KIRISHIMA X READER COLLEGE AU
Idk why I wrote this
After your situationship, Bakugou, broke things off with you you’ve been wanting to get back at him
So why not get with his best friend?
Frat!AU College!AU
All of the characters in this are in greek like because I miss my sorority sorry not sorry
So here’s a little key that is super dumbed down so nobody is super confused, it’s kinda weird. Exec - any position held in greek life. Standards - where you go to report something. Social - party between one frat and one sorority. Dry/sober events - usually take place before a social, something like painting or trivia. Rush - a week of girls going to different sororities to learn about them before joining essentially. Pomping/homecoming - pomping a float is just turning tissue paper into balls to glue onto a float for homecoming. Panhel - a group of girls from different sororities who oversee all of greek life on campus
Alsooo didn’t proof read and like half of this was written high <3
Dropped foundation and makeup brushes littered the entire third floor of the sorority house, girls shrieking and clambering around. Only one room on the floor stayed silent, a typically loud triple dorm. The door was locked shut with three girls together, one laying in bed hiding under the covers and two sitting on the end, trying to cheer up the other. They pulled the covers from her and tried to drag her out of bed. When that didn’t work out, they began gently stroking her arm, telling her everything would be alright.
This scenario had been going on for the past week, as pathetic as it sounded. (Y/n) finally sat up from the bed, fiddling with the pillow that was previously underneath her.
“Come on (Y/n), you’ve skipped class for the past week. You NEED to get out of bed,” her friend tugged on her arm. “Let’s go out, we haven’t in forever.”
“You can’t get so caught up over him, he’s a dick.”
“He was nice!”
“Like when he made you walk in the rain to his car because he didn’t want to be seen picking you up from the house?”
“Nice to look at!” (Y/n) added to her last sentence.
“Look,” both of her friends held her hand, “if you keep wallowing in all this self pity you’re only proving him right, that you can’t get over him and you can’t do better.”
“I CAN’T do better!” She screamed into her pillow, burying her head. The two friends looked at each other before groaning in unison.
“Fine, if you don’t get up I’m getting standards to do a wellness check on you.” One finally replied.
(Y/n) groaned into her pillow before rolling out of bed, standing up for what felt like the first time in weeks. She was still in her pajamas from a week ago and hadn’t done any sort of self-care routine either. It showed. Her lips were cracked and dry, her nails were chipped and bitten down to the skin, and she was hunched down.
“It’s worse than we thought. Jesus, (Y/n) what did this man put you through?”
The whole chapter had heard about what happened between her and the social chair of DChi. Bakugou had been stringing her along for over a year and finally broke things off with her. Just about everyone else except for (Y/n) was relieved when it happened, knowing that he was just using her while talking to about eight other girls. They wondered how and why she could even put up with such a pompous, entitled man but most of them understood where her feelings for him came from. Bakugou was, in the simplest way to put it, extremely attractive and just about every girl who saw him at a party wanted to hook up with him. He was something out of reach for people to pine for, almost like an idol.
But for the people who had to actually interact with him (aka the sorority girls who had to pick up the slack of the half the frat not pomping the float for homecoming), he was a douche and lost his attractiveness immediately after interacting. Unless you were (Y/n) of course. To her friends, it was almost some sort of divine punishment that they began hooking up when they met each other. They knew that he would string her along but she was so enamored with the mere thought of him that she convinced herself they would end up together. She knew deep down that him breaking things off was inevitable though. She just kept lying to herself.
She must have been in her own deep thoughts (thinking about why she wasn’t enough for him) for longer than she thought because she was tapped back into reality by Mina. (Y/n) straightened up, confused as to why her friend who lived in another sorority house was in her room without warning.
“They brought me in, told me you needed help. By God they were right.” Mina began pulling outfits from her assortment of bags, even going through (Y/n) and her roommates' shared closet to find something.
“I don’t know if I want to go out.”
“(Y/n) you have never, in the history of me knowing you, said that with honesty. You just don’t want to see Bakugou.”
“Are we going to the bars then?”
“No silly, we’re going to his frat!” Mina said with a smile, tossing another outfit to the ground. “He’s not supposed to be there anyways, I heard he was out of town or something. But even if he is there, I want you to show him how hot you are.” She finally settled on a white, leather-materialed tube top and brown miniskirt. (Y/n) stared in disbelief at the combo.
“Am I going to Nashville?”
“It’s rodeo themed, and weird way to say thank you.” Mina laughed. “Besdies, you’ve had white cowgirl boots in your closet that you haven’t worn in a year. I KNOW you’ve been itching to wear it.” She tossed (Y/n) a coconut scented body scrub and razor. “Now go get cleaned up, I’m going to do my makeup.”
(Y/n) stood there for a moment, holding the items in her arm before slowly moving to her bathroom.
“C’mon, giddy up girl,” Mina teased her, urging her to move quicker.
(Y/n) turned the shower onto the hottest temperature she could handle and got in, feeling the heat slowly wake her up. She had all of her vanilla scented body washes laid out and an intricate skincare routine on the sink, courtesy of her roommates. She was thankful she had people who were so patient with the way she could get down on herself and put herself in a self-deprecating state of mind. She hated how she acted when being rejected but she couldn’t help but think it was something about her that she was lacking. That if she was prettier, funnier, or smarter she could have kept him around. This wasn’t the first time she got like this. Anytime she faces rejection or failure she isolates and puts herself in this state.
Her and Bakugou had a rough history, being an on and off situationship since they met. She knew he was talking to other girls, but she convinced herself she could somehow make herself more appealing to him. Being more available, more amiable, more eager to please. She knows the lesson she needs to learn but somehow it won’t stick with her. She needs to stop changing herself for a man. She needs to stop being such a people pleaser just for the possibility of being treated better.
She shook off the feelings that began to arise and got out of the shower, beginning to moisturize her legs and moved onto her skin care. She finally felt like a person and not a robot who lost power. She came out to her room with a bathrobe on and her head wrapped in a towel.
“Back from the dead huh,” Mina joked. She passed an open energy drink over to her, which (Y/n) took eagerly. Mina sat her down at the shared vanity desk and started to do her makeup, opting for a brown and gold color scheme. When she finished, she did (Y/n)’s hair. (Y/n) enjoyed how Mina understood what she was going through and that she just needed some support. Mina was always good at cheering her up with small acts of service like this. The very first time they hung out was when they were getting ready for rush week together when they first got to college. Anytime someone complimented (Y/n)’s outfit, hair, or makeup she was grateful to always be able to mention Mina.
“There, that’s the (Y/n) I know.” Mina smiled at her over her shoulder, looking at their reflection in the mirror. “Now let’s pre.”
“Mina, we can’t bring alcohol into the sorority house.”
“Can’t bring weed in either. Don’t act like your roommates don’t have a fat stash under their bed. Besides, we’re just going to take a few shots and head out. Everyone has already left to go out, we’re running behind. If we need more we can get drinks at DChi.”
They took a few quick shots and went to leave to the frats, getting a ride from someone in Mina’s sorority. They passed back some more drinks for the pair to take together. They were dropped off and told to be safe. There was a large group of people hanging outside of the building. Mina and (Y/n) went to the front and waved to the guys watching a door as they nodded them in. They grabbed onto each other and wormed through the crowd and to the kitchen area. Mina immediately spotted a friend and squealed, wrapping her arms around them. She spun around pulled the figure towards (Y/n).
“(Y/n), this is my friend, Eijirou!” Mina introduced a large red-head wearing baggy, black jeans and a ribbed tank top. He immediately gave a friendly wave and walked up to her.
“Have we met before?”
“Uhm…
She had met him before, albeit sober and through Bakugou. More of in a passersby way though, briefly seeing each other at socials and sober events together. With over a hundred people in a room, it’s hard to be memorable.
“I think so.”
“(Y/n)’s here a lot, you have to have remembered her! She’s in Kappa-Sig, you just partnered with them for homecoming!” Mina swiveled around once more, being greeted by another girl. She immediately took her in her arms and danced off. Eijirou and (Y/n) glanced at each other before quietly laughing. He walked up and led her to a semi-quieter area to talk to; the couch beside the beer pong table.
“Not sure why she never mentioned such a cute girl to me. How have we never met? I swear I know you from somewhere.”
She didn’t want to mention Bakugou. Not at all actually. But unfortunately that’s just what happened to spill out of her mouth. “Bakugou didn’t like showing me off I guess.” She shrugged and immediately felt the effect of her words. She felt as if the words were spilling out of her mouth like water spilling over a bucket, no way to retract what happened. Kirishima didn’t say anything either, at least for a moment. It seemed like he was carefully choosing his words.
“I think I remember you now. You’re… well…”
“Yea. How do you know him. Besides…”
“We were on uh, finance for exec together.” He trailed off, going silent for a minute. He suddenly snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “we met during pilates! You were leading the event for Panhel! Last fall!”
“Oh my God, we did-”
“-You corrected my form on the shell stretch! Are you still on panhel?” She shook her head. He made a small ‘o’ with his mouth. “I get it, I was on exec last year and felt like I had wayyyy too much on my plate. It’s not for everyone. Definitely not me.” He took a sip of his beer. “And I think I bumped into you at the gym? You dropped your water bottle on the way out.”
“Yes, oh my God,” she bounced up and down on the couch. “I can’t believe that was you!” She was closer to him on the couch now, both of their knees touching. They sat in silence for a bit at that. (Y/n) knew that it’s not a great idea to try to get with one of his friends, but frankly, she didn’t give a shit. She wanted nothing more than for him to see that she was over him and getting with his friend would hurt him. She knew he had minor jealousy issues with how he felt Eijirou was more popular than him and that people thought Eijirou was more charming than he was. (Y/n) had to deal with rants about it for several months on end when he overheard people talking about, “the sweetest guy in DChi.” He was pissed it wasn’t him, not that he wanted to be referred to as sweet, he hated when (Y/n) did it, but because he couldn’t understand why they would talk about him rather than himself.
At this point, Eijirou’s hand was resting on the outside of her thigh.
“It’s a little crowded, don’t you think?” She nodded as he took her hand and led her through a long hallway and into a room. She took a glance around it, a clean bed, a gaming set up, a desk filled with pictures; she noticed a picture of Eijirou and Bakugou at some bar. Eijirou sat down on his bed and brought (Y/n) gently down with him, wrapping a hand around her waist.
“When did you join Kappa Sig?” He fumbled around his desk with his other hand, bringing over a pen, hitting it soon after.
“First semester, same as Mina,” she reached over to take a hit herself, not waiting for an invite.
“Is that when you met?” She’s glad he didn’t seem to care about her lack of boundaries when it came to getting high.
“Mhm.” She smiled. She was about to ask when he and Bakugou met but cut herself off. It was too late though, Eijirou had already picked up what she was wanting to know.
“Katuski and I met the first week, we lived down the hall from each other in our dorm hall. And he went to some event for this frat, invited me to come with him the next day. We’ve been pretty close since. I can’t believe I didn’t know…” He cut himself off, visibly biting his bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Wait he lets you call him that?”
“His name? Katsuki?”
“Yea, I thought he didn't like it when-” It hit her hard that she was never as close to him as she convinced herself she was. That no matter what, she was never going to be that girl and she couldn’t change herself, couldn’t fix herself to make him want her more.
Eijirou frowned immediately at the blank-face that covered (Y/n). “He never let you call him Katsuki?” He pouted and seemed genuinely upset at that. He cupped her face in his hand, “poor girl,” he murmured.
“Yea it-” she stopped talking at the wavering of her voice, feeling the tears well up again. Eijirou immediately began stroking her arm and cooing at her.
“Hey, hey, hey, shh,” he traced at her back, holding her while she started to hiccup. She pulled back and wiped her eyes, apologizing about what just happened. He shook his head at her. “It’s so shitty what he did (Y/n). Guys who do that, well- they’re such dicks. That’s not a man. And no man should ever do that. Not to you,” he tilted her head up and brushed her cheek.
“You think so?”
“Of course. You’re so beautiful.” His hand began to trace lower. “Your eyes are so beautiful.”
“Eijirou-“
“I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”
“I want…” She bit her bottom lip.
“I don’t care if I’m a rebound.”
“Can we-” she began to ask.
“You can take it out on me.”
She immediately grabbed onto his shoulders, straddling him. He reciprocated quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her. She leaned into him, causing his head to hit the front of the headboard. He didn’t even shake it off or anything, he just readjusted to keep on kissing her, their mouths inseparable. He rolled over and pinned her down, lowering himself onto her mouth in an almost push-up manner.
He brought her into his arms once more and pulled her into his arms, her legs in between his. She took her arms around his neck and pulled up so she was back to straddling his lap. He bucked her further up into his when he pulled back from kissing her for a moment.
“Hold on, okay?”
He shifted towards the end of the bed and stood up, causing (Y/n) to let out a short squeal, tightening her grip around him. He walked over to the wall and pinned her against it, shifting his hips into her. She grabbed onto his shoulder and shoved him into her, immediately kissing the side of his neck. He let out a small whine and gently grabbed the back of her head, keeping her mouth on his neck. She continued, getting messier and messier as the time progressed. She eventually ended up leaving small bite marks around the side of his neck. When (Y/n) finally pulled back, he immediately kissed her neck and began to move downward, causing her to squirm momentarily before hopping down from his waist. She pulled him to the bed and began tugging at his top.
He laughed, taking her hands and bringing them to her side. He took his top off and tossed it to the side, smiling at her. He was ripped. More than Bakugou was. She didn’t want to compare them, especially at this time, but she couldn’t help it. His waist band sat low and she could see his v-line formation begin.
No wonder Bakugou never introduced them, she thought. It looked as if Eijirou was always flexing, even though she knew he wasn’t. He took his hands to her shoulders and trailed down slowly to her waist, moving his hands to the back of his top.
“Are you okay if I-”
She immediately nodded, turning around to make it easier. She could hear him let out a soft chuckle at her. “Alright then,” he slowly unzipped her top, unhooking the bottom. He folded it in half and went to his drawer, resting it neatly at the top.
“How kind,” she teased.
“It’s the right thing to do. Would hate it if you weren’t able to wear that top again,” his eyes narrowed slightly, almost glancing back at the top. He shook his head slightly and looked back at (Y/n). He paused, mouth hanging open slightly.
“God,” he let out a sigh. (Y/n) felt her face flush, looking down in slight embarrassment. He brushed his hand over her cheek and lifted her head back up. “I can’t believe I went so long never knowing you.” He brought her down into his bed, twisting underneath the covers. He stroked her cheek once more. His hand went lower, going onto her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and to the side of her breast. He paused before slowly tracing onto her waist. He never stopped looking into her eyes though.
*BZZZZ* *BZZZZ*
She sat up, immediately turning to her phone shaking slightly on his side table. She reached over, seeing the missed call, name text of MINA with hearts surrounding it. Below, she could see a series of texts from her and a few other girls from her sorority who were at this party. Eijirou pulled her closer, keeping his arm wrapped around her, his blankets covering them both still. She swiped up to see what was sent, but before she could see, she glanced up at the sound of a door opening.
“Hey bro, I’ve been looking for-”
She wanted to hit her head with a fucking hammer. She wanted to smash her phone. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to remember this moment forever. She wanted to debrief this entire sequence to her friends.
“WHAT-”
“Oh hey bro!”
“-THE ACTUAL”
She had never seen his face turn so red.
“FUCK”
Eijirou propped his head up in the crook of her neck. The blanket fell slightly, exposing her. She reallyyyy hoped whatever face she made that was frozen made her look like she didn’t care.
“ARE YOU DOING” Mina is going to LOVE this.
Eijirou decided to cover her up with his hand, a large warmth enveloping her chest.
“WITH HER!”
“Why? Do you know her?” He almost taunted him. Bakugou’s red face snapped down to (Y/n)’s, almost demanding an explanation. She glanced back down at her phone, trying to ignore him. She finally saw all the texts that she missed.
MINA - 1:27am
(Y/n) PLZ BE ON THE LOOKOUT
MINA - 1:41am
HE’S HERE
MINA - 1:47am
ILL BEAT HIS ASS IF U GIVE ME THE GO AHEAD
MINA - 1:49am
WHERE ARE U
She looked up at the sound of the door slamming. Her phone dropped at the relief.
“Sorry he interrupted us,” Eijirou didn’t even seem phased, “thought he was out of town. Anyways,” he flipped her over, leaning above her.
“Wanna keep going?”
“Please,” she let out a sigh before tugging at his waist band.
~~~
BONUS
“So,” Mina stirred her iced latte. “Sorry I didn’t beat his ass for you, I was a little bit worried you’d get mad.” She paused, looking up before continuing, “I also thought he would, like, spin kick me if I touched him.”
“I can try another time!” She put her hands in the air defensively. “I’ll get revenge for you, don't even worry.”
“Oh you are going to love this.”














