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Bakugo: Bakugo came out as trans when he was young, most likely in middle school, because he’s confident and direct about who he is. Kirishima was the first person in Class 1-A he came out to. Kirishima immediately declared Bakugo manlier than anyone. Bakugo channels any dysphoric feelings into his training. Explosions? Perfect for letting out frustration. He has days when he struggles silently with dysphoria but doesn’t talk about it much. Instead he relies on subtle gestures of support from those close to him. Like a pat on the shoulder from Kirishima or a knowing nod from Aizawa.
Denki: Denki realized he was trans in his early teens, but it took him a while to come out because he didn’t know how people would react. He had moments of dysphoria related to feeling like he didn’t fit with the confident and laid-back persona he wanted to show. Kaminari came out in a joking way to his close friends, probably saying something like, Hey, just so you know, I’m Denki 2.0 new and improved! Kaminari uses humor and his love of music to cope with dysphoria. He’ll make light-hearted jokes about his struggles but secretly appreciates it when his friends check in on him. Shinsou Hitoshi became a trusted alley later. They bond over feelings of not fitting into societal expectations and help each other grow stronger.
Sero: Sero realized he was trans in late elementary or early middle school. It was a quiet understanding he just knew and decided to work towards living as himself without making a big fuss about it. Sero came out to his friends with a calm and collected attitude. He didn’t want it to be a big deal, so he probably said something casual like, Oh yeah, by the way, I’m trans. Cool, right? Sero has a very chill demeanor, but he sometimes uses humor or distractions to cope with dysphoria. He’s not the type to wallow he’ll go skateboarding or practice new tape tricks instead.
Kirishima: Kirishima realized he was trans in middle school when he became drawn to ideals of manliness and heroism. He struggled with insecurity and selfdoubt, feeling he couldn’t embody the kind of manliness he admired in heroes like Crimson Riot. Watching Crimson Riot’s interviews and learning that manliness is about spirit, not appearance helped solidify his identity. He told Bakugo first in Class 1-A, and Bakugo responded with something like, Why the hell would I care? You’re still you. Kirishima has days where he feels insecure, especially early in his journey. He tends to hide behind humor or train excessively to distract himself. Physical training plays a big role in combating dysphoria he associates strength and endurance with feeling more at home in his body.
Mina: Mina realized she was trans when she was very young. She always felt more comfortable expressing herself in a vibrant, energetic, and feminine way. She didn’t think much of it at first, it just felt natural to her to be herself and break the mold. Mina came out in the most Mina way possible: confidently and with a touch of flair. She likely said something like, Hey, guess what? I’m a girl and an awesome one at that! Kirishima and Sero probably responded with enthusiastic high-fives, and Kaminari said, We knew, you’re literally the coolest! Mina fights dysphoria with self-love and action. She hypes herself up in the mirror, saying things like, You’re a queen, and no one can tell you otherwise! Dance and physical activity are her outlets. Whether it’s practicing her moves or blasting music to let loose, staying active helps her feel strong and confident in her body. On rough days, she leans on her friends, who are always there to remind her of how amazing she is. Kirishima is her ultimate hype man. He’s always ready to remind her of her bravery and how much she inspires others.
rahhhhhh
subtle and silent krbk
might colour this at some point who knows
anyways-
sending love ✨
you text them that you're in heat pt.1
alpha! izu, kiri, katsuki, shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive
pt.2
a/n: my first ever smau!!
Explosive Love: Final Chapter – The Fartening: UA Edition
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Class 1-A Babysitting Chaos
Genre: Pure Crack, Full Ensemble, Epic Finale
Summary: In a desperate bid to prove they’re “hero-ready,” Class 1-A volunteers to babysit together. Team effort, they said. It’ll be fine, they said. But nothing—nothing—could prepare them for one baby and her Quirk: Mass Gas Destruction.
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“You guys SURE about this?” Kirishima asked, holding your baby like she was the final boss.
The entire 1-A squad stood in formation—matching shirts, notebooks, snacks, and Mina with a whiteboard battle plan.
“This baby’s just a baby,” said Denki, already sweating but smiling. “We’ve survived finals!”
“She’s literally two feet tall,” Mineta scoffed. “What’s the worst she can—”
PFFFFFT.
The baby made direct eye contact with him as it echoed.
Everyone froze.
Bakugo walked by the door, still emotionally scarred. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered. “Little demon’s got a Quirk worse than mine.”
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Phase 1: Attempt Diplomacy
Iida read a book aloud. Momo sang softly. Tokoyami played ominous jazz on a toy piano.
The baby?
She waited.
Ochaco: “She’s so quiet…”
Tsuyu: “Too quiet.”
PHBRRRRRT.
Half the team hit the deck.
“WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” Kaminari screamed.
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Phase 2: Divide and Conquer
Jirou and Ojiro tried calming her with lullabies.
Kirishima and Mina tag-teamed diaper duty.
Sero built a fart-proof barrier with tape.
The baby? She broke through it.
“HOW DID SHE BREACH THE TAPE LINE?!” Sero yelled, diving for cover.
“THIS ISN’T TAPE-RESISTANT GAS!” yelled Yaoyorozu, sketching a hazmat blueprint midair.
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Phase 3: Full Meltdown
A fart rolled across the room like thunder.
Ashido screamed, “EVACUATE THE FLOOR!”
Todoroki used ice walls. She melted them with a warm, low pbbbt.
Bakugo peeked in again. “Still think this was a good idea?”
“LEAVE,” screamed Denki, wrapped in a baby blanket and crying.
“I can’t feel my legs,” muttered Mineta from under the couch.
“I think she farted my Quirk offline,” Deku whispered, stunned.
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Final Phase: Acceptance
Aizawa arrived to find the class scattered like a lost battle scene.
The baby sat in the center, giggling and reaching for her pacifier, a picture of peace after the storm.
“I see she won,” he said.
“She always wins,” Kirishima groaned, gently scooping her up.
“She’s gonna be a future Number One,” Todoroki murmured, still clutching a Febreze can like a sword.
The baby looked around.
Smiled.
And let out one final, echoing toot.
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Epilogue:
She grew up to be a kind, strong, powerful young girl.
…Her Quirk? "Pressure Release" – a combustion-based gas emission with trajectory control.
Pro Hero Name: Windbreaker.
Bakugo never recovered.
Kirishima was proud.
You? You carried Febreze in your hero utility belt—forever.
The End.
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Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitter Mina Ashido
Genre: Crack fluff, Chaos, Girl Power vs Baby Gas Power
Summary: After hearing the legends of Baby Boom, Mina insists on babysitting. Confident. Fearless. Fabulous. She walks in like it’s a spa day. But this baby has no mercy—and Mina’s about to find out that cute pink hair doesn’t protect you from napalm-level toots.
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“Guys, please,” Mina waved her hand dramatically as she slid her sunglasses down. “How bad could one tiny baby be?”
Kirishima and you just stared at her.
“Bakugo almost cried,” you offered gently.
“Deku said his lungs aged five years,” Kirishima added.
“Todoroki won't make eye contact with any infants anymore,” you finished.
Mina grinned. “So she’s a little spicy. I’m spicy. We’ll vibe.”
You handed the baby over. She cooed. Mina winked.
"Girls stick together," Mina said proudly.
From the hallway, Kirishima whispered to you, “We should start a timer.”
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T+10 Minutes:
Mina was dancing in the living room, holding the baby like she was in a music video.
“We’re thriving, girl!” she sang. “Look at you! A queen! A tiny, powerful queen—”
PFFFFFFFFT.
She froze. The baby grinned.
“Okay,” Mina said slowly. “That was... assertive.”
She sniffed.
“Oh no.”
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T+18 Minutes:
Mina had relocated to the balcony.
“I’m not saying I’m scared,” she said aloud, talking to the baby like a roommate. “But I did just Febreze your diaper like six times. And you’re still going.”
The baby tooted again. Long. Proud. Musical.
Mina blinked. “That one had a melody.”
She pulled out her phone. “Group chat. Emergency. I’m being farted alive.”
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T+30 Minutes:
Kirishima peeked through the window.
Mina was standing in the middle of the living room like a war general, armed with lavender incense, baby wipes, and a fan in each hand. The baby sat smugly in a bouncer, thumping her legs like a war drum.
You sipped your drink calmly. “She’s gone full tactical.”
Kirishima whistled. “I’ve never seen Mina sweat before.”
PHHHBBT.
Inside, Mina yelled, “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”
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T+50 Minutes:
When you returned, the scene was… dramatic.
Mina was lying flat on the couch, a cold washcloth over her forehead.
“She won,” she mumbled. “I tried… I really tried.”
The baby was sound asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—like she hadn’t just gas-bombed a fully trained pro hero.
Kirishima picked her up and sniffed cautiously. “She’s… calm now?”
Mina sat up slowly. “She was never mad. That’s the worst part. She enjoyed it.”
You patted her shoulder. “She respects you now.”
Mina exhaled. “Good. She can remember that next time, when I show up in hazmat pink.”
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Next time: Sero and Denki want to babysit together.
Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitters Deku and Todoroki
Genre: Fluff, Chaos, Babysitting Misadventures
Summary: With Bakugo officially traumatized, Kirishima calls in backup. Enter: Deku (nervous but willing) and Todoroki (unfazed... for now). They think babysitting can’t be that hard. But no one warned them about the gas.
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Kirishima stood proudly at your front door, holding your baby out like she was the MVP of the season.
“She’s all yours, boys,” he beamed. “Don’t worry—Bakugo might’ve exaggerated.”
Todoroki blinked. “I heard she took him down in under an hour.”
Deku nodded nervously, already scribbling in a notebook. “According to my calculations, the frequency of her emissions shouldn’t cause structural damage to a normal household…”
Kirishima slapped his back. “Just don’t let her eat anything orange.”
You blinked. “Wait, why not—”
SLAM.
Too late. The door closed. Operation: Babysitter Bros had begun.
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Thirty minutes in…
“So, uh… she’s really cute,” Deku said, rocking her gently in his arms. “Look at that smile—so sweet and—”
BRRRT!
He froze.
“That… was a strong one.”
Todoroki leaned in. “I think it shook the floor.”
Deku sniffed cautiously. “Why does it smell like… burnt oatmeal and vengeance?”
Todoroki tilted his head. “It’s oddly impressive. Like she has an internal combustion engine.”
The baby kicked and giggled as if in agreement.
PFFFFT.
Deku panicked. “We need containment!”
Todoroki calmly reached for the diaper bag like a man preparing to diffuse a bomb. “I’ve got this.”
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One hour in…
Todoroki stood stoically, holding a can of air freshener in one hand and your baby in the other.
“She has attacked three times in twenty minutes.”
Deku peeked out from behind a pillow fort. “I think she’s evolving.”
The baby let out a mighty squeal and flopped happily onto the blanket.
“Her power…” Deku whispered, wide-eyed. “It’s unmatched.”
PHBBBT.
“She’s aiming at me now,” Todoroki said, deadpan. “I admire her accuracy.”
Deku scribbled in his notes. “Hero Name: Gas Mask. Quirk: High-Pressure Flatulence.”
“Wait until Aizawa hears about this…”
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When you and Kirishima returned, the living room looked like the aftermath of a low-level disaster.
Blankets scattered. Windows open. A fan running full blast.
Deku was fanning himself with a baby book. Todoroki was sitting perfectly still, staring into space.
“She’s asleep,” Deku whispered. “But the damage… it’s been done.”
Kirishima picked up the baby gently, like she was made of pure dynamite. “Did she…?”
Todoroki didn’t break eye contact. “She farted on my soul.”
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Next time: Mina wants to babysit.
Explosive Love (Literally)
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic
Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.
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You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.
Seriously. It was almost impressive.
"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.
"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.
Pfffft.
Another one. Right on his thigh.
Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”
You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”
He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”
Pfffft.
“Yup. Chosen again.”
The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.
“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”
“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”
You stifled a laugh behind your hand.
Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”
Pfffffbbbbt.
“NOOO!”
You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.
He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”
You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”
Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”
The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.
"…I think I’m gonna need backup."
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A/n this was requested by @princeasimdiya12 so many months ago🫡
I'm really sorry about this being so late! School got too much and this just laid in my drafts, but anyways i hope you'II like this fanfiction. I'm not used to get request but i tried my best:)
It's a while since I watched mha so please correct me if I'm wrong:)
Really sorry if this isn't what you imagined!
Not proofread
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"Heroes in the Making"
It was a bright afternoon in the small, quiet neighborhood where Izuku Midoriya and Eijiro Kirishima grew up. The two boys were sprawled out in Izuku’s backyard, surrounded by scraps of paper, action figures, and a well-worn notebook where Izuku had meticulously drawn all the heroes he admired. It was a weekly ritual — one that had been going on since they were little.
"Man, I can’t believe how cool All Might is!" Kirishima grinned, holding up an action figure of the symbol of peace. He loved the figure, with its rugged muscles and vibrant red cape, as if it held the power to take on the world.
Izuku nodded enthusiastically, his emerald eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “Yeah, he’s the best! He doesn’t just save people; he inspires them too. He’s always so positive, no matter how tough things get.” Izuku’s voice softened, reflecting a deep admiration for the number one hero. “I want to be like him, Kirishima. I want to be someone who can protect people, just like All Might.”
Kirishima looked over at his friend with a smile. “I know you will, man. You’ve always been strong, even if you don’t have a flashy quirk.” He elbowed Izuku lightly, a teasing grin on his face. “You’ve got that ‘inner strength’ thing, right?”
Izuku’s face flushed. He had always admired Kirishima’s unshakable confidence, something Izuku sometimes struggled to find within himself. “I… I hope so. But I’ll never be like him. I’m just… not good enough.”
“Dude, stop that!” Kirishima exclaimed, sitting up. “You’ve always been there for me. Remember when we were kids, and those bullies were picking on me for having such a ‘girly’ quirk? You stood up for me.”
Izuku’s face softened at the memory. It had been back in elementary school, when Kirishima’s quirk had manifested. It was a little embarrassing at first, because his body hardened like rock, but with a pinkish hue that made him look almost delicate. The bullies made fun of him, calling him weak or making fun of his "weak" and "simple" quirk
But Izuku had never thought of him as anything less than strong. When the bullies cornered Kirishima one day, it was Izuku who stood between him and their cruel words, despite his own nerves. He might not have had the physical strength to fight, but he had the courage to stand up for his friend. “Leave him alone,” he had shouted, voice shaking but determined.
Kirishima had grinned that day, as always. He never got upset about what people said, but he appreciated that Izuku was always there to protect him, to remind him that he was worth defending. From then on, the two had been inseparable.
“I’m glad you were there,” Kirishima said, his tone sincere, as he lightly punched Izuku’s shoulder. “I don’t know if I could’ve handled it without you. It’s like we’ve always had each other’s backs, you know?”
Izuku nodded, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He couldn’t imagine a better friend. “I guess we’ve always been heroes for each other. But I want to be the kind of hero who can protect everyone, not just you.”
Kirishima smiled, leaning back against the grass, hands behind his head. “And you will be. You’ve got the heart for it, man. You just gotta believe in yourself more.”
They both fell into a comfortable silence for a while, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky, dreaming of the future. The future where they would both attend U.A. High School, where heroes were made.
It wasn’t long before their dreams became reality.
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Years later, Izuku and Kirishima stood side by side at the gates of U.A., both of them feeling a little nervous but excited. They had made it.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Kirishima said, his voice a little shaky despite his usual bravado. “We’re gonna be real heroes now.”
Izuku grinned, the nerves in his own voice giving way to determination. “Yeah. I mean, it’s going to be tough, but we’ll make it through. We’ve always had each other’s backs.”
Kirishima looked at him, his expression softening. “Always.”
The two of them walked together through the gates of U.A., knowing that their friendship and shared dream would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead. And maybe one day, they’d both be heroes, just like the ones they had always admired. But for now, they were just two childhood friends, eager to take the first steps toward their futures — together.
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End
Ong I loved your Yandere reader x izuku hcs if you could can you PLEASE make on for Kirishima or Shinso OR TAMAKI 🎀🎀💗
Alright, this is SUPER late but that’s okay that’s okay.
Sorry for the late response pookie, here’s Yandere!Reader x Kirishima.
Masterlist
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Yandere!Reader who’s never been one for socializing, opting to stay quiet and observe, a whole where their heart should be.
Yandere!Reader who definitely gets teased during middle school for being so standoffish, getting things thrown at them and receiving harsh comments.
Yandere!Reader who is actively being picked on, when a boy with black hair and red eyes steps in, telling the boys off, said boys get annoyed, muttering about ‘Stupid Kirishima.’
Kirishima…
Yandere!Reader who begins to obsess on this black haired boy, following him from class to class, stealing his things, leaving notes in his locker- borderline full on stalking.
Yandere!Reader who takes pictures of Kirishima’s adorable face, imagining his teeth gently nibbling on their neck and playing with his long, black hair.
Yandere!Reader who overhears Kirishima talk about Crimson Riot, and decides to get him little trinkets and figures, leaving wrapped boxes and little gift bags on his desk and in his locker.
Yandere!Reader who also hears that Kiri wants to go to UA…so what do they do..?
Yandere!Reader who applies to UA, getting into the entrance exam and passing with flying colors, grinning as they spoke with their home room teacher. Kirishima and themselves were the only ones from their school who got into UA.
Yandere!Reader who, once they make it into UA, befriend Kirishima, practicing their sweet and innocent face as they get closer with Kirishima.
Yandere!Reader who love bombs the unsuspecting redhead, flooding him with compliments, getting him hooked on the attention and praise like a drug.
Yandere!Reader, who knows they have Kirishima hooked as soon as they notice his longing gazes and stupid smiles.
Yandere!Reader who isn’t even surprised when they have a love letter on their desk, smirking as they open it and see Kirishima’s handwriting (as if they haven’t memorized it)
Yandere!Reader who meets Kirishima behind the school after classes, smiling sweetly as he confesses, pouring his heart out to them, while they feel on top of the world.
He fell right into their hands.
Unsuspecting fool.
hii can you do dating kirishima pls?? tysm!!
answer: duh, no problemo! sry for the long wait, school sucks…
𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐮𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
MEETING EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:
eijiro first noticed you during a class exercise where you showed incredible teamwork, shining during a rescue training scenario. your determination reminded him of his own ideals.
during lunch, he gathers the courage to approach you, his face bright red as he stumbles over his words. "hey! You were really cool out there!"
he often fiddles with his hair or scratches the back of his head when he's around you, and you can see the sincerity in his bright eyes as he tries to engage in friendly banter.
kirishima tarts inviting you to hang out with his friends, excited to introduce you to his tight-knit group. he thrives on group dynamics, and your presence adds to the hype.
one day, he notices your confident stance during combat training, and he can’t help but compliment you on your growth. he admires your strength and feels a strong connection forming.
kirishima finds excuses to walk you to your next class, often talking about hero stuff or asking you about your favorite quirks, eager to learn more about you.
EIJIRO CRUSHING ON YOU:
as he spends more time with you, kirishima begins to overanalyze every interaction, mentally kicking himself when he accidentally stutters or trips over his words in front of you.
when he sees you talking and laughing with others, a wave of jealousy washes over him, but it quickly turns into a determination to show you how awesome he is too.
his friends start to notice and tease him about it, calling him "soft" every time you’re around, and he just blushes deeply, denying it while secretly gushing inside.
he finds small ways to impress you, like showing off his hardening quirk or keeping up with intense training sessions just to be on par with your skills.
kirishima pays attention to the little things you like or mention in passing, like your favorite snacks, so he can surprise you with them, leaving them for you after class.
he secretly dreams of asking you out, imagining all the adventurous dates he could take you on.
DATING EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:
once you start dating, kirishima becomes the ultimate cheerleader, supporting all your endeavors and celebrating every little victory you achieve.
he often bakes you homemade treats (with a bit of help from momo or jirou) and delivers them with an enthusiastic grin, saying, “I made these for you! I hope you like them!”
eijiro loves spontaneous adventures, whether it’s a training session at the training grounds or stargazing on a rooftop at night; he finds every opportunity to create memorable experiences with you.
he frequently expresses his feelings through physical affection, whether it’s a gentle squeeze of your hand or an enthusiastic hug, showing just how much he cares.
kirishima highly values communication and encourages you to be open about your thoughts and feelings; he’s always ready to listen and bounce ideas off of you.
he tends to become protective when you face challenges, channeling his quirk to shield you during training sessions, but he also knows when to step back and let you handle things yourself.
eijiro loves to brag about you to his friends, showing them pictures of you both during cute dates, and making sure everyone knows how amazing you are.
he secretly daydreams about a future together, whether it’s training to be top heroes or just growing old together, and patiently waits for the day when you can make those dreams a reality.
© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟑! (Pt.2) (pt.1)
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟐! (Pt.3) (pt.1)
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒕.𝟏!
I haven't really made any posts but I tried to be fun with the bio and names.
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟏! (Pt.2) (pt.3)
𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 :𝘋.
The MHA Boys asking for homework answers! (Pt.2)
"The fuck are you talking about?"
Syn: Bakugo is in denial
Char: Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugo.
Pair: Krbk
"Hey Kats, I know you love me and stuff, but why do you treat me so specially around the others?"
"The fuck? No I don't"
He says in an apron that says 'I love my boyfriend' while cooking him a nice meaty bowl of ramen.
"How the hell did that dumbass idea get in your thick skull."
He says while feeding Kirishima and wiping off the spicy broth that drips off his face.
"It's embarrassing how fuckin dense you are."
He says while getting clothes and towels for Kirishima and making sure he has all of his favorite soaps and shark bath toys.
"When have I ever sweet talked ya, especially in front of those extras?"
He says while sitting in a large decorated bathtub surrounded by rose petals and candles, washing Kirishima's hair in the slightly red tinted, bubly, and shark polluted water.
"The fact you think that I'm into that sappy bullshit"
He says while drying him off kissing him gently and laying down with him on his bed giving him tiny head scratches and reassuring him that he finds his fixation of sharks and rocks interesting.
"I don't get it, Shitty hair"
He says while dressing Kirishima and holding his hand while walking to class, and wearing the bracelet that they made together with their initials and special charms.
"It just doesn't make sense to me..."
He says while cuddling and working with him on a GROUP assignment (it's just them) in the middle of class. Immediately rejecting Sero and Kaminari's offer to work together. Rubbing his hand gently with his thumb and resting his head on Kirishima's shoulder.
⏤͟͟͞͞☆𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱
You got them a gift! (𝙿𝚝.𝟷)
Pt. 2
𝙸𝚉𝚄𝙺𝚄 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚈𝙰
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒
𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘
𝙴𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊
𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚝 𝟸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗.
𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)
First time writing texts so be easy on me♡
Mha head canons
In no particular order
Warnings: none
enjoy♡
•Bakugou loves the song "Living on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi, reason being that the yelling gets louder as the song progresses
•Uraraka had a pet hamster growing up
•Kirishima has a shark onesie he wears every night, he can't sleep without it on
•Kirishima has two moms
•Tamaki has a small Lemillion plush but when Eri came around he decided she needed it more than he did
•Tamaki can crochet very well, he normally just makes plushys
•Aizawa can distinguish identical cats from one another, this helps because he feeds the more than 30 stray cats behind his house and all of them have names
•Aizawa gifted a kitten to Shinso when they began training together, Aizawa will threaten Shinso with taking the kitten if Shinso starts slacking
•Tokoyami loves it when people who are close to him run their hands through his feathers, though he pretends to hate it
•Bakugou had a Undertale faze in middle school, his favorite AU was Underfell
•Momo is a professional in archery
•Tetsutetsu has two dads
•Bakugou also likes the song "The Great Escape" by Boys like Girls because it has the lyrics 'watch it burn, let it die'
ᱬ⛧ who is she? ~ e. kirishima
sum: sometimes he forgets he’s still married to someone.
pairing: time skip! kirishima x wife! reader
content: sfw - no warnings here. established relationship.
a/n: based off a video i saw the other day. feels like this would be something kirishima would be like. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!
word count: 1,575
links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist
the buzz of chatter sounded in the air as red eyes scanned around, taking in every person who was in the same room as them. it had been a good few years since they’d all managed to meet up and spend time together, especially at an annual event that only a handful of them ever attended at one time.
the glass in their hand was brought up to their lips as they took a drink of the liquid inside, warming sensation sliding down their throat as they swallowed. “you know, i’m surprised you’d decided to come to this, eji. did he drag you along with him?”. following the finger of the person he was talking to kirishima looked toward his blonde-haired best friend and shook his head. “nah, if anything, i had to convince bakugou to come along”.
hearing a snort before a laugh, he grinned showing off his sharp teeth to his other friend, kaminari, who mirrored his smile. “so aside from the obvious hero work, what else have you been up to? i heard you finally got married, about time!”. the usually outgoing redhead rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously as he nodded. “yeah, took me long enough. you know, as corny as it sounds, she’s my soulmate, my other half. i couldn’t imagine my life without her”.
placing the glass down on the bar, he decided to mingle a little more with his other classmates that were scattered around, deciding on the group that had midoriya, todoroki and bakugou in the centre. of course, he managed to slip himself into the group easily, much to the annoyance of the explosion hero.
that’s when he saw you standing just to the side of the group, talking to a few of the girls he’d gone to school with. one hand holding onto a glass, the other resting on your chest. anyone who was anyone could see the diamond sparkling the light, showing off that you were no longer having eyes for any other, not that you ever did since you met your husband.
mina, yaoyorozu and uraraka gasped when they saw the ring, eyes widening as mina grabbed your hand. “hey, since when did that happen!?”. biting back a laugh, you hummed slightly and tilted your head. “oh you know, the other day. we just wanted something small between hero work but don’t worry, we’ll be having another celebration soon enough and you’re all invited”. cheers sounded as you laughed.
looking over your shoulder at the feeling of eyes on your back, you caught the attention of kirishima who waved shyly, much to your amusement. offering a sweet smile you turned your attention back to your circle and continued to talk.
“well, looks like someone’s caught your attention. shame you’re spoken for. looks like i’ll have a chance”. looking to his side, kirishima saw kaminari with a grin on his face as he looked at you, something that never changed from being in school. “i don’t know man, she’s taken by the looks of it”.
a sound almost like a whine left kaminari as he huffed out, turning his attention back to the group as they chatted.
as the night progressed, so did the chatter and drinks, music playing as bodies danced, some close to their significant other while others stayed in their groups. not that kirishima was bothered as he spent most of his night carefully watching you. you were currently dancing with mina. despite the pair of you wearing dresses, you were both managing to pull out some impressive moves.
he looked down at the ring on his finger and sighed, downing the rest of the drink he’d only gotten a few moments ago before making his way over to you, fingers tapping your shoulder.
turning your attention over your shoulder to see those same red eyes you’d caught staring at you, you smiled brightly and turned around, wrapping your arms around the figure's neck in a hug. “kiri, how nice of you to join me!”. taking a moment to excuse yourself, you pulled away from the male and grabbed his hand, leading him into an empty space on the floor not too far from where you were.
grabbing ahold hold of his hands you placed them on your hips, fingers lingering a few seconds longer before you raised your arms, draping them over his shoulders as you began moving to the slow music now being played. “hey”. a soft smile tugged at your lip as you hummed. “hey yourself. couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself i see?”.
stuttering slightly, kirishima tried to explain himself before you laughed, pulling him closer to you. “relax you idiot. you’re allowed to look, eji”.
sighing a little, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, savouring the feeling of you in his arms after what felt like a long day for you both. “i know, i just feel so awkward about it all still. i’m not ready for all the questions yet”.
moving one of your arms, you placed your fingers under his chin and lifted his head, eyes scanning his and face as you offered a reassuring smile. you knew he struggled when it came to relationships, but you always assured him you’d be there to support him no matter what. “just relax, you’re doing a great job, we both know it”.
letting your hand drop, you placed it over his heart as your rings caught the light again. he was nervous, the erratic beating of his heart only confirmed that for you. “just breathe okay? i’m not going anywhere, promise”.
offering another soft smile, you looked up only to feel his lips on yours, claiming them in a kiss of every emotion he was feeling at that time. cheering sound behind you as he pulled back. “way to go, kiri! i won’t tell your wife what I saw, don’t worry”.
looking over your shoulder in the direction of the shout, you shook your head as you laughed, turning your attention back to the red-head who held you in his arms. “reckon i should put kaminari out of his misery?”.
that caused him to smile, nodding his head. “yeah, think you should. i'd hate to sound like bakugou, but I can’t wait for that extra to shut it”.
laughing, you wrapped your arms around him again and pulled yourself closer into his body, head resting on his chest as you listened to the beat of his now calming heart. lifting your head, you placed another kiss on his lips before pulling away, turning to face kaminari. “oh don’t worry kami, i think she already knows isn’t that right, my darling husband?”.
the look on everyone’s faces around you turned from shock to confusion, a few changing to a look of knowing as they smiled. you’d both kept it secret for as long as you could, the only exception being bakugou who caught wind of you both dating one day.
you were thankful to him for keeping quiet, you weren’t ready to let anyone, let alone the world know you were dating the number 12 hero. you’d both wanted to take things slow, getting to know each other without the pressures of your daily missions and lives.
a small mutter of “about damn time you nerds” was heard from somewhere in the small crowd now gathered.
“what the hell, (y/n)!?”. biting back a laugh, you placed your hand on top of the one that rested on your tummy, fingers lacing as best as they could. “surprise. i’m the wife”.
a proud smile tugged at your lips as you looked to the side, seeing the same smile on the face of your husband. “seriously, kiri, how the hell did you forget to mention you had a whole ass wife, and that wife was (y/n)”.
“don’t know dude, i guess i kinda forgot i was married to her. still doesn’t feel real”. looking at you he pecked the top of your head, squeezing your hand as you ran your thumb across the back of his hand.
“besides, we only wanted a quiet ceremony to start with, you’ll all be invited to the big celebration when we have one”.
truth be told, kirishima had forgotten he was married to you, he does for a brief moment each day. it still felt like a crazy dream that he’d wake up from any moment to find himself alone in bed, a bed that you shared with him.
whenever he looked at you, his mind went blank, it was easy for him to forget he was married to you. he’d even find himself fawning over you, wishing he was the lucky guy responsible for the rings on your finger and the smile you wore. that was until he looked down and saw the ring on his own finger, a ring you had custom-made for him to be able to wear regardless of whether his quirk was active or not.
at the end of the day, kirishima would always be that love-sick man who fell head over heels in love with you when you called into his office one day and was forever thankful he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
he was married to you and no one else would ever get the chance to be called your husband, your other half but most importantly your best friend for life.
© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.
hi bloom☺️ can i pls request a smau w the mha boys and their overly sassy, and spoiled gfs!!
⋆˚࿔ whined and dined
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader for all expect hanta, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used
authors note: thank u for the request anon! this is so funny to me n yes i was hungry when i made this sigh. also i tried my best with the sassy part but reader is mooostly spoiled
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗
( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)
⋆˚࿔ crushed reps
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship
authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.
also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you.
when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.
and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!”
eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?”
once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life.
eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier.
you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.
eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.
at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.
eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one.
you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.
your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.
denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle.
he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)
once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it.
denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.
getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.
he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.
from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you.
he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside.
hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should.
hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.
the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”
if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)
you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.
though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind.
hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post.
he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…
eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.
hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.
even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)
you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.
hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)
you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.
if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up.
⋆˚࿔ boyfriend tag
you’re a popular youtuber asking your boyfriend to participate in a new ‘boyfriend tag makeup’ trend.
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used and some feminine compliments with kiri
authors note: i need some youtuber suggestions guys pls
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
⋆˚࿔ capes and crayons
turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL
authors note: i missed writing these
word count: around 450-570 for each
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze.
you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.
“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck.
you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”
and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance.
eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back.
before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters.
“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up.
eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.
hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.
your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls.
“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”
a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked.
you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to.
“yup!” mei chirped innocently.
you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.
“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.
“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.
you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted.
it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!
but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time.
with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom.
the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice.
quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor.
denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you.
“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter.
mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.
mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”
emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out.
“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.”
emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her.
you smiled and turned to pat mio’s head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.
you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.
“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?”
you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it.
but you knew better.
“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.
you remain still and silent.
“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans.
your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder.
he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.
you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.”
it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting.
the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that.
“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed.
“fine.”
“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.
“god, yes. please.” you falter.
“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom.
when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.
“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered.
“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas.
you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but you’re sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)
hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly.
“or maybe she got it from me?”
hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”
you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were scattered throughout the kitchen floor.
hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair with a towel. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he focused on drying one side of his head.
“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes as you stood up.
he scoffed. “can’t find it?”
you shook your head.
hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulders and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier.
he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face.
then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop.
“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to help look again but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke.
“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.”
you were more confused now. “what is it?”
hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”
your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“
“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cries every night for company.”
“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you closed your mouth and thought.
“please?”
it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate.
“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet.
“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.
though before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat.
“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.
you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.
MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG
⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen
just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.
contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!
authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!
word count: 2.8k
wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering.
the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?
even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday.
you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression.
some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.
though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.
you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves.
you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry.
you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.
a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street.
you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window.
exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow.
your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all.
you quickly ran across the street.
now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions.
you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up.
“hello! could i help you with anything?”
your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.
your eyes locked onto red ones.
the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.
the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.
you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop.
“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.
you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question.
“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.
“would you like to browse inside?”
your eyes narrowed, “welll…”
the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls.
the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japanese pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.
the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move.
you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall.
chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life.
you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?
you read on.
ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.
dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life.
“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.
you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.
“…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more.
he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers.
peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression.
“i bring them to the gym.”
a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel.. intrigued.
“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke.
your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”
“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful.
“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”
“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned.
you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”
“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate.
there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.
camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement.
“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”
you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.
“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.”
you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia.
you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.
the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.
snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.
and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.
you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“
before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”
you shook your head, confused.
“it’s on the house.”
“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.”
he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”
you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts.
you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”
thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”
“f/n l/n.”
“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”
you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”
“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.
you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished.
and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again.
“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”
that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work.
“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”
you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the store and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away.
“if it makes your day better then totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality.
“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all.
“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you.
you typed your number in and gave it back.
“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”
“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did. you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.
“kirishima.”
the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.”
you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.
he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.
“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”
kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop.
“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you.
when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.”
“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks.
kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.”
“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.
it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?
“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.
kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.
“they’re—“
“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.
“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly.
you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight.
“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.”
“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.”
kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.
“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.
“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.”
you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.
hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions.
he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.
“of course it’s a date.”
heyy i love your smaus 🩷🩷 and i wanted to request one where the reader texts the guys that they have an emergency but they only want them to like kill a spider and maybe like the aftermath of that 😭 (i ask you include hitoshi but other then that’s its up to you) 🫶🏻🫶🏻
⋆˚࿔ sticky situation
— includes: midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader but denki says “mama”, can be platonic or romantic!
authors note: thankkk u for the request anon! denki, eiji, and hanta are scared of spiders canon!!!
hii bloom ily n u r so awesome.. I KNOW i was just in ur requests but im literally obsessed w u n ur work sooo bad, no rush on completing this!! just if you're wanting then could you do PERHAPS do boyfriend kiri content it can be smau drabble headcanon ANNND it can be sfw nsfw whatever!! but if u don't mind could u mayb do a kiri x f!reader moments where they are studying and the reader is really overwhelmed so kiri tries to cheer them up by going down on them 🙈🙈🙈
⋆˚࿔ where fire burns and molten melts
contains: nsfw content!! minors dni. f!reader, eating out, established relationship, fluffiest smut you’ll ever read.
authors note: so is this too intimate orrrrr
word count: 2.8k
you tapped your pen against the paper, glancing over to check the document on your laptop. your eyes darted back and forth between the two materials as you copied the text onto the paper. you were studying a case file of a villian you and hawks had captured a couple weeks back. police outlets recently revealed that the villain might be connected to a new murder case.
hawks can never do his paperwork in time. so of course the newbie pro-hero has to do all his dirty work. your head spun and your eyes burned. the sun had already made its full route, and you were still working on the case. it had been hours at this point.
you let out a quiet sigh as you sit back against the arm of your couch, rubbing your sore eyes. when your hands leave your face your gaze didn’t immediately go back to the screen sitting on your lap.
they looked up.
there, eijiro is humming softly across from you. he using one hand to flip through a book— you know he’s probably reading something about dragons since fantasy is his favorite genre. his other hand is occupied with petting your legs; one draped across his toned thighs and the other bent up against his chest.
eijiro joined you on the couch two hours ago after a long, warm shower. his chirpy face and clarifying voice immediately saturated you and you told yourself you’d finish the file tonight.
your boyfriend's hand were usually warm as he ghosted over your knee and thigh before settling back on your legs. he occasionally let out a small gasp or mumbled to himself about the story in his book, the noise blending in nicely to the background sound of the outside wind.
your apartment creaks under the wind's blow, catching eijiro’s attention. he looks up and his eyes widen slightly when his pupils find yours, a smile carving itself onto his face. “are you done baby?” he ask. the speed of his rubbing slightly increases and you feel like his fingertips could burn into your skin, as if to mark their territory.
you blink, eyes drifting back to your laptop. “not yet.“ you exhale, pushing your hair back. “it should just be a couple more hours.” you attempt to reassure, more so yourself than him.
“but—“ eijiro’s rubbing stops, his palm laying flat on your leg. the warmth from his hand merges into you, “you won’t get any work done when you like this.” he says, pouting.
you squint your eyes. something about his tone is off. his eyes are nothing short of pleading. maybe he’s tired? “you can go to bed. i’ll be right behind you.” you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it was late and you both had had a long day.
“no, i want to be with you.” eijiro says, his tone surprisingly firm before it faints back to its familiarly sweet origin. the rubbing picks up before his voice, “i just think that you should take a break.”
“break—?” you nearly stutter. a break wouldn’t help now. not when you're already so focused. not when you were so close to being done.
as if he could read the doubts all over your face eijiro swiftly intervenes, “you deserve it.” he says, wrapping you into the comforting embrace of his voice. just that alone made you feel way less tense. he placed his book to the side and kissed your knee then laid his cheek against it.
his eyes raked down your image—- taking in every detail, and you felt a pool of heat collect in your lower stomach. the kiss was so gentle, his words were so soft. it was impossible to resist him.
you closed your laptop and carefully placed it onto the coffee table. “okay, a short break.” you said, emphasis on the short.
eijiro cheers. he shifts, swapping his cheek out for his hand. he protectively gripped your knee as he positioned himself above you with his other hand holding onto the couch’s arm behind you. his head blocked the light from the kitchen, capturing his figure in outline of yellow glow. his grin shines as he dips his head towards you, eyes questioning.
you wordlessly nod, melting as his lips meet yours. his hands dance down and along your inner thigh but remain a safe distance from your growing problem. but it doesn’t matter because your lips fit eijiro like the perfect piece of a puzzle.
you make use of your hands and settle them on the nape of his neck, resting along his black roots. and just like that all your worries wash away. all you can focus on now is how he’s gently nipping on your bottom lip, licking over it again and again.
your tongue comes out of hiding and slithers into your boyfriend's mouth. eijiro groans, grip on you just barely tightening. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. you breathe slowly, eijiro does the same, and you wonder how you both got carried away so quickly.
“i love how dedicated you are to your hero work,” eijiro’s eyes are locked onto yours and his voice strained.
you bite your lip, eijiro’s low rumbling voice traveling to cunt. you wonder if that should make you feel ashamed (it doesn’t).
“but sometimes i miss having you to myself.” he whines, sounding utterly desperate. you suck in a breath and press your thigh together.
“oh baby,” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. eijiro’s eyes falter into a dreamlike state, “you'll always have me,” you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “i’ll always be yours.” you repeat.
your boyfriend’s face is almost fully covered with blotches of pink. he groans again, a lighter one this time, and hides himself behind your shoulder, his mouth brushing against the tip of your ear. “let me help you relax.” his pleadingly whispers.
the words send an electrical shock through your body. you instinctively place a hand on his chest but don’t push back, “relax..?” you inquire cautiously. you know exactly what’s going through your mind, what you want. but you weren’t so sure your sweet, innocent, muscular, boyfriend was thinking.
you are just now realizing how he’s towering over you. his bicep is flexed as his grip behind you stands strong. prominent vines run up and down his arm. his eyes are blurred with something. something that tells you his thoughts are leaning down a similar road as yours.
he looks down and hooks his hand under your propped up knee. his thumbs drag along your skin. “relax.” he repeats.
now you know exactly what he means. your boyfriend lives off of treating you like royalty. no matter what he always puts you and your pleasure first. and the way he buries himself between your thighs and feasting like it’s last meal makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are.
the blood rushes to your head as your mind gets flooded with thoughts of seeing him like that; seeing him be so attentive, so submissive. and all of it just being for you. you could really use that about now.
before you can open your mouth to reply, eijiro gravitates his hand to hover over your clothed core. and though he doesn’t touch you directly, your breath still hitches.
“like this.” eijiro confirms— though you were sure he knew that you knew what he meant —his warm breath tickling your skin.
“eiji—“ you want to reason with yourself, to have an excuse. but fuck your boyfriend’s fingers, your boyfriend’s tongue, is way better than the lazy ‘thanks’ you would receive from hawks for completing the case file on time.
“can i?” he kisses the spot between your jawline and neck. your next breath in is mixed with a moan and you decide that this torture as gone on long enough.
“yeah, yeah go ahead. please.” you attempt to hide the undertone of neediness in your voice.
eijiro reels in your acceptance. he buckles down to his knees, big hands resting on the outer side of both your thighs. he doesn’t waste time prying your legs open and placing a kiss on top of your clit. the gesture seeps beneath the layers of clothing leaving a buzzing feeling swirling in your warmth. your chest arches up slightly as you take a deep breath.
“sorry,” eijiro retreated, leaning his head on your thigh. “i won’t get ahead of myself.” he murmurs and your heart soars. he always takes his time with you— treating you like his prized possession. eijiro goes on to intricately kiss along your inner thighs and occasionally decorate them with pretty tooth marked petals. you hands floated to hold onto his hair, messaging it sweetly. every mark he left felt like a touch to the sun and your skin flourished in the burn.
you groaned impatiently, “babe, please.” you brought up your other hand and caressed his cheeks. his gaze was filled with an aching kind of love, one that spoke of quiet promises and unshaken devotion. it sometimes still makes you nervous. “i want you now.” you breathed out.
eijiro urgently nodded and repositioned the two of you so he could easily peel off your shorts. he did so carefully. once the shorts slipped off your legs he folded them in half and put them on the coffee table behind him.
he returned his face back to you to find you wiggle your hips, silently begging for some type of friction. eijiro licks his lips, soaking in the sight of you being so vulnerable underneath him. “having all of your attention,” eijiro sounds out of breath as he gradually takes your underwear off. “it’s all i want.” he lets out a strangled groan when your glistening slick is revealed.
eijiro is lost for a minute. your whine at his staring causes his focus to come back.
he puts your underwear off to the side and resumes his teasing kisses. working around your throbbing walls, “this is all i want.” he speaks into your skin, his words causing every inch of your body to react. “you’re all i want.”
you can’t understand why eijiro feels the need to say all of this now. you know. you know how much he loves you. you know how much you mean to him. he had proven time and time again that you’re his number one.
but still, you find yourself struck by his words. “eiji.” you whine. you tugged the hand that was tangled in his blazing hair and eijiro immediately halts. “please.”
“sorry babygirl,” he says and finally hooks both of his hands under your knees. he keeps a steady grip and pushes your legs back, completely exposed to your soaked pussy, “didn’t mean to make us wait.”
he gives an experimental kiss to your clit before fully committing. his fingertips press into your skin as he leans forward and latches onto your bud. you let out a filthy moan at the contact. eijiro, wanting to pawn more of the sound out of you, does it again. your hands run to free the strands of hair blocking his view— mostly so you can get a better look of his face while his spit mixed in with your juices.
the room is suddenly full of sounds of squelching and soft moaning, both coming from you. eijiro is ruthless. his jaw is slacked open, licking up as much of you as he can.
when he circles his tongue around your clit, your legs, that are hanging behind his shoulders, pull him in closer. eijiro’s eyes don’t leave your face, it was clear that he wanted to see how you reacted to every single touch. you throw your head back into the corner of the couch, absolutely hypnotized by the feeling of his tongue traveling so passionately inside of you.
“eiji you—.” you find that your ability to speak is gone, your words coming out as a whimper.
your boyfriend doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, fully immersed in you. your mouth— which you don’t remember leaving open —stings around the edges, feeling numb. eijiro slurps your wetness on his flat tongue. you shutter.
and although your head is cloudy and you can barely focus, you know the boy thrives on praise and you feel the need to let him know how good he’s doing. “you’re doing ah-amazing, baby.” you babble.
eijiro moans. you watch as his brows furrow and his hips buck against the couch below. the sight causes something in your stomach to coil. eijiro pulls away from your heat to trail kisses up your stomach. one of his hands moves from under your knee, dropping your leg on his shoulder and moving down to your folds. the contrast of his rough fingers to your soft skin was like a blade to silk. opposites, but somehow blending together perfectly.
and like he’s done dozens of times before, eijiro tips his finger into you, slowly. the movement never fails to drive you crazy. eijiro is careful— as always. you can see the focus flashing in his eyes as he inches his fingers deeper into you, engrossed in your glowing entrance.
you blushed. you didn’t expect to take this this far, but you definitely weren’t complaining.
it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the stretch and eijiro’s mouth is already off to licking your clit again as he adds another finger. your hips wiggle at the feeling of being full. your body tenses up for a moment and eijiro stops, but when you let out a satisfied sigh he continues. eijiro holds you steady as pumps his fingers in and out of your sex, deliciously stretching you open. at the same time his tongue, dripping in your taste and scent, laps over your folds.
eijiro rides your leg up higher and pulls away again. he leans into you, “such a pretty girl.” he whispers against your thigh, still working his fingers inside you. “i love you,” he kisses your knee. “so so much. you know that?”
you nod your head aggressively, a half-cry, half-whimper leaving your lips. “i know.” you mumble. you feel lightheaded and your ears are starting to ring. your heart is racing but you don’t feel scared in eijiro’s presence, you feel blissful. “ah—i love you too.”
eijiro takes the initiative to slip his fingers out, wanting you to finish on his tongue. you don’t waste time mourning on the absent feeling because eijiro is quick to fill you up again.
he licks you up and down, his nose now becoming a part of the shiny mess. eijiro increases his speed and intensity as his nails print crescent moons in your flesh.
the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your boyfriend mewled into your folds. through shaky breaths your titled your head up, watching him devour you, practically making out with your pussy. the sight manages to send you over the edge, pleasure blooming inside of you. “baby, i— i’m gonna..” your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank, solely focused on the enticing sensation.
“uh huh i know. go right ahead, precious.” eijiro drunkenly slurs into your wetness.
the muscles in your thighs stiffen as your legs jerk up. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only sensation— the sharp pull of ecstasy, the dizzying warmth of release. a broken string of moans and short heavy breaths jolt out from your gut, your white blood drained knuckles contrasting with your boyfriend's vibrant red hair.
eijiro’s mouth doesn’t stop until a couple of seconds later; licking you clean and littering kisses all over your now swollen lips. you heart is pounding so loud you could hear it’s rhythm thumping in your ears. your entire body has gone slack as your boyfriend stands up from his kneeling position.
you don’t get the chance to fully recover from your high before eijiro speaks up, “the case. it’s about the villian you and hawks took down in mandaree, right?”
you struggle to make out your boyfriend's words, “huh—?”
“don’t worry sweetheart. i’ll do it for you.” eijiro kisses your cheek, leans back, and then kisses your forehead. “alrighty, up!” without warning eijiro picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he quickly makes his way to your bedroom.
eijiro gently descends you onto the velvety sheet ontop of your bed. you squirm at the feeling of the cool sheet beneath you. a long exhale escapes your mouth.
the bed dips down as eijiro crawls in beside you. it’s hard to ignore the trace of wetness clung to his mouth and dripping down his chin. the evidence of his work makes your stomach weakly tighten again.
you press a thumb to his lips and wipe off the slick from his satisfied grin.
eijiro takes this as an invitation. “sooo,” he rubs your arm, big eyes sparkling, “need some more help relaxing?”
hiii bloom :c i looove ur work and was wondering if i could request a kirishima smau like boyfriend texts orrrr maybe a smau of kirishima x shy reader and like he's so infatuated w her but she lwk comes off as rude or what not bc her anxiety and yeahh BUT they do get tg and ugh im rambling do as u like !!! kisses 4 u xo 🩷🩷🩷
⋆˚࿔ gently yours
contains: gn!reader but feminine compliments, fluff, leads to established relationship
authors note: hii lotus my beautiful flower thank u for requesting!! everytime i write for kiri my heart does backflips hes such a cutie. he definitely would text you and then throw his phone across the room ugh i love him
omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request
headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!
⋆˚࿔ cheer fever
being the mha boys' cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)
— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)
contains: f!reader, fluff, established relationship
authors note: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.
following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.
eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!
he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.
after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).
walks you home after cheer practice.
one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.
half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.
he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)
forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”
still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.
tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.
no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.
after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.
+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.
hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.
when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!
hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”
carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.
fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”
when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.