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failedfics · 16 days ago

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BNHA/MHA Story Snippet #1: Kirishima X Reader

Quirkless AU -- Kirishima Eijiro X Reader

Word Vomit: 1710

Content: aged-up characters, (legal) drinking/alcohol misuse, (lowkey) cheating/infidelity, boyfriend's best friend, roast session, Kirishima drops f-bombs, swearing, confession but not in the way you're likely thinking, spending the night/unplanned sleepover, Bakugou is mentioned

(Skippable) Quick Context: The reader is with Bakugou, but Bakugou's a massive jerk towards her. Some way, some how, she ended up being alone with Kirishima at his place; I couldn't figure out how, and I wasn't even far enough in the story to be at this part, but it got written. I think it was supposed to be a party or something; I don't know. The premise of the story doesn't really matter anymore, but that's pretty much what happened before this snippet -- which is absolutely nothing, because it never got written and, like mentioned, I never got that far along in the story.

You poured yourself another drink.

When you went to lift the glass to your lips, Kirishima blocked your lips from the rim. The pair of you giggled. When you tried, again, to get a swig of the alcohol, Kirishima had stopped you once more. "What are you doing?" you chuckled. "I don't want you to drink too much," he said before putting a can of beer to his lips. You rose an eyebrow. "So you can be four beers deep, but I can only be two glasses of wine in?" The red head smiled at you. "That's different. You still have to drive home. Not to mention, you'll regret it when that massive hangover comes later." You scoffed. You went to take a sip out of your third glass of red wine, and Kirishima let you this time. "I couldn't possibly regret anything more than dating Bakugou."

The pair of you froze when you had said that. Shit, where had that come from? You looked over at Kirishima, and he was already looking at you. Your mouth fell agape. Way to confess that to his best friend. With no way to explain yourself, you took a big gulp of wine and averted your eyes. You were shocked to hear Kirishima suddenly laugh. "No kidding. It's hard enough being his friend sometimes. I don't know how you manage to be in a relationship with him." You weren't expecting that, and you were suddenly intrigued. You focused your eyes back on him. "It's hard being his friend?" Kirishima gave you an exaggerated look. "Being Katsuki Bakugou's friend? His best friend? The absolute hardest. Guy's a jerk."

Kirishima had six more beers, and you had finished off the first bottle of wine and were halfway through another bottle. You became giggly, and Kirishima's language became vulgar. Stories about Bakugou were swapped, and eventually, it became a bashing session. The pair of you talked about how he was a terrible person to be around, and how the pair of you found it hard to be around him most of the time. You talked about how he kept you around for ego and would constantly insult you, and Kirishima spoke of the same. You talked about his bad habits, and Kirishima disclosed some of his most embarrassing moments. Guess Bakugou wasn't as great as he made himself seem. "Honestly? Fuck him," you finally said. You tilted back your wine glass, trying desperately to get the last few drops of your sixth helping. "Seriously," Kirishima agreed, crushing his beer can and putting it in the small pile he had created on the table. A few moments of silence past before the red-head finally broke it.

"Hey, [Name]?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you put up with Bakugou, anyways?"

The question was sudden but one that you had seen coming. You laughed it off. "Why do you put up with, Bakugou?" Kirishima shook his head, sliding closer to you on the couch. "No, seriously. Why do you put up with him?" His close proximity flustered you -- either that, or you were warm from all that wine you had drunk, and Kirishima bringing all of his body heat from his own alcohol consumption hadn't made it better. "I mean--" his voice broke you out of your thoughts "--you're super nice, you're funny, and you're really cool to be around. Not to mention, you're smart, and..." Kirishima's voice drifted off before he confidently said "You have a gorgeous smile."

You felt your face flush -- it was definitely not the alcohol this time. You fiddled with the empty glass in your hands. "Y-you...like my smile?" He gave you his own signature grin. "Absolutely," he confirmed without hesitation. "And your laugh is fu--frickin' adorable," he censored. He must've realized that he'd swear a lot whenever he was tipsy, just as you had. You noticed that his arm was draped across the top of the couch and right next to you. You looked back at his reddened face. You felt your stomach flip when he leaned closer to you. Your knees were touching now, and you looked down briefly when you felt the contact. When Kirishima chuckled, you looked up at him again. "Sorry. I had scooted closer to you, because it seemed like we were super far away, but I guess that was the beer. Depth perception and everything." You felt the reverb of his laugh in your core, and the way that his lips curved when he smiled...

Your eyes widened, and you gasped audibly. This was starting to get too real. Better yet, it was getting too intimate. The red head's face immediately went to one of concern. "Hey, are you all right?" "Y-yeah, yeah! I'm go-- I'm fine!" You planted your hands on the couch to stand.

"It's just getting late, and I sh-- woah."

"H-hey! Careful!"

Not your brightest move. When you stood up so suddenly, everything came crashing back down, and you started to really feel the effects of all that wine that you had drunk. It was, admittedly, more powerful than you had anticipated. Still, you, thankfully, fell back onto the couch, but you slumped over and landed in the crook of Kirishima's arm in the process. The pair of you made eye contact, and it was no mistaking that you saw each other get flustered. It took some extra effort with the room spinning, but the pair of you separated from one another. You were now on opposite ends of the couch trying to gather yourselves.

Kirishima didn't allow the silence to linger for long, clearing his throat somewhat loudly before he spoke. "You were right about it getting late. We should get some sleep." You nodded, a delay in your voice as you agreed with a, "Y-yeah. We should." You felt as Kirishima moved to get off the couch, but it appeared that he was experiencing the same difficulties that you were. He chuckled. "Well, I was going to grab a blanket and tell you that you can have the bed, but, shit, I can't even make it to the closet." You joined him in laughter.

"I wouldn't want to take the bed from you anyways, if that makes you feel better."

More laughter. "It doesn't, because I can't make it to the fucking bedroom either."

"Well, how about this. Whoever can get up first can have the bedroom."

"Deal. Hope you don't mind sharing the couch if neither of us can get up though."

An agreement was made, and the night proceeded. Kirishima groaned as he reached out for the TV remote that was on the coffee table in front of you. Thankfully, a nearby lamp was used as the source of light, so it didn't take much effort to lean over and turn it off. You settled into your respective side of the couch as Kirishima turned on the TV and flipped through the selections of a random streaming service. "Any requests?" he asked. You yawned in response. "I don't think I'll be up for much longer. You can pick." Kirishima yawned backed. "Fucking same, dude. Whatever--" he selected a true crime series "--this will do."

The two of you weren't long into the show before you felt your eyelids get heavy. You regretted not wearing something comfier. You really wanted to take your jeans off, at the very least. You felt the straps of your bra bite into you, and you sighed. Suddenly, your jeans weren't the problem. You looked over at Kirishima, and his eyes were shut. You quickly snaked your arms under your shirt, removed your bra, and stuffed in between the cushions of the couch. This was much better. You curled up and shut your eyes. A few seconds went by before you opened them once more. This was not better. Your jeans were restricting you too much and curling up was just not an option. You weren't bold enough to take your jeans off. You looked over at Kirishima again; his eyes were still closed. You breathed heavily. "Fuck it." You needed to stretch out. You scooted over to the red head's side of the couch. You shamelessly laid your head in his lap, but it wasn't long before you felt him stir. You looked up at him, and you saw him looking down at you.

He gave you a quick smile. "Getting comfy?" You nodded. "Here. Let's do this instead." You lifted yourself off the man as he adjusted himself and swung his leg over you, sandwiching it between your body and the couch. You fell into a natural position and laid your head on his chest, nuzzling into him; he was so warm. You sighed in bliss. "Oh yeah, this is the stuff," you breathed out. You felt the rumble in Kirishima's chest as he chuckled. "Yeah? I meant to ask if you wanted to borrow some clothes. Don't get me wrong, you look nice, but I don't think that's suitable for sleep." Your eyes met his. "Wouldn't that mean you'd have to get up?" Kirishima smiled, resting his head on the plush arm of the couch. "I was just gonna give you what I was wearing to be honest." The pair of you laughed. "And besides, if I got up, I'd have to take the bed. Why would I wanna miss out on this?"

Your heart fluttered and clenched at the same time. Kirishima was so sweet, but this was not right. You shouldn't be over at your boyfriend's best friend's house by yourself. You shouldn't be enjoying the sweet words that your boyfriend's best friend said to you. You shouldn't be cuddling with your boyfriend's best friend on his couch. You shouldn't be happy that your boyfriend's best friend wanted to sleep together, too. You nuzzled more into Kirishima's chest. It was just the alcohol working. Your imagination and better judgement was just running free. You didn't like Kirishima that way. This was all platonic. It was just two tipsy friends sharing a couch.

"Hey, Kiri?"

"Hm?"

"Is that offer to borrow your clothes still available?"

"Of course. Did you want the shirt, too? I don't know if you'd be comfortable with me being shirtless."

It's just the alcohol working. This was all platonic.

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coopigeoncoo · 2 years ago

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An Itch to Scratch, Chapter 1: Foolish Lover's Game

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: Mermay, Mer!Kirishima, Interspecies Relationships, Sexual Content, Somnophilia, Drowning, Caretaking, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Medical Conditions, Family Secrets, Self-Esteem Issues, Long-Distance Relationship, Wakes & Funerals, Family Member Death, Depression, Original Characters, Adopted Children, Angst with a Happy Ending.

This story is part of a collaboration from the Teahouse Server.

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Kirishima Eijiro is everything you never thought you'd find when you packed up your car and moved to a dilapidated fishing town. He was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away.

And that might actually be a bit of a problem.

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"Good girl ," Eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin. You returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.

"Eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest. "I- can't breathe!"

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

It was an indescribably gorgeous day out in the water, the waves lapping at your shoulders were the perfect temperature to cool your sun-warmed skin without chilling you. The sky was a solid bright blue with no variation in its hue, making it look like whoever was in charge of coloring the sky that morning just stuck a paint sample card up and called it a day.

"We've been out here for a long time," you mentioned offhandedly, heaving yourself up onto your raft inelegantly, grunting as you struggled to get a leg up and roll onto the wildly bobbing flotation device.

"Oh!" Kirishima exclaimed, startled by how much the sun had shifted in the sky. "Yeah, we have! Geeze, it's already way past noon!"

Finally fully on your raft, you let out a whoosh of air as exhaustion settled into your muscles as you sprawled out under the warm sun.

"Do you wanna' try and squeeze up into the raft with me?" You offered, patting the narrow sliver of remaining raft at your side. "It'll be a snug fit, but we can make it work."

"As much as I'd love to join you up there, I don't think It'd be a good fit," Kirishima admitted regretfully, his throat bobbing as his eyes over the curve of your hip where your rash guard had crept up and exposed a strip of sun-warmed skin.

"Yeah, you're probably right," you laughed nervously, doing your best to banish the thought of the two of you on the raft together, limbs tangled up and chests pressing closer as you struggled to make room for each other. "I'm just worried your legs are getting tired."

"Why would they be?" Kirishima asked with a furrowed brow, snagging a bit of seagrass floating by and twirling it about on his finger.

"Because you've been treading water for hours now?"

"Oh, right! My legs are so tired right now!" He laughed uneasily, balling up and crushing the seagrass in his fist.

"Are you going to be okay to get back to shore? I'd hate for you to get caught in a current and be too tired to make it back to shore safely," you told him, concern seeping into your tone as you rested your hand across Kirishima's muscled forearm.

"I'll be fine," he beamed at you, gazing at you with soft eyes as he ran his thumb tenderly over the back of your hand. "But it's sweet that you're worried about me."

Breath catching somewhere in the vicinity of your diaphragm, you smile bashfully in response, turning your hand in his to lace your fingers tightly with his as the two of you lazily paddled back towards the shore.

It hadn't been in your plans to move in with your Grandpa after graduation, but it also hadn't been in your plans to be buried so deeply in educational debt you weren't sure you'd ever manage to pay it back. Your chosen field was competitive and potential employers weren't calling back, so with the move-out date for student housing fast approaching you weren't left with a ton of options.

Gran-Gran had passed a couple years prior and Gramps had done a good job carrying on without her, even though you tell by his wistful sigh when he walked by the framed photographs in the hallway that he missed her dearly. But as he marched steadily towards the end of his life the list of things he was able to do independently dwindled with each passing month. He'd nearly broken a hip during your final semester when he'd fallen off a chair trying to replace a burnt out bulb in his porch sconce.

That event had gotten the family chat buzzing with concern; people expressing their displeasure that he was living alone but unwilling to personally do anything to remedy the issue.

Suddenly flush with time, you'd loaded up your car and made the long trip up to the seaside house your Grandparents had lived in for far longer than you'd been alive. Your friends had been jealous of your relocation at first, imagining your new life to be the glamorous sort that they had seen in movies and the obligatory beach episodes of their favorite shows. Their excitement for you had quickly evaporated when you finally arrived and started sending them photos from your new town.

Every picture you sent was overwhelmingly brown. Everything from the buildings to the sand and even the ocean itself was a murky russet color, a far cry from the pristine blue they had been picturing in their heads. Even the food did its best to conform to the town's limited color palette; the beige of fresh fried seafood and potatoes that made up the majority of your meals made for a sad entry whenever you compared snapshots of meals.

It had saddened you at first, the oppressive brown atmosphere, but in the end it had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The blandness of your surroundings had made you notice the brilliant crimson spot bobbing across the distant waves, a beacon luring you out into the water to investigate.

Hastily donning a life vest, you set out from shore on your trusty inflatable raft, making a horrifying discovery as you neared the mysterious red blob in the distance.

It was a person.

Ice cold panic crashed through your veins as you frantically paddled out towards the man, the head disappearing beneath the waves for longer and longer stretches of time, your lungs aching in sympathy for how long they were staying submerged between breaths.

After what felt like an eternity you were finally upon them, limbs shaking from adrenaline.

"Are you okay?" You called out, chest heaving from exertion.

The man spun towards you in the water, eyes wide in shock, before he let out an ear piercing shriek and disappeared beneath the waves with a large splash.

"Hey!" You screeched, shoving your arm down into the area where his head had submerged, bright red hair completely hidden by the murky ocean water. "Can you hear me? Swim towards my voice!"

Your shoulder was aching with how violently you were waving it about, desperate to make contact with the struggling man losing his fight with the sea.

"Please," you begged whatever Gods above or below might be listening. "Don't let me be too late- I couldn't paddle any faster! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You wailed, throwing yourself half over the side so you could reach in with your other arm, hoping to double your chances for finding the drowning man.

"If you can hear me, just- just hold on!" You cried, tears blurring your vision as salty water splashed across your face. "Please! Just grab hold of my hand! I won't let go, I promise!"

Uncountable, anxious moments passed before you felt fingers gently graze across your palm. You surged forward, wrapping both your hands around the man's wrist and then hauling yourself backwards, pulling the man towards the surface with all your might.

"I caught you!" You sobbed in delight when his head breached the surface. You tugged him further up to hang off the edge of your raft while you collapsed next to him, chest heaving in exhaustion.

"Yeah," the man gasped, looking at you with wide, dazed eyes. "I guess you did."

That man was Kirishima Eijiro and you two had been inseparable ever since, spending lazy days floating out on the ocean and enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you would lay quietly along the bottom of your raft, watching the horizon for the tell-tale spouting of water that heralded the arrival of a surfacing whale. Kirishima loved to show off his diving prowess when you were in shallower waters, sliding beneath the choppy waters with a sharp grin, returning moments later with interesting shells, bits of bone, and wriggling starfish with too many legs.

You had thought about asking him into town with you, but that notion was immediately discarded because what would you even do there? Visit the only restaurant in town that served the exact same fried fish your Grandpa made while you withered under the judgmental gazes of the old fishermen playing dominoes at the corner table?

Hard pass.

So you woke up before the sun with your Grandpa, dodging all his attempts to coax you into sitting on a whoopie cushion or trying out a new bottle of perfume you knew with utter certainty was just a dolled up bottle of fart spray; and paddled out in the early morning light to spend the beginning of the day with Kirishima. Once the sun's rays became unbearable you'd return to shore and join your Grandpa and his friends down on the dock, mending nets and patching crab pots while they doled out unsolicited life advice.

You accepted their wisdom with a polite nod, knowing that they meant well. Their own children and grandkids had left the town years ago and never looked back, so you were a convenient outlet for all the paternal advice they so rarely had the opportunity to dispense.

Days crawled by, each much the same as the one before, and you tried not to think about how easily you had settled into life in this moldering town that seemed to decay before your very eyes.

You expressed this to Kirishima; your worries and fears about identifying so strongly with a lifestyle that would likely be buried alongside the aging townsfolk.

"What will you do then?" He asked, staring intently into your eyes as his fingers tightly gripped the rope running around the side of your raft. "Will you stay? Even when your Grandfather is gone?"

You didn't like to think of it- of your Grandpa dying. He was such a spitfire of an old man whose playfully nature seemed immune to fading like his eyesight and hearing had.

"I don't know. But I think there might be more reasons to stay than to go," you whispered, returning his meaningful glance; the moment ruined by the choking squawk of seagulls passing overhead.

"Is there anything here, do you think? Between us?" You asked Kirishima one cloudy day, your nerves jumping as you mustered up the courage to broach the subject that had been on the forefront of your mind for weeks.

"Nah," Kirishima scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. Your stomach twists in on itself in embarrassment and you rush to find some excuse to change the subject when Kirishima continues talking. "There was a shark around earlier, but it's gone now."

"Wait, what?" You screech, tucking your legs up to your chest protectively. "There was a shark and you didn't think to tell me?"

"You didn't notice?" He asks, face scrunched up in confusion. "Weird."

"It's not weird! How would I even be able to notice something like that? You can't see anything in this water! Did you like, kick it or something?"

"Yes," Kirishima coughs uneasily. "I know it was there because I kicked it. With my feet. Of which I have two."

"Oh God, it was that close?" You whine, burying your face into your hands while Kirishima seemed to be experiencing a delayed revelation.

"Hold on- what were you talking about before if it wasn't the shark?"

"Oh, uh," you stammer uneasily, fiddling with the zipper of the emergency bag strapped to your waist. "Nothing! Don't worry about it."

"Were you talking about us, us?" Kirishima groaned, rubbing a wet hand down his face with a rugged groan. "Oh, man! I've totally messed this up, haven't I?"

"No! Of course not!" You quickly reassured him, still not brave enough to meet his eyes after his casual rejection. "This is all on me. I shouldn't have assumed- I should have realized that what I was feeling was one-sided."

"Hush," Kirishima rumbled, a gravely sort of sound that sent shivers down your spine. Fingers ran across your forearm, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as you hesitantly lifted your gaze to his.

"Whatever feelings you have- however you might see me, believe me when I say that I feel the same."

"So, we're friends," you offer tentatively with a wobbly smile.

"The very best," Kirishima agreed readily.

"And…also something more? If you'd like?"

"Oh, I'd like that," he grinned wildly. "I'd like that very much."

Grandpa wasn't in a good way when he woke, his joints stiffer than normal and a delay in the movement on his left side that had you contemplating loading him up into your beater of a car and driving him inland to find a doctor. You decided to spend the morning with him, despite his colorful protests, and called down to the dock to let his friends know that he was alright.

You could tell he was frustrated by the shaking of his hand and how often he had dropped his toothbrush in the sink, so you let him slip you a piece of chewing gum that turned your teeth black in an effort to cheer him up. He was delighted by your coal-black smile, letting out a wheezing guffaw every time you grinned at him. Your teeth would be a touch gray for a couple of days, but it was worth it to see your Grandpa's spirits bolstered.

After escorting Gramps down to the docks and fetching him a large glass of water, you bid the group of old curmudgeons farewell and darted down to the shore. Kirishima didn't own a phone, which was usual in this day and age, but not unheard of in the area. Paranoia ran thick through people's blood and many of the old guard were happiest living as far off-grid as they could reasonably manage. Kirishima's lack of phone wasn't typically an issue so long as you stuck to your established routine, but it did make it difficult to coordinate whenever things went awry.

Hands cupped above your eyes, you peered out into the water and saw Kirishima's brilliant red hair far closer to shore than was typical. He was swimming back and forth in tight circles as if he was pacing, anxiously awaiting your arrival.

You raised your hands above your head and waved frantically to catch his attention, snorting in amusement when he finally noticed you and lost his focus, getting pushed under water by a passing wave.

"That yer friend?" One of the old men combing the beach with a metal detector asked.

"Sure is," you reply tightly, not thrilled by the notion of your personal life becoming this week's town gossip fodder.

"Be careful with that one," the man warned with a snort, hocking a thick brown loogie down onto the sand by your feet. "He's got red hair. That's bad luck out on a boat."

"Everything is bad luck out on a boat," you mutter sourly.

"Yer not wrong," the old man wheezed in amusement. "Just be careful. The sea is greedy for beautiful things, and yer the prettiest thing that's been 'round here in a long, long time."

"Aww," you coo, savoring the way the rare compliment settled warmly in your chest.

"Don't let it go to yer head," the man sniffed, pulling his headset back over his ears as his wand started beeping enthusiastically about something further inland. "Yer just a fairer sight than the rest of us old farts, but that ain't saying much."

"I hope you find nothing but bottle caps until the day you die," you grumble peevishly, blowing a dramatic kiss out to Kirishima, who dove to catch it in midair before holding it fast to his heart.

"If only," the man sighed as he limped away. "But I ain't never been that lucky."

You were startled by your Grandpa coughing loudly while he worked on slicing up his fish fry into bite sized pieces.

"One of the boys told me they saw you out on the beach this morning," he said, dipping a small piece of fish into a heaping pile of ketchup and horseradish.

"Of course they did. You're all a bunch of nosey busy bodies," you huff in irritation, shoving a large spoonful of canned peas into your mouth and wincing at their lack of flavor.

"I trust you and your judgment," Grandpa assured you as you picked up the salt shaker in the middle of the table. "But just be careful, alright? I've been a man for many years now and up to no good for nearly all of them."

"I will, Gramps. Thanks for worrying," you said with a smile, giving the shaker a hearty jiggle and watching in horror as the lid fell clean off into your peas along with the entire contents of the salt shaker.

"Ya' see?" Gramps hollered, slapping his knee in delight. "Totally untrustworthy- the lot of us!"

Your relationship with Kirishima, while good, was innocent on the best days and positively chaste on the worst. You had vivid memories of participating in far more brazen displays of affection with your middle school boyfriend than what Kirishima seemed comfortable with.

Wandering hands were constantly redirected to areas safely above the water line and attempts at kisses were redirected at the last moment onto turned cheeks and noses.

You didn't mind the slow pace at first, respecting Kirishima's personal boundaries and desire to not rush into anything physical. But as the weeks ticked by the speed of your developing relationship shifted from glacial to stagnant, you couldn't help but be frustrated and more than a little confused.

"Ugh!" You screeched in irritation when your kiss landed across his jaw instead of your intended target of his lips. With a huff, you push on Kirishima's shoulders to propel yourself backwards in the water and away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, brow wrinkled in confusion as he reached out for you, hands flexing in a grabby motion to lure you back to him.

"That's what I want to know!" You yell, slamming your hands down on the surface of the water, the sudden impact stinging your skin. "You just push me away every time I try to get close to you!"

"I- I'm sorry," Kirishima whimpers.

"Do you- do you want to break up?" You ask, voice quiet and cracking.

"No! No, of course not!" Kirishima rushes to reassure you, closing the distance between you in an instant, pulling you against his chest and running comforting fingers across your cheeks, leaving trails of water in their wake. "I care about you so much."

"Then what's going on?" You sniff miserably, nuzzling the space between Kirishima's pecs to comfort yourself. "Why won't you kiss me?"

"I just- I feel really bad when I try to kiss you."

"Really not helping out my self-confidence here, Eijiro," you wince, the sound of his heart beat thundering under your ear.

"Ah, geez! No! Not like that! I just, maybe, haven't been completely honest with you about something," he admits hesitantly. "And I feel guilty."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he shifts uneasily, kicking up a strong current that lashes against your legs. "It doesn't feel right, getting closer to you while I'm keeping a secret."

"Can you tell me? Your secret, I mean," You ask hesitantly, staring up into his warm eyes.

"I want to," he says, dropping his forehead down onto yours with a heavy thunk that sends stars flying across your vision. "I'm just scared."

"You don't have to be scared," you assured him honestly, looping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him. "I'm already halfway in love with you. It'll take a lot to frighten me away."

"Yeah," Kirishima sighed morosely. "I know."

Kirishima wrapped the tow line of your raft around his chest and swam out towards a rocky outcropping further up the shore and away from town. You hadn't explored this far North before because the tides were fairly strong in this area and it was easier on your arms to drift and explore the areas to the South.

"Here we are," Eijiro announced, lashing the rope of your boat around a half-rotten piling; evidence of a past pier claimed by the sea. You scuttled out of your raft as smoothly as you could, the waves breaking on the rocks making your exit maneuvers more bumbling than you would have liked. But you managed to get to the top of the slick rocks without slipping, so it was an overall win in your book.

"Alright," you said with a firm head nod, focusing on Eijiro's serious expression and not the unpleasant feeling of algae squishing under your hands. "What is it you want to tell me?"

"Okay," Kirishima sighed, his chest visibly sinking with the force of his exhale. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, just- give me a minute?" He squeaked, running his shaking hands through his damp hair, the bright red tresses clumping together into rows between his fingers. "This is harder than I thought it would be."

"Maybe just say it really quick?" You offer. "Just get it over with- like pulling off a bandaid."

"A what?"

"Do you…not know what a bandaid is?" You ask, utterly flummoxed by his question.

"Not important right now," Kirishima waved his hand dismissively. "We'll circle back to that later."

"Of course. Right. We need to stay focused here."

Moments pass in silence as you wiggle your fingers in the squishy algae beneath you while Kirishima's skin seems to turn ghastly pale before your eyes. You were about to ask if he was okay when he suddenly released a powerful roar that seemed to rattle your bones with its intensity.

"C'mon, Kirishima! Man up! You've got this!" He bellowed, suddenly pointing at you with one of his long fingers. "Are you ready!?"

"I-," You stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "Yes?"

"That's the spirit!" He cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "Here I come!"

And then Kirishima surged up and out of the water, his arms tensing as he caught the edge of the rock face and began pulling himself up in an impressive show of strength. He scrambled for purchase across the slippery stone, eventually letting out a triumphant grunt when he found a foothold and was able to push himself up.

And up.

Kirishima was towering high above you now, his torso stretched far above where a normal human chest would be. His monumental form blocked out the sun and cast a shadow down onto your shivering body- either from the sudden chill of the shade or the prickles of fear jolting down your spine; you weren't entirely certain.

As your eyes trailed down his elongated body it suddenly became clear as to why you'd never seen Eijiro out of the water.

Starting at his waist and proceeding downwards were rows and rows of chitinous plating that nestled and slotted I to each other to form a massive lobster tail. Eight spindly legs clicked loudly across the rock as he swayed nervously from side to side; arms crossing and uncrossing as he waited for you to respond.

Overwhelmed by his revelation, you inhaled a great shaky breath and promptly burst into tears.

"H-hey," Kirishima stuttered, reaching for you on instinct; second guessing his actions at the last moment and pulling his hands away with a pained grimace. "It's okay! I know I look scary, but I promise I won't hurt you!"

"It's not- it's not that," you wailed, blowing your nose into the hem of your rash guard. "I could never be scared of you, Eijiro!"

"Spirits be praised," Kirishima whispered, visibly deflating in relief as his arms shot out once again to embrace you, running his hands soothingly down your back as he made quiet shushing noises to soothe you. "If you aren't scared, then why are you so upset?"

"Because I'm allergic to shellfish!" You cried, burying your face into his shoulder as another wave of sobs overtook you.

"I don't- what does that mean?"

"It means that lobsters make me sick!"

"Oh," Kirishima muttered numbly, his hands stilling against your back as dread welled up in his belly. "Well, shit."

The two of you lay sprawled out on that rocky outcropping, idly watching the clouds shift by. Kirishima was on his back, his numerous lobster legs folded and tucked close to his body while his feathery swimmerets fluttered anxiously in the air.

"So, how allergic are you exactly?" Kirishima asked, his tail slapping against the ground mindlessly as his thoughts raced.

"Allergic enough to carry this," you sighed as you unzipped your emergency pack and pulled out an EpiPen. "I've had to carry one ever since I was a kid. I used to eat a ton of lobster- wait. That must sound awful to you!"

"Nah," Kirishima said, waving off your distress with a hand and a couple of legs thrown in for good measure. "I eat lobsters all the time. They're delicious."

"I- well. Okay, then," you replied uneasily, trying not to dwell on the potential moral ramifications of Kirishima's lobster consumption. "Anyway, I had ordered some lobster tails like I normally did, but once I started eating them I began itching like crazy. I've avoided shellfish ever since."

Kirishima blew out a frustrated breath as his hand crept towards you, weaving his fingers through yours.

"What are we going to do?" Eijiro murmured dejectedly, squeezing your hand tightly as the clouds tumbled through the sky above you.

"I don't know."

#eijiro kirishima x y/n #eijiro kirishima x reader #eijiro x y/n #eijirou x you #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #pigeoncoos🕊#bnha x self insert #mha x female reader

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sweet-honey-tears · 2 years ago

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Remembering

Katsuki Bakugo x Self-Conscious!GenderNeutral Reader x Eijiro Kirishima

Mostly just Kat x Reader with a hint of Kiri. Still getting use to this kinda of writing, tips are always welcomed🤍🤍

Spelling is bleh and I’ll probably delete later idk- still not to comfy with this kinda writing.lol.

WARNING:Mention of self harm(scratching), tell me if I missed any!

Kat remembered the first day he met you like it was yesterday. ShittyHair had introduced him to you, if only by accident. The sounds of you two dumbasses' laughter filled the common area as you both walked in dripping water. The storm, which he warned ShittyHair about, had snuck up on both of you.

Bakugou remembered scoffing, all before his eyes landed on you. ShittyHair, being well ShittyHair, gave you his sweatshirt to try and protect you from the storm. It hung on your smaller limbs, dripping water onto the floor under you, a small puddle forming.

“Who’s extra?” The look had him, fuck his heart broke a little. You stopped laughing and instead shifted on your sopping shoes. When you side-eyed Kiri for help, fuck he hated it. Why hell did he feel like this for some dumbass extra!?

Kiri, being ever the savior of moments like these, threw his arm around you, yanking you to his side.

“Bakubro! This is y/n!” Bakugou remembered hearing the name before. Mina kept droning on about some extra she met at a concert. Their quirk could manipulate moods through their singing. Then Denki, Kiri, and Sero met you at the park. Mina pointed you out, and Denki, being the dumbass he was, scared the shit out of you by yelling your name. Sero had told him the story to Denki’s embarrassment.

Bakugou to his credit, didn’t scoff or glare at you. “Fuck’in mermaid” he grumbled, before to his shock, his hand moved out, waiting. He remembered the look in your eyes, how they sparkled a bit at the offer. Your cold, clammy hand shaking his own warm, rougher one. Fuck, they were so cold. “You dumbasss go change, your dripping water everywhere.”

Then there was that moment Kiri told him more about you. It was 8 months after he first met you. You were passed out on the floor, Mina laying across you and Sero and Denki asleep on the other couch. It was quiet, just Kiri and him watching some shitty horror movie. A predictable scream rattled from the film and then Kiri spoke.

“I don’t want to sound unmanly-but I... Bakugou need you to not tell anyone this.” The look in Kiri's eye was haunted. Weight, so much weight. The weight landed on his own heart too after that. You were self-conscious. It’s why Kiri and you clicked, bonding over the feeling of being less than. You told Kiri about how you were scared of weight, gaining any. You were petrified of failure, of falling behind and being left alone by friends again. How you clawed at yourself when you were younger because you hated your body, your quirk. You had a drawback, a major one. You would feel emotionally drained or shitty about yourself if you overused it in the slightest. Bakugou gazed down at your sleeping form. You were softer than the rest of them, sure, but you weren’t training to be a hero. You were going into psychology. Your classes were about the psyche, the brain, trauma, and whatever the fuck else.

“Fucking dumbass” he whispered.

“Bakugou-” Kiri’a voice was sharp, a warning sort of tone. There was a pause of silence.

“I like the shitty mermaid.” He growled into his palm. He had started to already regret the words when Kiri blurted out.

“I do too”

It was a year and a half after graduation. You had pretty much been living at his and Kiri’s shared apartment.

It had been midnight, way past his usual bedtime. But you were up, you had called him and he had fucking answered. It was one of those rare nights you weren’t sleeping there, and you hadn't gone out with one of them. Instead, you were dragged to some stupid club with one of your coworkers. In a flurry of tears, you spoke to him, about something he couldn’t understand. And then the words ‘fatass’ and ‘I’m an idiot’ left your lips and it clicked. Kiri told him about these calls. Days or nights you drowned in your thoughts, but they usually happened because of your quirk. What the fuck happened? Why would you use it at a club?

Bakugo had been reminded of the fact you usually reached out to Kirishima. He was softer and able to talk you down better than himself. Kiri was also more likely to be awake too. But Kirishima was on a mission.

Bakugou didn’t enjoy speeding, but fuck he could care less at the moment. Fuck the law.

The moment Bakugou reached the club he saw you. You looked like a wounded animal as you moved to him. Head hung low and your fingers clenched at your sides. You had been protecting yourself, trying to comfort yourself. The Bouncer gave Bakugou the most pitiful look he had ever seen from someone in that profession give. Fuck.

The ride to his and Kiri's apartment was mostly quiet, with you sniffling apologies every so often. When you both entered, it only took 5 minutes for him to get you to start talking. You were crying, sniffling, and pacing around. You blubbered about how you were stupid, ugly, and useless. Sentences weaved together till he gathered this: They made you use your quirk. They forced you to sing them into some frenzy bullshit at the club before pushing you out. Calling you a name he couldn’t and didn’t want to remember.

Bakugou can’t remember much after that, but you were shaking in his arms, allowing them to cage you in.

“You’re a fucking dumbass, ya know that?” he gruffed. He felt your hiccup, the tug of your hands on his sleeping shirt. “You can’t see shit, even after all these years. You’re fucking beautiful” his arms had pulled you incredibly close. “Ya’ant stupid,” he had mused, his rough fingers moving in circles on your back. “You’re fucking brilliant. And beautiful.” He stopped, cotton filling his mouth. “And I fucking like you- you Shitty mermaid.”

About a year after that-

Kiri had been there to help you move in with them.

#self conscious reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha writing #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x y/n #gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #fluff

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satorisoup · 3 months ago

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some silly kirene selfship texts !! :>

he’s so scrunkly… i love my eiji </3 SOB !! T^T

#he watches ninja turtles wif me :>#i adore him !! ^_^#₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ — lene’s latest gossip .ᐟ #⋆🐾° kirene ⊹˚˖#kirishima x oc #kirishima x self insert #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha eijirou #bnha eijirou #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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winxanity-ii · 1 year ago

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TENSION

ship: kirishima x fem!reader warnings: non-explicit (look, i'm not finna lie, idk what to put this as. fluff, non-fluff-but-not-sex-or-angst, idfk i just write y'all) word count: 2.2k a/n: Y'all i think i got a problem...i keep wanting respectful 2d characters to make me cry 🥴🫣🫣

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You, originally a general course student, had always admired the aura surrounding Class 1-A of U.A. High School.

It was during the Sports Festival that you got a chance to showcase your unique quirk, "Mirror Sync," that allowed you to mimic and amplify any quirk you'd previously seen.

The spectacle of your powers stunned the audience and left Class 1-A speechless, well, except for your classmates in the general course. They'd seen your capabilities during your Quirk Apprehension Test and rooted for you to claim a spot in the prestigious hero course, which you did.

And surprisingly, making the move to the hero course was easier than you'd anticipated. You'd expected to be an outsider, but instead, you were welcomed with open arms.

Perhaps it was because you were all bound by the same dream—to become a hero.

Still, you found yourself gravitating towards a specific group: the Deku Squad.

Midoriya Izuku, especially, became a close friend. He was like a human encyclopedia when it came to heroes, and the two of you clicked instantly.

Your conversations would often start casually, perhaps over some notebook sketches of hero moves or a quick discussion about the latest daring escapades of pro heroes you both admired.

"Hey, have you seen Ingenium's new move? It's amazing!" you'd often start, and that would be enough to set off an hours-long conversation, discussions that made time fly and hearts soar. The two of you would delve into the physics of quirks, the ethics of heroism, and sometimes, personal stories and ambitions.

During one late-night chat, you'd even opened up to him about your shyness, how you often felt crippled by a fear of rejection. Izuku's eyes had widened, and then he'd laughed, a warm, understanding chuckle. "You too? I totally get it," he'd said, and in that moment, you knew you'd found a kindred spirit.

Ah, yes. The good old days. Since then, life in Hero Course 3-A was mostly routine, with the regular bouts of chaos here and there, courtesy of villain attacks and challenging training sessions.

Today was no different. It was lunchtime, and the Deku Squad was getting ready to head to the cafeteria.

Uraraka floated a few things into her bag and smiled. "Ready to head to lunch?"

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Go ahead, I need to grab my bento from my bag real quick."

"Sure thing!" Iida chimed in, "We shall secure a table fit for heroes-in-training!"

You laughed at Iida's usual flair for the dramatic as they walked out, each of them offering you a smile and wave of reassurance. Alone in the classroom, you took a deep breath and moved towards your bag to fetch your bento.

As you leaned over, you felt your shoulder-length passion twists sway freely, momentarily obscuring your vision. Deciding it was best to keep them out of the way, you gathered the twists deftly in your hands, pulling them back into a low ponytail.

With your hair now neatly pulled back, you bent down one more time to unzip your bag and retrieve your bento, humming a tune that had been stuck in your head for days—courtesy of Izuku, of course.

Just as your hand finally grasped the bento, a shadow fell over you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The humming ceased, as did the playful notes dancing in your mind, replaced by silence.

Looking up, you found Kirishima Eijiro standing there, blocking the sunlight streaming in through the classroom windows. A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes lacked their usual energy.

"Uh, h-hello," you stammered, clutching your bento as if it were a shield. Sweat trickled down the side of your face.

This was far from the first odd encounter with him. Ever since you’d been in 1-A, Eijiro's mood shifted in perplexing ways when it was just the two of you. He was the life of the party, a ball of positive energy around everyone else, always engaging, and supportive. But with you, his demeanor changed—his expressions turned cold, eyes that usually sparkled now clouded with an unreadable emotion.

The problem wasn't that he was necessarily cruel, but the duality made you anxious, left you questioning your worth in a way your imposter syndrome often did. Why was his kindness so universal yet so exclusive? And why did it have to exclude you? You’d often found yourself wondering what it was about you that drew out this other side of him. Was it intimidation, annoyance, or something else entirely?

This odd, unspoken tension between you and Eijiro had always lurked in the background, but you'd never had the courage to address it upfront.

Shaking your head slightly, as if trying to dispel a cloud of thoughts, you stuttered, "Y-Yes? Kirishima-kun? Did you need something?"

His smirk widened, if only just, as if your stuttering delighted him in some twisted way.

"Need? Nah. Want? Maybe..." he drawled, his eyes sharpening as they scanned your nervous form. "I'm just stuck on something, ya' know? I can't help but notice how much you seem to think you belong here," Eijiro began, a teasing edge sharpening his voice. "I mean, you have the quirk, sure. But truly, you're not fit for this, yeah?"

There was something almost hypnotic about the deep red of his irises, contrasting sharply against the harsh words he was spitting out.

"I saw your grades from the last exam. What, did you just scrape through?" He snickered, baring a sharp-toothed grin that was anything but friendly. "And let's not kid ourselves about your performance during the recent sparring sessions. Stumbling, tripping, falling flat on your face—it's like you're inventing new ways to fail."

His words felt like needles, and you could feel your eyes sting with fresh tears. You hated how spot-on he was—how he aimed precisely at your insecurities. Overwhelmed, your gaze fell away from him; you tried to look anywhere but those judgmental eyes.

That was a mistake.

Feeling a swift jerk on your ponytail, your head tilted back to face him. "Who told you to look away?" Eijiro sneered, his grip on your hair unyielding.

The disparity in your heights became glaringly obvious; your eyes, now watery, could barely meet his. "You can't even face me while I talk to you? No wonder you're struggling in this course," Eijiro added, keeping up his barrage of taunts. Your mouth opened, as if to defend yourself or maybe even say something snarky back, but before you could get the words out, he stepped even closer to you. His body pressed against yours, cornering you against the desk. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out all other sounds.

Your senses flooded with his presence—his scent, his warmth—and you felt a heat creep into your cheeks. You placed your hands on his chest in a feeble attempt to put some distance between you two. But his shirt felt thin against his rock-hard muscles, and he didn't budge an inch, holding you firmly in place.

His nearness was intoxicating, your mind swirled, and for a brief moment, you felt almost dizzy.

But before you could fully grapple with this complicated tangle of emotions, Eijiro suddenly yanked your ponytail harder, snapping your attention back to the uncomfortable reality.

A whine slipped through your lips involuntarily, and a tear broke free, streaking down your cheek. Your face turned even redder from the combination of the pain and the embarrassment.

With a smirk that was almost wolfish, he leaned in close, his nose gently grazing your damp cheek in a gesture so intimate it made your heart pound erratically in your chest.

The dissonance between his actions and his previous harsh words disoriented you, and you were lost in the labyrinth of his mixed signals.

"I'm not sure if it's unmanly of me," he began, leaning back to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your lips to puff out into an exaggerated pout, "but I really like seeing you cry."

You were still processing the weight of his words, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and indignation, when a knock sounded at the door. Eijiro's eyes flicked to the entrance, and so did yours.

Bakugo Katsuki was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze as piercing as ever.

"What's taking so long, Shitty-Hair?" Katsuki's voice was tinged with both irritation and a certain kind of interest that you couldn't quite place.

Rather than responding, Eijiro shifted to the side, giving Katsuki a full view of your pouted lips and flushed face. Katsuki's eyes seemed to rake over you, lingering just a tad longer than you'd expect. A scoff that bordered on a chuckle escaped his lips.

As he turned to leave, he paused to glance back over his shoulder at Eijiro.

"You better not take all day, Shitty-Hair." The weight of his gaze met Eijiro's, filled with an implicit promise—or perhaps a warning—before he strides away.

The atmosphere became even more electrified, tension hanging like a thick fog.

As the door swung shut behind Katsuki, he couldn't help but shout over his shoulder, directed toward the fading chorus of complaints coming from down the hall. "Quit whining! I'm coming!" The annoyance in his voice was clear, but it was tinged with a familiarity that could only exist within their tight-knit group.

Before the door had a chance to latch shut, a whirlwind of pink and black burst into the room. Mina, eyes wide with anticipation and a lively grin on her face, ignored Katsuki's growled warning and tumbled inside. Her gaze ping-ponged from Eijiro to you, and then back again. "Kirishima, what's taking you so—"

Her words sputtered to a stop as she registered your appearance—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and tear tracks still shimmering on your skin. Her eyes rounded with concern, the earlier ebullience vanishing in an instant. "Hey, are you okay?"

It was like Eijiro flipped a switch inside him, so swift and complete was his transformation.

The challenging gleam in his eyes softened to something warmer, more vulnerable. The tilt of his lips shifted from a smug, controlling curve to a gentle, almost shy smile. Even the space he'd previously claimed, so close and confining, opened up as he took a small step back, allowing you room to breathe.

"Ah, well, you see," he began, his voice shifting from its earlier confident timbre to something softer, tinged with regret. "She laid it all on the line, wore her heart on her sleeve, ya know? And I—well, I had to let her down. But we're talking it through, right?"

Mina's eyes seemed to widen even more, if that was possible. Her lips, painted a lively shade of pink that matched her hair, turned down in a pout. She looked like she was gearing up to give Eijiro a piece of her mind, to defend your honor perhaps, but he cut her off before she could gather steam.

"You know what? Forget it," he suddenly interjected, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment as if he were searching for something. "I've changed my mind. I accept your confession."

The moment Eijiro's words settled in the air, a shrill ring punctuated the tension, signaling the end of lunch. You felt your eyes widen, your pulse quickening in a blend of horror and disbelief. Before you could even process the whirlpool of emotions engulfing you, Mina leapt into the air with a squeal of delight.

"He said yes! She said yes!" She whooped, dashing out of the room to announce your 'new relationship' to the rest of the Bakusquad drifting back from lunch. Her voice echoed down the hall, the enthusiasm infectious enough to stir a chorus of cheers and laughter in response.

You were catatonic, a statue frozen in time, even as you felt Eijiro's arm wrap securely around your waist. The physical connection snapped you back to reality, but the emotions still swirled—bewilderment, trepidation, and a touch of excitement, a tangled mess that left you dizzy.

As your classmates returned from lunch, Eijiro's arm, which had been wrapped around your waist, lessened its grip. He was soon tugged away by the returning Bakusquad, eager to question him about the sudden turn of events. You barely noticed his departure, still stuck in a sort of emotional limbo.

As you stood there, a presence quietly sidled up next to you. It was Izuku, his notebook clutched in one hand as if he'd spent his lunch jotting down hero strategies. His green eyes met yours, a curious blend of surprise and inquiry filling them.

Across the room, Denki and Sero had already taken it upon themselves to mercilessly tease Eijiro about his sudden "girlfriend." Their laughter and jibes filled the room, creating a surreal atmosphere that had you questioning if this was reality or just another complicated layer of some daydream.

Your eyes locked onto Eijiro's for just a moment. He tilted his head, and there it was—a self-satisfied smirk that morphed seamlessly into his standard, friendly grin as his eyes flicked to his teasing friends and back to you.

Izuku cleared his throat, bringing your focus back to him. "Wow, you and Kirishima-kun, huh? Who would've thought."

Your mouth moved, but the words came out as an incoherent mumble, barely louder than a whisper. You finally managed to eke out, "...Me neither."

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s1v0n1 · 2 years ago

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"Southern Belle" kirishima pt.1

an: ok so i was raised southern and I'm a country girl (no not THAT kind of country girl- no homophobia or any of that shit) but i realized with every self insert fanfic or one-shot I've read never had any of that in it. So I'm changing that!

He had met you at a farmers market, cus you know our boy shops local and loves making friends. Usually, once or twice a week, you take your spare veggies that you can't eat by yourself and sell them, this week you had far too many hull peas come up so you set up shop. It had been pretty good today, hull peas can be eaten but a lot of people use them as seeds for the fall season. Seeing as it was the butt end of October, people were taking all they could get, but don't get it twisted, you had other stuff. You always had way too much corn and tomatoes left over at the end of the week, you could only eat so much of the same stuff over and over.

A lot was sold, but there was still enough for another day so you kept the sign up as you packed up. The sun was setting and other vendors carried their products off, waving and bidding you a good night.

"Jeez, almost sold out of those purple things?" You heard a kind voice after setting a box of tomatoes in your trunk. "The hull peas? Nah I got way more at home, tryna get 'em gone b'fore they rot". He took a couple in his hand and grabbed a small plastic bag from the stall you were closing up. "How much for five?" you looked up, praying to God he wasn't gonna use his card. "Two fifty, but I'm only takin cash right now, my card reader is already packed up. I'll be here tomorrow mornin' if cards all ya got" "Oh- I got a five, you can keep the change." You looked at him for a second, you could use that for a moon pie on the way home- why not. "Alright, sounds good", he hands you the five and smiles. Shoot- he's pretty, "my name's y/n, I'll be here tomorrow if ya need anythin' else" "haven't had fresh corn in a while, the canned stuff is getting expensive too, could you same me some? Same time tomorrow night?" Oh Lord. "How many you want?" "2 or 3, probably cook some for supper and save the rest" "seeya then" you smiled and closed your trunk.

The sun was gone and the fireflies were out and about in the garden. You pulled into the drive and unpacked for the night. The farm dogs buzzed around your feet as you carried everything in, trying not to trip. The night was normal, some supper, feeding the dogs and a good night's sleep all by 9 o'clock. But he was on your mind, no one around here had bright hair like his, you'd never seen him before and this was no tourist stop, you lived in rural-small-town-middle-of-nowhere, so maybe he was kin to someone round here. You weren't sure, but he was definitely a city boy, the kind of boy your grandpa would call a city-slicker, but you were curious nonetheless.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima mha #kirishima eijirou #kirishima imagine #mha x reader #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha x self insert #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x you #mha x gender neutral reader #S1v0n1 #Sivoni

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kandidragon · 2 years ago

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𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 <𝟹

#my hero acedamia #mha oc x canon #oc x canon #self insert #bnha eijiro kirishima #gloomy bear #gir invader zim #nyan cat #rawr means i love you in dinosaur #rawr x3 #digital drawing #digital arwork #artwork #2000s scene #scenecore #scene inspo #Spotify

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qweenexplosionmurder13 · 2 years ago

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Their little doll~

MDNI 18+

Poly Kiribaku x Me fic about Katsuki and I exploring kink together then Eijiro joins in.

Also UA is a college and all characters are aged up to their 20s. Argue with my block list💅✨

CW: Dom/sub dynamics, Hard Dom Bakugou, Soft Dom Eijiro, spanking, mention of choking, begging, use of sir, daddy, princess, slut, and doll, sex in a semi-public space, cum eating, creampie, degradation and praise, "subspace" (honestly idk if it's accurately used so just go along with the fantasy), dumbification, orgasm control, oral (male receiving), after care

I'd consider myself a pretty independent person. I do most things on my own and I don't ask for help often… but ever since I started dating Katsuki and Eijiro, I'm much more willing to accept help.

Eijiro is a certified gentleman in every aspect. He always opens my door, carries my groceries, and makes sure I'm safe at all times. I loved every minute of it.

Katsuki was a bit… different in the way he chose to help me.

He knew that I had a hard time opening up sexually. He thought for a while that it meant I was mostly vanilla like Eijiro which he was perfectly fine with, but one night after a couple glasses of wine-

"I want you to choke me and spank me while using your quirk~ God I just want you to take over, make me do whatever you want. I'm tired of thinking- wanna be your little doll~ wanna feel delicate and helpless under your hands."

He could smell the alcohol on my breath as I clung to him, so he refrained from taking me up on the offer till I was sober.

I was humiliated the next morning when I recalled everything I said and apologize profusely until-

"Do you really want all of that?" He asked in a calm voice, "because I'd love to take on that role for you."

I was bright red as he professed all the things he wanted to do with me all while running his fingers up and down my spine while he forced me to look at him.

"Just … don't tell eijiro about this. I'm scared he'll think less of me if he knows."

"He wouldn't, but I'll let you tell him when you're ready," he shifts, squeezing my hips in his big hands, "till then, I'll be your Dom."

Katsuki was quick to start touching me more in public. Hand on my hip or lower back to guide me places. I felt… spacey, like I was walking on air when he exhibited those acts of dominance.

To his credit though, the sexual stuff started slow. He'd be rougher with foreplay and started giving light rewards and punishments. My favorite though, we discovered, was running off together to fuck in opportune places.

The UA utility closet seemed to be the best, most inconspicuous spot. There was sound proofing because of the washer and dryer and Kats memorized the exact schedule of the janitor so we'd never have any… interruptions. That was where we ended up one day after training.

I had been watching him work out, his warm cum still seeping out of me from this morning as I bit my lip. I trotted over to him with an innocent smile as he chatted with Deku.

"You need to work on those kick moves some more, they're way too-" Katsuki paused when he saw me beside him, "hey baby, what'd ya need?"

"Could you proofread my paper for Mr. Aizawa when you're free?" I asked, watching him smirk then go dead pan when he realized Deku was listening.

"Yeah, me and the nerd just got done. Go ahead, I'll meet you in your dorm."

My brain was screaming YES as he winked at me.

"Wow, she's had to write a lot of papers recently, why is that?" Deku asks as I try not to laugh leaving the gym.

When I make it to the utility closet, I strip down the new set of lingerie I just bought and get on my knees, ready for him to come in. When I heard his nock signal and I gave mine back, my heart was racing as he looked down at me, all prettied up for him.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" He whispered, taking my jaw in his hands and placing his thumb on my lips.

"Yes sir."

I knew exactly what he wanted me to do and opened my mouth for him.

"I fucked you stupid this morning. Filled you up nice and good, but that wasn't enough was it?"

"No sir," I slurred as his thumb held my tongue down, making my mind go hazy.

"Hmm," he hummed, unbuckling his belt. The sound sent shivers down my spine and Katsuki could see how far gone I was already, "You in subspace already, princess?"

"Yes sir."

"That's my good little slut," he teased, smacking my cheek lightly, "I've got a present for you since you've been so fuckin good for me."

"Thank you sir," I bat my eyes at him, head tilted to the side as he took the tiny vibrator out of my pocket.

"I'm gonna put this in you and I'm gonna turn it on whenever I feel like it. All you need to do is wait till I say you can cum. You can do that for me, can't you?"

I was shivering with anticipation nodding my head.

"Use your words," he commanded, taking me roughly by the back of my hair making me moan.

"Fuck~ yes sir, I won't cum till you tell me to."

"Good girl. Now up," he commands again, pulling me up by my hair causing my knees to buckle a bit as I fall into his arms.

"M'sorry daddy," I pout pulling back from him.

"S'okay, sweetheart, I know you're my little dolly right now. Not a thought inside that head except me huh?"

I nod dumbly, "yes sir."

He pulled me back in, kissing my lips tenderly as I kneaded at his chest for my contact. His kisses get more intense till he has me pinned to the wall, one knee between my thighs. His hands wander to my chest where he squeezes me.

"Ahh~ Katsuki," I throw my head back as he frantically pulls down the bra cup to suck on the tit. Soft and plush under his scorching hot mouth, he put his left hand over my mouth to keep me quiet as he worked his tongue on my nipple. The right hand trailed it's way down to my-

"Hey Bakugou! Kaminari said you went in here. What are you doing? You said we'd train together at 3, remember?"

My face was beat red as Katsuki let off my tit with an audible pop, "Can I let him in, baby? I know he'd love to see you like this."

I was too out of my own head to care about the backlash. The idea of having both of my boys devour me was too enticing not to say yes to.

"Yes sir," I whispered, moving to put my exposed breast away again so Katsuki could open the door.

"Come on in big boy, I wanna show you something~" Katsuki said, saliva still coating his lips as he pulled Eijiro in.

"What's going on? Why do you-" ei stops in his tracks when he sees me, "what are you two doing in here?"

I look down, feeling a bit of shame until Katsuki pulls me into his chest, "Why don't I just show you what we were doing? Wanna see how good a girl she is?"

Eijiro blushes intensely, but nods in approval.

"Get down on your knees," Katsuki commands softly, caressing my face as reassurance.

I do as I'm told, feeling very shy in front of Ei.

"What do you say when you're given a command?" Katsuki petting my hair as I keep my eyes on the floor.

"Yes sir."

When I hear Eijiro shiver, I look up. He's panting and I see his pants are tighter than when he came in.

"She likes it when I take control. She doesn't have to think and it puts her into a really nice headspace called subspace."

I was weaning in and out of it a bit at the moment from the interruption, but the way Katsuki was petting me, it was slowly coming back.

"Is that true?" Ei asks, reaching down to pet me as well.

"Yes… sir." I say hesitantly, still having a hard time maintaining eye contact.

"How long have you guys been…"

"A month, she was nervous to tell you because she didn't want you to think less of her," Katsuki explained, leaning on Eijiro, "tell her you still love her. She needs to hear it from you."

"Oh, baby, no! I'd never think less of you! No matter what!" Eijiro explains, "I… honestly… I think you look beautiful on your knees like this. You're just so sweet and obedient for us."

I finally looked up at him fully. His eyes are wild, but still soft and caring as always.

"She is, isn't she," Kats teases, placing his thumb on my lip again. When my mouth opens I hear Eijiro taking in a breath, "Why don't you unbuckle his pants and show him how well I've trained you?"

"Yes sir," I say, still feeling a bit shy.

I take my time unbuckling his belt and unzip his jean zipper with my teeth like Katsuki taught me, eliciting a groan from Eijiro.

"Fuck-" Ei let's out when I finally free him from his boxers. His cock hangs loose and heavy in front of my face and I look up at Katsuki for his okay.

"Go ahead, princess. Take him nice and deep down that slutty little throat."

I do as I'm told, looking up at Eijiro through my lashes as I run my tongue along the base of his thick cock. When I wrap my lips around his tip, Eijiro surprises Katsuki and I by roughly forcing my head down. When he's deep in my throat and I feel my nose press against his pelvis, I whine in pleasure.

He's using me like his little fuck doll too.

"Careful big guy, you don't wanna choke her too much. She's still working on deep throating,'' Katsuki says, placing his hand over Eijiro's to slow the pace a bit.

When they got to a comfortable pace, I felt my mind fully go fuzzy again with both boys touching the back of my head as I relaxed enough to fully take Eijiro.

"Wow… she really is into this," Ei comments breathily as Kats kisses his neck and palms at his own erection.

"Mhm, tell her she's a good girl," Kat slurs back, unzipping his pants.

"You're such a good girl," Ei whines as I moan around his cock. My hips buck involuntarily into nothing. Katsuki notices and knows I need stimulation or I'll start to hurt.

He pulls me off Ei's cock and pushes Eijiro down on his knees.

"Bend over, I'm gonna pound you while you suck him off," Katsuki commands kneeling behind me to flip up my skirt and yank the panties aside, "Oh, fuck. You soaked right through these."

Katsuki yanks them down and off to hand to Eijiro.

"Sucking my dick made you that wet baby?"

"Yes daddy~" I wheeze out as Katsuki forces me down with his hand on the center of my back.

"You callin Ei daddy too now? You want both your Daddy's to fuck you stupid?"

"Yes sir! Please-" I whine, feeling Katsuki's cock tap against my clit making me spasm.

"She's so sensitive, Katsuki… I've never seen her like this before," Eijiro comments, running his fingers through my hair.

"Oh, Yeah? Watch this-" Katsuki smirks, heating up his hand by my hip as a warning before giving me a good hard smack to my ass.

"One sir," I whimper, trying to sit up on my elbows till the next blow takes me out.

"Two sir- three sir!"

"Look how she arches her back for me," Katsuki grunts, giving me another firm smack, "now…" he breathes, pulling me up by my hair, "open your mouth."

I do as I'm told and look up at Eijiro as he places the heavy tip on my tongue. I suck on it in a daze as Katsuki teases my entrance.

"Are you ready for both our cocks, slutty girl?"

I come off of Ei's cock with a pop, "yes sir, please~" I push my ass back into Katsuki as I suck on Eijiro again.

The feeling of Katsuki stretching me out makes my eyes roll back, but it's not enough. I push back roughly into Katsuki with a whine as I continue to work Eijiro up.

"Oh, so you want me to be extra rough today? You asked for it slut," he grunts, grabbing my hips with both hands and knocks the wind out of me with every thrust.

"Fuck!" I moan unable to concentrate on sucking Eijiro with how rough he's fucking me.

All I can do is take it while I try to satisfy Eijiro. He kindly brings me back to him every time I get distracted.

I feel myself getting close when Katsuki reaches his hand around my body to massage my clit while Eijiro plays with my nipples that were now fully out of my bra from the force of Katsuki's pounding.

"Sir~ can I cum?" I ask, out of breath, "please, daddy can I cum?" I look up at Eijiro with my big pleading eyes.

"Can she, Eijiro?" Katsuki asks, his thrusts not letting up for even a second.

He smile softly down at my fucked out expression, "Of course you can baby. Cum for me."

I whine in relief as I feel the coil snap along with thick ropes of cum in my mouth from Eijiro. He'd been pulled over the edge by my desperate pleads and whines.

"Th- Thank you, daddy," I say breathily as I swallow Ei's gift. My arms give out and I just keep taking Katsuki's thrusts.

"Ah, fuck Princess, your pussy is fucking squeezing me so tight- you want me to stuff you again?" He asks, holding me down by my shoulders so my entire up half is held flat to the cold cement floor. He knew I loved being held in place by him.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I slurred, feeling his cock throb inside me. With a couple more powerful thrusts I feel the familiar warmth fill me to the brim as Katsuki leans down to hold me. His hands were gentle now as he helped me calm down from the high.

When everyone caught their breath and our highs died down, Katsuki went straight into his caretaker role.

He pulled out and put himself back in his pants before flipping my skirt back down. I turned around to him to sit in his lap while he held me close.

"Is… is she okay?" Eijiro asked inching closer, unsure what he should do as he sat next to us.

"This is her after care. She needs to feel close and reassured," Katsuki explains, "Come hold her with me. She really needs you right now."

Eijiro knew very little about bdsm or kink in general, so he just listened and wrapped an arm around me.

"You did such a good job for us, sweetheart," Katsuki whispers into my ear as I stay nuzzled into his chest.

Eijiro kisses the back of my neck softly, "We love you so much. Our perfect little girlfriend."

Katsuki smiles at Ei for catching on and smiles even wider when he sees me actually look at them.

"You think so?"

"I know so," Ei smiles, caressing the side of my face, "I'll always love you, no matter what."

Hope y'all enjoyed this very👀 self indulgent fic. 🧡❤️💜

This is the first time in YEARS that I've shared any explicit writing of mine. I'm not the best writer but this was fun and very healing for me, so I hope you'll like it too.

#aged up #bakugou katsuki #bnha fanfiction #bakugou smut #Kirishima Eijiro #kirishima smut #polycule #poly kiribaku #katsuki bakugou x self insert #eijiro kirishima x self insert #dom Bakugou #dom kirishima #explict

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with-my-calamitous-love · 1 month ago

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FASTER THAN THE WIND, PASSIONATE AS SIN

eijiro kirishima x reader

things he’d say to you

a/n: loving him (kirishima) was red <3

some nsfw content, you are responsible for what you read

“morning, babe. hm? why are you blushing? like my morning voice? gah, you’re so cute.”

“c’mon baby, you can do it. just one more set. i’m so proud of you. c’mere, i wanna show you off.”

“oh, i’m just posting a pic of me at the gym? hm? you’re worried some other girls will see? awh, beautiful, you know i only have eyes for you. besides, all my best posts are about you.”

“oh, your pussy tastes fucking amazing. want me to use my fingers too? hm? of course, babygirl. anything for you.”

“hm? you’re giving my hoodie back? what, it doesn’t smell like me anymore? you can take my cologne too. anythings thats mine if yours, babe. you know that.”

“can you help me touch up my roots tonight, baby? bakugou pointed it out… you think i look good with it? stop, babe. you’re too sweet.”

“what are you doing, always in front of the mirror? wish you could see yourself how i see you… you’re so beautiful. cmere, i want you in my arms.”

“god, just like that babygirl. fuck. your mouth feels so good, yeah? ugh, i’m gonna come.”

“you’re the best thing thats ever happened to me.”

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kirishimaizhere24 · 2 months ago

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Hey!

This is Brookyn/@sansfangirl24 's RP blog as the one and only Eijiro Kirishima! So this is the place where you can ask about the shark boi and see what my headcanons are!

Characters you can ask about

Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, and for a limited time Deku is gonna be here! (you can also ask for me because I'm gonna make a few cameos)

Ships mentioned (this blog is not for people who hate ships)

KiriBaku, DenkiJiro, and TodoDeku,

Quick Info

Everybody is welcome here, there might be one or two suggestive things but Kirishima wants everyone to talk to him, so we keep it to a minimum, Cussing is presented even though its kinda sanitized, I honestly forget I have this account so it might go kinda slow

#rp blog #bnha eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima #bakugo katsuki #intro post #blog intro #denki kaminari #kyoka jiro #mina ashido #sero hanta #bakusquad #izuku midoriya #kiribaku #denki x jirou #tododeku #self insert #Kirishima talks

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slayfics · 10 months ago

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Eijiro confesses his feelings to you and Katsuki.

Kiribaku x Reader

1,600 words~

You turned the page in the book as you sunk more into Eijiro's bed.

"UGH!" I'm tired of studying!" You exclaimed, unable to hold in your frustration anymore.

"Same- let's take a break," Eijiro concluded setting aside his book.

"Tch- no wonder you damn extras are always complaining about the exams. You don't work hard enough!" Katsuki barked at you both.

"Awe- come on Bakugo we deserve a break," Eijiro pleaded. "Plus... I kind of wanted to talk to you both about something."

"What's wrong?" Bakugo asked his friend curiously.

"Nothing's wrong I just-" Eijiro began to say before being cut off by Katsuki.

"Yes, there is. You got that stupid look in your eye. Just tell us," He demanded.

"Well ok... here it goes... so I uh- I have a crush I guess-" Eijiro began.

"Aweeee~" You began to say in a sing-song voice. Katsuki grunted and rolled his eyes looking back at his studying materials.

"Don't be mean Bakugo!" You spat and knocked the studying materials out of his hand.

"HEY!" He began to yell at you before Eijiro spoke up again.

"You guys, come on! I really need help!"

"Fine! Just be quick and spit it out. This shit makes me uncomfortable," Katsuki replied.

"I like um someone, and I just don't know what to do about it..." Eijiro finished.

"Fucking tell them and stop bugging us about it," Katsuki said bluntly.

"Don't listen to him," you said giving Katsuki a playful shove.

"God damn it extra! THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!" Katsuki yelled at you, frustrated by your playfulness.

You ignored Katsuki and continued talking to Eijiro. "As much as I hate to admit it, Bakugo's right. Just be honest with her," you said smiling at him.

"Oh well um- I just don't know how they will react," Eijiro said, Katsuki stayed silent with his arms crossed, his disdain for this conversation all too obvious.

"Oh, they? I'm sorry for assuming Kirishima! Is this a boy? Or wait, non-binary?"

"N-no- well I mean k-kind of-?" Eijiro said, stuttering his words suddenly.

"Oh! They must be gender fluid?" You asked.

"Um- Uh- I uh- I don't know- but- that's not the point!" Eijiro said, starting to get flustered as he looked between you and Katsuki nervously.

"The hell?" Katsuki grumbled, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you being so damn weird about this shitty hair? Who the fuck is it anyway?"

"I uh... I don't know if I can say yet- well maybe- I don't know," Eijiro said, letting out a big sigh and hiding his face in his hands.

"Sorry, are we overwhelming you? Just tell us how to help. We're here for you Kirishima." You said, patting him on the back.

Eijiro mumbled into his hands, "What happens if I tell them, and they don't feel the same?"

"HA?!! THEN I'LL MURDER THEM!!" Katsuki yelled. "How could they not feel the same?? You're going to be an amazing pro hero, and you're always too damn nice to everyone so- yeah- of course they will feel the same idiot," Katsuki said and looked away from you both, his arms crossing just a bit tighter as he wondered who could have caught Eijiro's attention.

Katsuki was very observant, so the fact that he hadn't noticed his best friend and developed a crush on someone was dumbfounding him. More important, he was concerned about who, and if they'd be good enough for Eijiro.

Eijiro picked his head up from his hands, a small blush was tinted on his cheeks at Katsuki's compliments.

"You- you really think so?" He asked.

"Duh- I don't just say shit to say it dumb ass," Katsuki said.

"Well so... if they do feel the same- then what do I do?" Eijiro asked.

You tilted your head to the side, "What do you mean, Kirishima?"

"Like- if they... feel the same way about me... then what? Where do I go from there?" He asked.

"Well then maybe plan a day to spend time together? That way you can get to know them more." You suggested.

"Hmmm...," Eijiro mumbled and looked down. "Well what if... what if I already spend a lot of time with... them?" he asked, and hesitantly looked back up at you.

"Oh uh... well I don't know, maybe you just give them a kiss, if you both are confessing your feelings?" You said and started to wonder more about what was going on. It seemed like nothing you and Katsuki had said was making Eijiro feel any better. He actually seemed to be more on edge now.

"Oh man," Eijiro said and hid his face again.

"The hell is wrong now?!" Katsuki asked annoyed.

"This is so not manly at all but- I've never kissed anyone before," Eijiro said.

"You're joking right?" Katsuki asked.

"No man! I'm not joking, come on don't make fun of me!" Eijiro said giving Katsuki a defeated look.

"Hey, it's ok! Everyone has different experiences!" You said, trying to calm him. "It's not that hard Kirishima, don't stress. It'll come naturally in the moment." You spoke.

"But what if it doesn't?! Have you seen my teeth?! What If I hurt them?? Or- or- what if my quirk goes off? Man, that would be so bad! Haven't I showed you what I did to my own eye?!?!" He said, panicking swinging his arms and pointing at the scar on his eye.

"Wow wow- calm down Kirishima," You begged him. It pained you to see your friend so upset that you wanted to do anything to help ease his anxieties. "Did um- did you... want to practice?" You squeaked out so low that Eijiro and Katsuki almost didn't hear.

"The fuck?!" Katsuki exclaimed.

"Wait- like... kiss you???" Eijiro asked, his whole face igniting in a blush.

"I'm sorry! That was weird for me to offer, wasn't it?! I didn't mean for that- I just- I hate seeing you so upset and-" You spat out anxiously feeling embarrassed by your offer.

"No!" Eijiro stopped you. "I uh-... can I?" He asked looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're fucking joking, right? I'm out of here," Katsuki said standing up.

"No! Bakugo wait!" Eijiro called after him.

"HA? Why the fuck would I stay for that?!" He barked.

"Yeah stay," you said. "If you leave then it does make it weird, then it's not just friends helping each other out and- well uh it would feel too intimate if it was just me and Kirishima, and this is just for practice." You explained.

"Uh yeah right..." Eijiro said, but suddenly looked downcast by your explanation.

"Tch- whatever," Katsuki said, sitting back down and looking away from you two. "Just fucking do it then so we can get back to studying,"

"Right ok," Eijiro said to himself as he hyped himself up.

"Alright well- go ahead," you said shrugging your shoulders.

"Um- just go? Like that?" Eijiro said blushing.

You couldn't help but giggle at his nervousness. "Yeah silly- here I'll get closer," you said scooting over to him more on the bed.

"Ok- ok-" He mumbled as he nervously shook. "I'm going to do it-"

"FUCKING KISS ALREADY!" Katsuki yelled.

Eijiro startled by Katsuki's yell, jumped, and moved his lips quickly to yours, causing his teeth to knock into yours.

"OW-" You exclaimed as your hand shot up to your lips.

"OH MAN! I'm so sorry! See I hurt you, didn't I!? That's exactly what I was worried about!" Eijiro cried out, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"It's fine Kirishima! It didn't really hurt, it just startled me!" You said, trying to calm him.

"Oh my god! No, your lip is bleeding! I'm the worst at this!" He cried.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP KIRISHIMA!" Katsuki yelled, startling you both, and causing you both to turn to him. "Why the fuck are you always so down on yourself!? COME HERE-" Katsuki yelled and grabbed Eijiro by his shirt collar pulling him closer. You watched as Eijiro was now pressed against Katsuki by force. The moment happened fast but you could have sworn you saw it in slow motion. Katsuki forcefully pressed his lips to Eijiro's.

A surprised, "Hmpfh~," escaped Eijiro as you watched him close his eyes momentarily getting lost in the kiss.

Then, as suddenly as he had yanked him, Katsuki threw Eijiro back down to the bed.

"There, see you can kiss someone without hurting them. So- stop fucking crying," Katsuki barked.

Eijiro looked up at his friend, his face flushed as he panted slightly, "Bakugo that-"

"DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT!" Katsuki warned. "JUST- just go! Go tell whatever dumb fucking extra it is how you feel! Just- get the fuck out of here already," Katsuki yelled and looked away. You could have sworn you saw mist in his eyes before he turned away.

"Uh Bakugo-... we're in Kirishima's room," you dared to say.

"Tch- I'll fucking leave then," he said beginning to storm out.

"Bakugo wait!" Kirishima called after him.

"FUCKING WHAT!?" He yelled but didn't turn around to face you two.

"I already did..." Eijiro said.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed and turned around looking at Eijiro, a confused look on his face. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were watery.

"I did... I- I told them... both of them..." Eijiro said, quietly and the room froze. No one spoke for a moment as you all stayed in this moment processing what it had meant, and what this whole interaction had been about.

"Both?... Kirishima... Is that what you mean by they- you meant they as in plural?"

"You mean... both- as in... both of us? You like both of us?" Katsuki asked him, eyes wide.

Eijrio nodded his head shyly.

The three of you looked at each other now having an understanding.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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coopigeoncoo · 1 year ago

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An Itch to Scratch, Chapter 3: Through The Hourglass I Saw You

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: Mermay, Mer!Kirishima, Interspecies Relationships, Sexual Content, Drowning, Somnophilia, Caretaking, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Medical Conditions, Family Secrets, Self-Esteem Issues, Long-Distance Relationship, Wakes & Funerals, Family Member Death, Depression, Original Characters, Adopted Children, Angst with a Happy Ending.

This story is part of a collaboration from the Teahouse Server.

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And that might actually be a bit of a problem.

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"Eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest. "I- can't breathe!"

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

The harbor grew grimmer by the day as ships disappeared one-by-one, loaded up onto trailers and hauled away into storage for the season. Some of the men joined their ships in wintering away from the town, setting off in the early morning light to visit far flung families until they had long worn out their welcome and the ice began to thaw.

You were helping out down at the docks that morning, accompanying Gramps who insisted on sticking to his usual routine despite the rasp in his chest that he couldn't quite kick. You'd stuck around to keep an eye on him, making yourself useful by stacking up the lobster pots and crab cages in a nearby storage building. The wire cages were hopelessly bent and buckled from years of heavy use, so your stacks were lopsided and wobbly; threatening to topple over if you so much as looked at them wrong.

"Could be worse, I suppose," the Dockmaster tutted, which was pretty much as close to a glowing recommendation as he was capable of giving. "Don't forget to grab the pots near the office too."

"The remaining boats won't need them?"

"Nah. It's starting to get too cold for shellfish. Most of the crabs and lobsters have already moved out into deeper waters where it's warmer. It's not worth the trouble for the handful of 'em that haven't had the good sense to leave yet."

"I see," you mutter distractedly, thinking about the lobster you knew for certain was still lingering near the shore and how cold his skin had grown.

"You need to leave, don't you?" You asked Kirishima the next day as you lay sprawled across his chest and belly, an old quilt wrapped around your upper bodies as you did your best to bring up his core temperature.

"I don't want to," he whispered, pulling you further up his chest so he could nuzzle into your neck as he was oft to do. "I want to stay with you."

"Eijiro-"

"Please. Just a few more days. I'm not ready yet."

"And you will be in a couple of days?"

"No," Eijiro laughs dryly, his upper legs snagging the edge of the quilt and tucking it more firmly around your body. "But I don't think I'll have much of a choice."

Clad in your wetsuit, the murky ocean water too cold for even a warm-blooded creature like yourself to brave without discomfort, you clung desperately to Eijiro in the fading evening light. You had spent the entire day wrapped in each other's tight embrace, treasuring every kiss and caress, knowing that these fleeting touches would have to sustain you over the long months you'd spend apart.

"Promise that you'll come back?" You croak, throat tight with misery. "That you won't meet some lobster lady and forget all about me?"

"That's enough of that sort of talk," Eijiro scolded, grasping your chin in his icy hand and directing your gaze up to his face; his eyes steely and serious. "Believe me, Minnow- nobody can ever compare to you."

"I'm sorry," you cry. "I'm not doubting your sincerity, but it's just so hard and I- I don't know what I'll do without you."

"Can I tell you something? About when we first met?"

"Okay."

"I…wasn't in a great place that day. I had been rejected again for mating rights- the same thing that had happened year after year after year. I thought that I would never get to know what it was like; to be held, wanted, loved," he explained, stopping to press a tender kiss to your furrowed brow. "And then, all of a sudden, there you were."

"There I was, thinking that a lobster man was drowning and making an absolute fool of myself," you snort, that memory summoning up a feeling of retrospective mortification that sometimes kept you awake at night.

"No. There you were, struggling to reach me- to save me. I might not have actually been in trouble, but no one had ever fought so hard for me before, not once in my entire life. Can you imagine how I felt then? When you reached out to me and begged for me to take your hand? When you promised you wouldn't ever let me go?"

You shook your head, the unforgiving loneliness Kirishima described too strange and foreign for you to truly understand.

"It felt like all of my dreams had come true," he grinned, his pale blue lips stretched wide into a dreamy smile.

"Oh, Eijiro," you sobbed, chest bursting with emotions you struggled to put names to; feelings that existed somewhere in the space between heartbreak and bliss.

"And you know what the most amazing thing was? You kept fighting for me. Over and over again, even when the opponent was yourself. I thought for sure when we thought you were allergic to me that you would realize I wasn't worth the trouble and give up."

"But I didn't."

"No, you didn't," Eijiro whispered, disbelief and awe steeped into his words as he cradled your face adoringly between his chilled hands. "And now it's my turn. Let me prove to you that I will always return, that I'll fight to be by your side for as long as you'll have me."

"Forever, then?"

"Forever," Kirishima readily agreed, sealing his oath with a kiss that lasted until you were both left shivering as the final rays of sun were swallowed by the horizon.

You had arranged for Gramps to spend the day with his friends down at the restaurant where they were celebrating the official end of the commercial fishing season. As much as all the men claimed they wouldn't so much as touch a pole until the Game Warden declared the waters open for fishing next year, you knew you would catch them out on the lake in a few weeks time; sawing through the ice and vying for the best positions to park their fishing huts.

You had begged off from the celebrations, citing a need for a break from caregiving and catch your breath. The men organizing the event had understood completely, assuring you that they would keep a close watch on your Grandpa and get him home safely at the end of the night.

There was an entire list of chores that needed to be done; scrubbing the burnt lasagna sauce from the bottom of the oven, crawling under the porch to shut off the water to the outside spigot before the first frost hit, making sure Gramps had enough meds to make it through the week- mundane things. Important things. Things that absolutely needed to get done.

Instead, you rolled over and pulled your covers over your head, crying yourself quietly back to sleep instead.

"Hey, Gramps?" You called out from your place at the stove, pushing a spatula half-heartedly through the powdered eggs congealing at the bottom of the pan. "You gonna' do anything with the box on the table? It's been sitting there a couple of days and I want to try and get the table cleaned off by dinner."

"What are you talking about?" Your Grandpa huffed, shuffling into the kitchen. "I didn't get a package."

"Check the table," you encouraged gently, turning away so you wouldn't have to witness the pinch of confusion twisting across his face.

"Oh, I- I guess I'd forgotten," he stammered, mind reeling for an explanation as he pulled out the packing slip, a shower of foam shipping peanuts spilling out across the tabletop. "Must have thought it was for you or something."

"Of course," you agreed, shutting off the burner and dumping the scrambled eggs into a shallow bowl. "Here's breakfast if you want it."

"Yeah. Yeah, thanks," he muttered as he squinted down at the packing list. "Do you know why I ordered five bags of penis shaped pasta?"

You laughed, a sharp, surprised sound that was wholly inappropriate on such a quiet morning.

"Can't say that I do. But if It were me, I'd make some for dinner so the next time someone told me to go eat a bag of dicks I could say 'Oh, yeah? I already have.'"

"Ha!" Your Grandpa wheezed, slapping his thigh heartily before digging one of the bags of pasta out of the box. "That's a good one!"

"Don't act so surprised," you sniff haughtily, snagging the pasta from his hand and dropping it onto the counter. "I am your granddaughter after all."

"That you are," he chuckled, spooning some of the eggs into his mouth while you rooted through the fridge.

"Do we have any hot dogs left?" You ask as you push a margarine container full of leftovers to the side. "I want to chop some up and add them to the pasta so we can really lean into the weenie linguini angle."

The boys from the dock were over today, crammed around the ancient TV in the living room on folding chairs they hauled around from house to house to accommodate their shifting hangout locations so no one person had to bear the burden of hosting every get together.

You'd thought they would have some sort of preferred sports match to watch, a local football or hockey team perhaps; but apparently the group of them were too competitive to coexist peacefully during play-off season. After a particular explosive brawl a decade or so ago, where everyone limped away with fat lips and bloody knuckles, they had sworn off sports spectatorship entirely for the sake of community harmony. These days they spent their weekends tuned into dog shows, speculating on which pooches would place and cheering on their favorite breeds.

"I don't get how this is any different than you all watching football or something," you huff, slamming a piece of bread down on top of the tuna sandwich you were assembling. "Those dogs are still competing and you're all still picking sides."

"That's true," your Grandpa's best friend nodded, snagging a bag of pork rinds out of the pantry to carry back out to the living room along with his newly opened beer. "But the difference is that we really don't care which dogs actually win. They're all good dogs who deserve to come in first, so there are no hard feelings when your favorite doesn't place."

"Can't argue with that logic, I suppose."

"Nope. And believe me, we've tried!" He chortled, peering around the door frame to sneak a glance at Gramps; perched in his recliner and trying to follow the bouncing conversation with a distant gaze.

"He's not doing well, is he?" His friend sniffed, doing his best to keep his emotions at bay by coughing into his fist.

"No, he's not."

"Right. Okay."

"It's not," you croaked, placing a gentle hand between his quaking shoulders, rubbing soothing circles and allowing him to have a quiet moment of grief while snippets of an argument over the low placement of a group favorite, a sad-faced St. Bernard, floated by.

It was bitterly cold out tonight. You thought you had bundled up appropriately for the season, but it had quickly become evident the moment you stepped outside that you had missed the mark by a layer or five. It wasn't enough of a deterrent for you to turn around though. You needed to get out and fill your lungs with something besides the stale air of your house that was weighed down by the fragrance of your Grandfather's slow demise; thin broths and pain medicine, powdered shampoo and muscle creams.

Body on auto-pilot, you wandered down to the beach, dropping down onto the frigid sand indelicately. You stared out at the ocean for a while, lost in the memories of sunny days and Kirishima's sunnier smile.

"You better come back, Eijiro," you whispered, tears stinging sharply as they rolled down your cheeks in the frigid air. "I don't think I can handle losing both of you."

Gramps had passed quietly in the night during the deepest part of winter; when snow fell more often than not and you had to muscle the front door open from the frozen frame every morning. It had taken the funeral home a long time to get to you with the icy condition of the roads, so you did your best to keep busy and await their arrival.

You had thought that you could be strong and wait with your Grandpa when the time came, but now that the moment was here you found that you couldn't bear to stay in his room a moment longer than absolutely necessary. His face was slack and unfamiliar, body empty of the essence that made Gramps uniquely him; the wise-cracking busybody with more jokes than sense.

Ignoring the smell of cooling excrement that permeated the room, you kissed your Grandfather's forehead, tucked his blankets further up on his shoulders, and left the room. You frittered time away with any distraction you could find, sifting through piles of junk mail and TV guides, straightening the doilies your Grandma had lovingly tatted and draped across every horizontal surface, and cut out coupons from the Sunday paper. Each of those tasks stretched out by you anxiously pulling back the front window curtain every few minutes to check for the hearse's arrival.

After an eternity of chipping ice off the freezer walls, you finally spied the hearse slowly rolling down the street, followed by a beat up sedan you knew belonged to your Grandpa's best friend. He shot out of the car recklessly fast for someone with a bad hip on an icy sidewalk, but you didn't have it in you to chastise him.

Not today.

"I'm so sorry," you apologized as you ran a shaking hand down your face in frustration, watching the people from the funeral home unload a gurney and toss a folded up body bag on top. "I should have called- I didn't, I don't-"

"Hush," your Grandpa's friend interrupted gruffly, pulling you into a tight hug that you didn't know you needed. "You've had enough on your mind this morning. Have you eaten?"

"I- no. I went to ask Gramps what he wanted and I just never got around to it," you say, voice muffled by the downy coat your face was pressed into. "I think I may have left the milk out."

"It's cold enough that I'm sure the milk is fine," he said, pulling back from the hug and pushing you inside with a firm hand on your shoulder while the funeral director and his assistant rolled the gurney towards the front steps. "How about I meet with these gentlemen while you whip us up something real quick? I'm not picky, so whatever you make'll be fine."

You were thankful in this moment for the way the entire town danced around emotionally charged situations, welcoming the distraction of preparing a meal over having to deal with well-meaning sympathies and feelings you weren't sure how to start processing.

"I'll get some coffee going. Come to the kitchen whenever you're ready."

"Will do."

"This is a good turn out," you cried, dabbing at your eyes with a handful of soggy tissues.

"Your Grandfather was a well liked man."

"I don't even recognize some of the people here," you admitted, squinting to the back row that was clogged with women in spectacularly styled church hats and hand-me-down pearls.

"That's the Ladies Auxiliary for the town up the coast. They come to all the funerals around here."

"For fun?"

"No," your Grandpa's friend snorted. "To make sure there's always someone here. Not everyone is as popular as your Gramps is- was."

"Oh," you sob, overcome by their thoughtfulness. "That's so nice."

"It is. They're lovely gals."

Still crying, you peered down into the casket where Gramp's body lay; still and unsmiling for the first time in his life. The funeral director had seemed a bit confused when you had handed him the bag of garments and accessories you had put together for your Grandfather to be buried in, but you were pleased to see he had executed your vision flawlessly.

His only suit, a tasteful tweed affair you had seen him squeeze into for every family wedding since you were a kid, was accented by a novelty squirting flower pinned to his lapel and a motorized bow tie that spun wildly under his chin with a cheery whirring noise.

"You don't think the novelty vampire teeth were too much?"

"This is exactly what he would have wanted," his friend assures you, reaching into the casket and pushing down onto the rubber chicken stuffed into the crook of your Grandfather's arm; the resulting squawk easily heard over the din of the deep sniffles of a group of men who refused to outright cry and were all collectively experiencing an out of season allergy flare up.

"Just wait until the eulogies. I slipped a remote controlled fart machine into his pocket."

The town restaurant was unusually packed during breakfast the next day. The booths that usually sat empty were all full of members of the Ladies Auxiliary, each woman primly sipping coffee and pointedly ignoring each other's deeply rumpled dresses and day-old makeup.

"Do you have something you want to say?" The lady at the counter next to you bristled, apparently taking your curious glances as a sign of disapproval.

"Not at all," you rushed to explain, sliding a handful of bills across the counter to pay for your breakfast order. "I'd be doing something similar if my boyfriend were around."

"Alright then," the woman said, shoulders deflating as the fight seeped from her body. "My apologies."

"It's fine," you say, waving off her contrition as you contemplate a triangle of toast left untouched on your plate. "Besides, I'm sure my Gramps would be thrilled that his funeral was directly responsible for his friends having such a memorable evening."

"Goodness!" The woman gasped. "That was your Grandfather's funeral? I feel even worse now!"

"It's fine! Really! I shouldn't have been staring. I've just gotten used to the same grungy old men that seeing a group of lovely and well-dressed women caught me off guard."

"They are a bit rough around the edges," the woman agreed with a slight grimace, dabbing at the faded remains of her lipstick with the edge of a napkin.

"No judgment here, sister. Any port in a storm, ammirite?"

She snorts inelegantly, the corner of her mouth quirked in delight as she unclasps the top of her practical clutch and pulls out a slightly wrinkled pamphlet for the Ladies Auxiliary that she slides across the counter towards you.

"Here's the brochure for our branch of the Auxiliary. You should consider joining. I think it'll do you good to spend some time away from these old curmudgeons and spend some time in a more…feminine atmosphere."

To perfectly punctuate her sales pitch, one of the men at the back of the diner let loose an astoundingly loud belch that immediately launched all the men into an explosive round of appreciative applause.

"One question: do I get to wear a fancy hat like you do?" You ask, staring at the artfully arranged tower of tulle and feathers piled atop her head.

"Of course. What's even the point, otherwise?"

"Count me in."

The weeks ticked by slowly as you grew accustomed to living by yourself and figuring out what constituted your new normal. The activities that had defined your existence at the beginning of your stay, spending time with Eijiro and caring for Gramps, were both suddenly and dramatically stricken from your schedule and you struggled to fill your days because of it.

Perhaps sensing your ennui, the town council; which was composed entirely of the two brothers who also ran the post office, elected to put you in charge of using the snowblower to clear off the sidewalks on mainstreet and the walkways of anyone who called and asked you for assistance. It kept you busy most mornings, and you were glad for the distraction.

The rest of your time was spent getting Gramp's affairs put in order; contacting banks and sending copies of his death certificate to Governmental agencies you'd never heard of before. When you had a moment to spare you would pick a room in the house and start organizing, carefully packing away bits of family history and discarding numerous shoe boxes stuffed full of faded sales receipts and old batteries.

Gramps friends and neighbors, sadly well-versed in estate cleaning, would often swing by to assist you in lifting heavier objects and driving truck beds full of garbage out to the dump. You were currently glued to your laptop, scanning in old family photos for posterity and considering how much of a bother it would be to put a digital album together when a hand clapped down firmly onto your shoulder, wrenching a startled yelp out from the depths of your soul.

"Sorry!" Your Grandpa's friend winced, removing his hand from your shoulder and taking a step away from your person. "Didn't realize I was sneaking up on ya'."

"It's okay," you gasp, heart still hammering in your chest. "I was pretty distracted."

A picture from your Grandparents' honeymoon had just popped up on the screen. With little money and even less time to spare, they had spent a weekend driving up and down the coast, stopping and eating at every pancake restaurant they could find. They'd rated their meals at every location, their food selections identical for the sake of consistency, in a tiny notebook you'd found stashed away in Gramp's desk.

"Good gracious- look at how young he was."

"I know."

"Such a goofy looking fella'," he noted, pulling out the chair next to you. "Good thing you take after your Grandma."

"The small mercies of the universe," you agree, loading up a new picture into the scanner.

He flips through the box of loose photos, pausing every now and then to closely examine a picture of him or the boys around town.

"You don't have to stay, you know," he murmured gruffly as he lifted a delicate sepia tinted photo up by the edges. "You've been helping out a lot this year and while we're grateful for all you've done, we'll get along just fine without you. We always have."

It was kind of him, to give you an out; to not mention the handfuls of people who had left town this year, either in a body bag or shoved into the dedicated minivan from the local retirement home. The townsfolk had gotten by in the past because they were numerous and young. Now they were few and old and struggling to make it through each year. You leaving would likely be the domino that would send the town toppling into ruin with no one around to push a mower without getting winded or shuffle up onto a roof to repair a leak without vertigo setting in.

"This life…isn't what I ever imagined for myself," you admit, mind churning with thoughts of Eijiro as you swap out photos in the scanner once more. "But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy here. I'm just happy in a way I didn't expect."

"You like us old coots that much, eh?" He chuckled, tossing the photo back into the box and turning his attention to a stack of your Grandfather's ledgers.

"Please," you scoffed. "I'm only staying because I just sent a check up to the Ladies Auxiliary and I know for a fact that there's no way they'll refund me that membership fee. Their treasurer is feisty."

As soon as the barometer rose above freezing the town sprung into action, ripping tarps off of boats, changing out oil, and checking coolant levels. It was still far too cold for leaves and blossoms to emerge, but the return of the ships to harbor did more to lift your spirits than a field of flowers ever could. Those boats were a true and indelible sign that spring was on its way.

"What are you smiling about?" One of the dockworkers called down to you from where he was grinding down a rusty patch on the cabin wall with a belt sander. "If you have time to be happy you must not have enough to do!"

"No, no! I'm very busy here," you assured him, smearing a large glob of wax across the hull. "I'm just excited that it's almost lobster season again."

"Again with all the lobster talk? All winter it's been lobster this and lobster that!"

"Well, can you blame me? I think I've spent enough of my life without lobster at this point."

"Fair enough!" The worker laughed, a dry bray that sounded enough like a donkey that it always made you smile. "What are you looking forward to the most? Steamed lobster? Lobster rolls?"

"I'm looking forward to getting me some of that sweet, sweet lobster tail," you giggled to yourself, kicking on the electric buffer to drown out the sounds of chit-chat and swearing, drifting off in a sea of titillating memories you hoped you'd be able to recreate soon.

You were refreshing the paint on a red and yellow striped buoy, hands and arms splotched with an entire rainbow of colors from your work, when the Dockmaster approached the section of overturned crates you had turned into your maritime arts and crafts station.

"You're not completely incompetent."

"Thank you, Sir," you said, setting down your brush to rest across the top of a small bucket of paint.

"Clean up here and come to my office. I've got something for you."

That something turned out to be a set of keys that you had barely managed to catch by the neon orange key float as the Dockmaster chucked them at your head.

"Those'r the keys to your new boat. Congratulations. Don't fuck up," he grunted, snuffing his cigarette out in an overflowing ashtray. "Now get out of my office."

You stumbled out of the smoky room, keys clutched in your hands as you slumped down into a sagging lawn chair the Dockmaster kept outside for his smoke breaks on warmer days when the air in his office became too stifling.

"You okay?" One of the passing fishermen asked, hefting a large coil of rope further up his shoulder. "Dockmaster wasn't too mean to ya', was he?"

"No- he, uh. He gave me a boat?"

"Ha! Did he really?" The fisherman laughed. "Guess you're really one of us now!"

"But I don't even know how to drive a boat!" You screeched, panic quickly replacing the buzzing numbness that had filled you only moments before.

"It's not that hard. Me and the boys will go with you when you take your boat for a spin and show you the ropes."

"That'll be great. Thanks."

It was, in fact, not great.

While the fishermen were correct that driving a boat was technically easy, every other aspect of handling a boat fell somewhere along the spectrum between frustrating and absolute madness. Your docking skills were so abysmal that the fishermen had ended up lashing tires around the entire hull, effectively turning your ship into the maritime version of a bumper car.

But the absolute worst part of the entire experience turned out to be the name of your vessel.

"I'm changing the name," you declared boldly once you and your group of tagalong fishermen had matched the numbers on your keychain to the blocky boat ID numbers printed on the forward half of the ship.

"Oh, come on!" One of the men laughed, doubled over and wheezing for breath at your expense. "You're the perfect choice to captain 'The Nauti Girl!'"

Just saying the name outloud was enough to send the men into a cackling uproar once again. One man with a bushy Santa beard was having a hard enough time regaining his composure that he gave up entirely and laid down on the dock, rolling around on the warped planks as he fought to catch his breath.

"Nope. I refuse. This boat is going to have a nice and respectable name. Like 'Sea Breeze' or 'Wave Breaker'," you huffed. "Something I won't be embarrassed to call out over the radio."

"Boooring!" The loudest fisherman protested. "Besides, it's bad luck to change the name of a ship."

"Of course it is," you mutter disgruntledly.

"Also," the man continued. "If you changed the name then you'd have to get rid of this lovely lady!" He said while gesturing to the cute, pinup style mermaid in a sailor's hat perched next to your boat's sprawling cursive name.

You cross your arms across your chest, thoughtfully staring at the teal haired mermaid holding an anchor at just the right angle to obscure her nipples and keep things family-friendly.

"Okay, fine. But if I can't name the boat I get to name the mermaid," you grumbled, throwing your leg high to make it over the coaming and step down onto the deck; turning back to face the men in the dock when you realized they hadn't followed you onto the boat.

"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" The man with the Santa beard asked, his cheeks still burning red from his fit of hysterics moments ago.

"Permission granted," you grinned in return. "I need you gentlemen to show me just what this 'Nauti Girl' is capable of!"

As the greenest fisher at the dock, the men had been gradually easing you into performing more difficult tasks while you grew accustomed to piloting your boat. So far you had mostly been sent out to return forgotten items or lunches to boats that had disembarked earlier in the day, but just a few days ago the Dockmaster had started sending you out to check on the farthest flung lobster cages to see if the crustaceans were starting to make it back to the coastline.

The first few had come up empty, so you made a note of their locations and double checked that they were firmly attached to their buoys before chucking them back into the water. Pulling up on the next end line, you were surprised to feel some resistance. The other cages had come up relatively easily, so maybe this pot actually had something trapped inside?

Bracing your legs, you tightened your grip onto the rope and gave a mighty tug, drawing the rope up and over the edge of your boat. Ever so slowly, you drew the sodden rope up from the water, peering over the edge to see what could possibly be weighing down the line so much. Your questions were answered when, with one final pull and a forceful grunt, the grinning face of Eijiro dramatically rose out of the water.

"Would you look at that," you laughed, happy tears rolling down your cheeks as you reached down towards your boyfriend. "The first lobster of the season."

"And from the way you tell it, I'm quite the catch," Kirishima winked playfully as he grasped the side of your boat and pulled himself up to be face-to-face with you.

"I missed you, Eijiro. So, so much," you cried, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as tightly as you could, which you knew was a fair bit snugger than you could manage the last time you saw him thanks to countless hours of unpaid manual labor.

"I missed you too, Minnow," Eijiro said, his voice shaky as he nuzzled into your shoulder and deeply inhaled the scent of your skin. You had envisioned your reunion a thousand times over the last few months, but all of those scenarios paled in the face of the actual experience of being cradled in Eijiro's arms once more. Even the uncomfortable feeling of the side of the boat digging into your belly couldn't take away from the thrum of utter contentment unfurling in your soul.

"Nauti Girl, come in Nauti Girl. Nauti Girl, do you read me? Over." The radio on your boat screamed as it crackled to life.

"Really?" You groan. "They had to call right now?"

"Wait- why is that man calling you 'Naughty Girl'?" Kirishima asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Ugh!" You huff, pressing a quick to Eijiro's lips as you unwillingly work to free yourself from the tangle of his limbs. "He isn't calling me that, it's the name of my boat."

"You named your boat Naughty Girl?"

"I would never! It already came with a name-"

"Nauti Girl? Pick up! Over!"

"I'm coming! Hold your horses!" You yell ineffectually at the radio, knowing that they won't hear you until you hold down the button to answer. "Just- hold on one second, okay?"

You practically fly across the deck, slamming your hand down on the call button. "Nauti Girl, here. Go ahead. Over."

"There was a small accident and we're short a set of hands to get the last boat launched. Requesting you return to harbor to assist. Over."

Hissing in frustration, you send a pleading look to where Eijiro is draped across the coaming, watching you with an utterly dejected look settling across his face.

"You need to go, don't you?" He murmured sadly.

"I do. They can't do it without me."

"I understand," Eijiro sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration and sending tiny droplets of water spraying across the deck. "Sometimes you have to help others at the expense of yourself."

"Yeah," you sighed, pressing the button down once more. "Roger that. I'll finish up here and head back ASAP. Over and out."

You hook the receiver back into place and rush again to Eijiro, cradling his jaw in your hands as you press tender kisses across his face. He closed his eyes and sighed happily, basking in the glow of your loving attention.

"I need to head back in. But let's meet tonight at the cave up shore. I'll bring some blankets and snacks and we can spend all night together, okay?"

"Okay," he nods with a soft smile, eyes sparking as his hand drifts down to pat at the top of a tightly woven seagrass basket tied around his hips. "And I'll show you the surprise I brought."

"You got me something?" You gasp in delight, peering further over the edge of the boat to examine the closed lid basket more closely.

"Technically, I got us something," he laughed nervously, glancing down at the basket with a fond smile. "I hope you'll love it as much as I do."

The accident back at dock was thankfully minor; someone had gotten their hand smashed between two crates and while they hadn't broken any bones, Doc had them on lockdown in his living room to make sure they were actually keeping their hand iced and elevated. Doc's concern was well placed because it wasn't unusual for the townsfolk to nod along to his instructions and then conduct themselves as though they were the poster children for medical noncompliance.

With everyone pitching in you were able to get the last boat launched with no real issues and then spent the remainder of the afternoon anxiously watching the sun dip lower on the horizon as you replaced missing weights on casting nets. Once it became too difficult to see what your hands were doing in the fading light, the men called it for the day and you had to endure the Herculean task of trying to casually walk home. You wanted to take off at a sprint to rendezvous with Eijiro as quickly as you could, but knew that running through town would draw unwanted scrutiny from the townsfolk. Going out onto the ocean alone at night was foolhardy and dangerous, and if you were caught heading out you knew that you would be hauled back in and given a stern talking to about your reckless behavior.

So you played it cool, stopping to chat to folks heading down to the diner, dropping into the corner store to grab some granola bars and a couple bags of chips, and slowly made your way home the same as you would every night. But you were off and running as soon as the porch door slammed shut behind you, tearing across the house and throwing things into a large duffle bag as quickly as you could manage before shoving slices of deli meat and handfuls of shredded cheese into your mouth in lieu of an actual meal as you waited for the last bit of daylight to evaporate into inky darkness.

Once the bright pinpricks of stars were the only lights remaining in the sky you made your escape, sliding outside through the kitchen door that faced the ocean and creeping quietly down to the beach, stopping only to grab your inflatable raft you kept under the back deck. Slipping on a life vest, you tossed your bag into your raft and waded out into the shallows, jumping aboard and pushing yourself away from the shore with alternating pushes of your paddle against the sandy ocean floor.

"Just a little longer, Eiji," you whispered quietly into the night. "I'm on my way."

Kirishima was already at the cave when you arrived, paddling nervously around in circles while singing, the strange clicks layering into a haunting sort of lullaby; like crickets chirping late in the night. His song cut off as he caught sight of you, darting to you and grabbing a hold of your raft's tow rope and pulling you to the rocky cave shore as he'd done so many times before.

"Decided to leave the Naughty Girl at home, huh?" He teased, patting a hand onto the side of your trusty raft as you hopped out and pulled it further onto the shore to keep the shifting tide from grabbing it while you weren't paying attention.

"What are you talking about? I'm right here!" You winked back playfully as you unzipped your duffle bag and worked at spreading the large quilt down over the sand.

"Of course," he laughed, watching with fond eyes as you settled into the middle of the blanket. "My mistake."

"I can probably be persuaded to forgive you," you purred, patting the blanket as you beckoned for Kirishima to come and join you on shore. His eyes followed the curves of your legs up as he swallowed thickly, hands darting to the basket at his hip.

"Okay, so, before we go any further I have something I need to show you," he confesses, untying the complicated knots that kept the basket lashed around his hips. "You have to come here. It doesn't- the basket has to stay in the water for now."

"Alright," you agreed readily, concerned for the abrupt mood shift Eijiro was displaying. Cautiously, you made your way down to the water and stepped into the shallows, joining your boyfriend in the chest-deep water.

"Before I open this, I want to remind you about how much I love you. I understand if this is too much and I'm sorry I made such a big decision without you, but I had to do something," Eijiro said, his words rushed and squished together with worry as he carefully pried open the lid of the basket and pushed it into your awaiting arms.

You peer down into the basket, stuffed full of slimy ribbons of kelp and dotted with tiny slivers of fish bones. Confused, you were about to ask Kirishima about what exactly you were supposed to be looking at when a passing wave shifted a tangle of the kelp and revealed a downy tuft of bright red hair. Breathlessly, you reached into the basket and brushed aside another clump of seaweed, uncovering the tiny curled up half-lobster baby within.

"Eijiro," you whisper, trying to keep your voice level so you wouldn't disturb the sleeping child. "Did you steal a baby?"

"What? No!" Kirishima rushes to assure you, his smooth hands sliding to cover yours as you cradle the basket. "It was a really successful hatching season. We hadn't had so many hatchlings survive in, well, ever. And we were struggling to keep them all fed and safe, but it was just too overwhelming."

"This little one was really struggling. They wouldn't eat on their own and couldn't keep up with their siblings," Eijiro murmured sadly, letting loose a couple of comforting clicks as he ran a gentle finger through their fluttering hair. "Their mother couldn't give them the attention they needed without her other children suffering, so she culled them from her nest."

"That's awful," you whispered, hand dipping into the basket beside Eijiro's to gently stroke the little one's pale and pudgy cheek.

"It is," he agreed. "But necessary. She couldn't risk the health of her other children for just one."

It was quiet for a while as you both peered down at the sleeping child as they shifted, curling their tail around their head and rolling up into a ball about the size of an orange.

"They're so small."

"The runt of their pod. Just like me," Eijiro sniffed, a distant and miserable look in his eyes. "It could have been me. If my hatching year had been more successful, it would have been me pushed out and left to die."

"Oh, Eijiro," you sob; angry at the cruelty and unfairness of nature that had hurt the man you loved so deeply.

"I just couldn't leave them. Not if I could help."

"Of course you couldn't. You did the right thing."

"You aren't upset?" Kirishima asked, thin threads of hope threading through the misery woven into his voice.

"Oh, I am. But not at you. And not at them," you said as you ran a finger down the slick, unhardened chitin of their tiny tail.

"Oh, Spirits be praised," he sighed, shoulders deeply sagging as relief flooded his body. "I was hoping it would be okay since it was just one. You told me one baby was normal for humans."

"You could have brought me a hundred babies and it still would have been fine," you assured him, smiling gently when the child sneezed, letting loose a burst of tiny bubbles from their mouth.

"I don't think we could handle a hundred babies," Eijiro chuckled, pulling you into his embrace, the basket sheltered between your entwined bodies.

"Probably not," you agree, dropping your head down to rest on Eijiro's chest as you gazed down at your new baby in awe. "But I think we can handle one."

"Yeah," Eijiro sighed happily, tightening his grip around you and the baby; his entire world, his family, cradled safely in his arms. "We can handle one."

Your life was one of feast and famine. The time spent with Eijiro and your child filled your heart and soul with so much joy that you often wondered how your body was able to contain it all without bursting at the seams. Conversely, the long winter months served as a stark lesson in misery and longing as you anxiously awaited the arrival of spring and the migration of your small family back into your life.

To ease the anxious worries of your heart, Eijiro agreed to wear a tracking tag woven into a band on his wrist. Each night you were bathed in the glow of your laptop screen, lulled to sleep by Eijiro drawing intricate patterns across the screen with his movements; wordless proclamations of love that only you could see.

Your child, who you had discerned to be a girl once her swimmerets had developed enough to tell one way or the other, eventually appeared next to her father on the map; her bright dot carving out wobbly paths that mirrored Eijiro's smooth trails through the water.

The townsfolk had noticed the intense depression you fell into during winter and did their best to keep you in good spirits. The fishermen who taught you how to handle the Nauti Girl met you for dinner three nights a week, The Dockmaster taught you the actual rules to Backgammon and confirmed your long held suspicions that your Grandfather was a dirty rotten cheater, and the ladies at the Auxiliary pooled their money together to buy you one of those sun therapy lamps. You weren't sure of the lamp's actual efficacy, but looking at it made you feel cared for and loved, so you kept it propped up in the corner of your living room anyway.

The longer you stayed in the dilapidated town you had grown to call home the more heartbreak you were subjected to. Inevitably, the people you loved and lived with, relaxed and toiled beside, grew measurably older with each passing year until they very suddenly stopped- stopped aging, stopped breathing, stopped living.

The men assured you time and time again over coffee, returning from vacations, on their deathbeds; that they had no regrets. That their lives were difficult, but wonderful. The hands blistered and their joints were ground to dust from decades of thankless labor; but their eyes witnessed the boundless beauty that nature had to offer and they had the extreme privilege of knowing true acceptance and affection from their chosen family; their neighbors, brothers, and friends.

That's what they wished for you to find as well; a devastatingly beautiful life full of misery and ecstasy and everything in-between. And as you watched two heads of bright red hair breach the surface of the water, speeding towards your boat and a long-awaited reunion, you were fairly sure you already had.

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