kirishima and his overdramatic girlfriend ⋆˚࿔
"baby, i promise, it won’t happen again…" kirishima whines, dragging the words out like he’s performing a tragic monologue rather than apologising for something as small as being late.
"you were five minutes late," you whine back, matching his theatrics because if he’s going to be dramatic, then you’re going to be dramatic enough to win awards for it.
you sit in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, pretending to be furious even though he opened the car door for you, kissed your cheek as he always does, and has been showering you in compliments since the moment you sat down. still, there’s something undeniably entertaining about watching him scramble, because kirishima is never more attractive than when he’s desperate to make things right.
"how’s gym going?" you ask, voice casual, even though you’re already planning exactly where this conversation is headed.
he straightens a little, caught off guard. "gym? uh— good! i’ve been consistent with my streak."
"how many push‑ups can you do?"
he blinks, confused but honest. "like… sets? around a hundred probably. why?"
you turn your head toward him, letting the moment drag just to make him nervous about your next move. "i want you to do two hundred push‑ups with me lying between your arms, and instead of touching the ground, i want you to kiss me."
kirishima’s eyes widen so dramatically it’s almost funny, his mouth opening and closing like he’s trying to catch the right words before they escape him. he stutters once, twice, then somehow pulls himself together.
"uh— sure! yeah! i can do that! like… now?"
you raise an eyebrow, amused. "you can do push‑ups in the car?
he looks around the interior like it’s suddenly shrunk to the size of a shoebox, then shakes his head so fast his hair moves. "no. right. okay. let’s— let’s drive to my place."
he fumbles with the keys, starts the car too aggressively, apologises for starting the car very passionately, and pulls out of the parking spot with the determination of a man who has just been handed a quest he refuses to fail.
you watch him, admiration curling in your chest. "you’re really going to do it?"
kirishima nods with full conviction, eyes forward, jaw set like he’s preparing for battle. "baby, i was five minutes late. i have to make this right."
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