#kirishimaoneshot

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Yikes!!! - inspo for this oneshot, Bakugo ver. And Kaminari.ver - here!

Feat.Eijirou Kirishima

Warnings:- Hangover and vomiting.

Synopsis:- A night of reckless drinking has left you in the depths of a truly hellish hangover—nausea, headaches, and the overwhelming regret of whatever witchcraft horror you consumed. As you sway on the brink of your mortal limits, help arrives in the form of Eijirou Kirishima, your ever-patient and impossibly sweet boyfriend. Armed with sports drinks, snacks, and an endless supply of comfort, he’s determined to nurse you back to life. Between dry heaving and dramatic declarations of your impending doom, you start to realize that maybe, just maybe, suffering through this is worth it—because it means being cared for by the kindest boyfriend in the world.

Undeniably, you have made many mistakes in your life. Your excuse? Well, it's obviously your whimsical, spontaneous nature plus your daring alter ego—Pfft, as if!

Quite literally nothing in the world could excuse the mess you've gotten yourself into this time.

Your first mistake was buying inconspicuous amounts of drinks last night, and well, your second mistake? Was drinking them all as if their express purpose wasn't to annihilate your soul.

And now, finally, the consequences of your own actions were finally catching up to you.

Consequences so deep it felt like your body had been possessed, your stomach staging a violent rebellion against your very existence. Your skull was playing host to what could only be described as a demonic sacrifice, and every time you so much as shifted, the nausea spiked to ungodly levels.

You were convinced this was it. This was how you died.

But then, redemption arrived in the form of Eijirou Kirishima.

“Jeez, baby,” his voice was soft, but even that sent a sharp pang through your head. “I think you might’ve actually committed a crime against humanity with whatever you consumed.”

You groaned, curling further into the fetal position. “Kill me.”

“Not happening,” he said, a warm hand settling on your back. “But I do come bearing gifts.”

You pried one eye open to find him kneeling beside the couch, holding up a bottle of sports drink and snacks like they were holy relics.

You stared at him, half delirious. “Are you an angel?”

He grinned. “Nope, just your very devoted knight in shining armour of a boyfriend.”

With great effort, you rolled onto your back, but the movement made your stomach lurch. Kirishima acted fast, shoving a trash can beside you just in time. You clung to the rim of the bin like it was your last bind to the mortal realm, groaning pitifully.

He ran a soothing hand up and down your back, murmuring words of encouragement as your body decided whether or not it was going to betray you further. Eventually, when the nausea simmered down enough for you to form coherent thoughts, he unscrewed the cap on the sports drink and held it out.

“Small sips,” he instructed, his voice warm but firm. “We gotta get some electrolytes in you.”

You did as you were told, mostly because you lacked the willpower to argue, but also because the way he was looking at you—like you were the most precious thing in the world despite being in full goblin mode—was oddly comforting.

After managing a few sips, you flopped against the couch with a sigh. Kirishima chuckled, tucking the blanket tighter around you before brushing a few damp strands of hair from your face.

“You really went through it, huh?”

“You don’t even know,” you mumbled. “I saw the light, Kiri. I think I spoke to a god.”

He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Well, I’m just glad you came back to me.”

You peeked up at him, your stomach still fragile but your heart warm. “Me too.”

And as he sat there, patiently taking care of you without a single complaint, you realized that maybe, just maybe, suffering through this level of hell was worth it—because it meant getting taken care of by the sweetest boyfriend in the world.