at the sight of the large spider in the tub.

“I told you!” You yelled. Kirishima took a deep breath before reaching forward and quickly placing the cup over top of the spider.

“Okay, it’s trapped now,” he said, “I’ll go get a magazine or something to pick it up.” You found your way out of the corner and you got dressed. Just as you finished, Kirishima reentered, with a piece of cardboard. He grabbed a towel and dried the area around the spider’s cup to avoid wetting the cardboard.

Then he slid the cardboard under the cup and picked it up. Immediately afterwards he sat it on the counter so you two could look at it and make sure it wasn’t poisonous of anything. Kirishima did a quick google search, while you tapped at the glass, watching the little spider move.

“You know, it’s kinda cute,” you said, “I mean it was scary when I was in the middle of showering. But now it’s pretty cute.” Kirishima replied with “it’s a...” and then proceeded to name the breed and facts about it. It wasn’t harmful, so you two sat there for a little while, observing it and playing with it. 

Eventually, you and Kirishima picked it up, and took it outside. You watched as he removed the cup and stepped back. You both watched as it crawled off of the cardboard and down a stone step.

“Bye bye little spider, we’ll miss you!” You semi-yelled, waving as if the spider could understand you.

“Little spider? Didn’t you just call it big?” Kirishima questioned, crossing his arms.

“Oh shut up, nobody asked you, weird hair.”

“Hey, only Bakubro can call me that! Also you said you loved my hair!”