okay, so i swear i'm working on soul-lights still but. but! i was working on a kiri fic first š„ŗ our poor baby, getting put on the backburner while i work on his best friend's love story š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗš kiri'll get his turn soon! in the meantime, i wanted to share a snippet of that wip. aged up, pro hero kiri. we're friends here, but we want to be more
You pull your phone away from you so you can look at the screen, and just as your thumb hovers over the end call button, you hear a sleepy, āHello?ā through the speaker. You quickly bring your phone back up to your ear.Ā
āKiri! Itās me. Hi. Iām so sorry, I shouldnāt have called you. Please go back to sleep, Iām going to hang up nowāā
āHey, hey.ā His voice sounds way more alert than it had ten seconds ago. āDonāt hang up, please. Whatās going on? Are you okay?ā
You take a deep breath and exhale.Ā
āYeah, Iām fine. Itās dumb. Iām walking home from a thing, and I got scared. So I wanted to talk to someone on the phone so I donāt freak out.ā You laugh weakly.
āItās not dumb.ā Kiriās voice is still a little gravelly from sleep, and something about it sends little shivers running through you. He says, āWant you to call me if youāre feeling scared. āspecially if youāre walking alone late at night. You almost home?ā
āAlmost,ā you say softly, a lump of emotion in your throat. His voice is so close in your ear. You can hear the rustle of sheets as he shifts. Like this, you can almost imagine himāsoft, hair down and mussed from sleep, warm.Ā
āWant me to come and walk you the rest of the way?ā
āNooo, Kiri, stay in bed,ā you say, flustered. āI really am almost home. Two minutes tops.ā
āStay with me,ā he says, yawning, āātil youāre inside your apartment, okay?āĀ
āOkay.ā Your heart rate slows.Ā
As you go about your nighttime routine, Kirishimaās voice the background to your nightās close, you allow the warm feeling you've been holding tightly in your chest to spread. Like this, it's easy to imagine what it would be like if Kirishima were yours to come home to at the end of a long day. What it'd be like to be his.Ā