▲Warnings▲: Miscarriage, Child loss, and slight gore
▲If those topics trigger you, please do not read▲
"I'm going to work now, Y/N."
Eijiro alerts his wife, who lays still, back facing her husband. A wave of sadness and guilt washes over him as he walks away from their shared bedroom. He still had to go to work. After all, the world needs the sturdy hero, but so did his wife. The redhead sadly remembers her smile that is now lost, along with their unborn child. He wanted to curse and blame life for their loss, but death is the one guilty.
Y/N stayed still, hearing her husband's words blur into the deafening ring of silence.
Less than 24 hours ago, she was still pregnant with her first child.
Less than 24 hours ago, she was rushed to the hospital because of sudden bleeding.
Less than 24 hours ago, her husband stood beside her with a worried expression.
And less than 24 hours ago, she lost her baby.
Questions circled around her head. Was it her fault? Could she have done something to prevent what had happened? Was there something wrong with her or the baby? Y/N couldn't help but blame herself for the tragedy. She cried. Eijiro cried. And everyone who knew about the baby wept for the child. Now, Y/N lays in bed, listening to the silence with dry, puffy eyes as the heavy feeling of grief made it impossible to move.
"Go home Red Riot."
"But-"
"I said go home."
Fatgum watches as the boy trudges out of his office. The pro hero was one of the first people Eijiro told about Y/N's pregnancy, and sadly, their miscarriage. He felt so bad that Eijiro was still called into work, but at first glance, he knew that the father couldn't even stand with the weight of the loss on his back. With a sigh, Fatgum returned to his work.
Eijiro walks into his home, not bothering to call out to Y/N. He slips off his gear and makes his way to the shared bedroom. Each step felt heavier as he walked closer to his wife. The sadness and grief increase with the climb up the stairs. The man known for being rock hard started to cry. Tears burned his cheeks and lips trembling. He wanted that child just as much as Y/N did. It didn't help that everyone around them was also overjoyed about the baby. Now, he wonders, could he have done something?
The long journey to the bedroom was far from over, as once he made it to the doorway, he sees his wife. She hadn't moved from when he left. Even more heavy emotions weigh him down with the scene. But he proceeded. Finally reaching the bed and sitting on his side, making the mattress bend at his weight.
The silence was almost comforting at this point. Staying in it for so long, Y/N got used to it. Since she didn't move, the feeling of anything physical left her body. The mother could barely feel the coldness of the room. That was until her husband wrapped his arms around her and gently picked her up. With the numb feeling that had build up from the hours of crying and silence, she didn't react immediately. Eijiro lifted his wife and carried her out into the living room. He wanted her to have a change of scenery. Thinking it might help her. And it did. He set her down on the couch and knelt down to her eye level to see her eyes now a dull color and cheeks stained from tears. The more Y/N's husband stared at her in this state, the more he cried himself. Upon seeing her love upset, her first instinct was to hold him. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her head into his shoulder. Eijiro's eyes widened but quickly composed himself to return his hold on her.
"I-"
"Shhhh...."
Eijiro interrupted Y/N. She was going to apologize again, and he knew it. He didn't want to hear her blame herself. In truth, there really wasn't anyone to blame. And with the comfort of her husband, him gently stroking her back, made her cry again. But this time, it wasn't wholly on the loss of her child. But part of her tears was of relief that her husband was in her arms.
Yes, the loss was heavy on both parents, but knowing that they have each other, makes the weight just a little tiny bit lighter.
➜✉ Actions speak louder than words. Hope you enjoyed this one-shot despite the sadness and thank you so much for reading!
Soo, this is an angsty Kirishima x reader drabble I wrote.
Here the reader is called to the hospital after Kiri's fight with Rappa left him severely injured. While he was assisting in Eri's rescue.
GN reader
Reader's quirk : unknown
Tw: wounds and bandages
This is my first fic ever and I hope you all like itt <333
The cold air of the hospital hits your face as you walk into the building. The alarmed calling of your name, grief stained faces staring, guilt like an ugly monster clawing at their hearts; with its overwhelming burden upon their shoulders.
None could meet your vacant eyes.
Even the Symbol of Peace looked insanely human, his signature smile long gone not leaving a trace.
Your eyes were on fire, boring into your skull but not a single drop escaped the rims. It seemed that you were no longer human. No longer capable of emotions.
Storms raging within you but not even the shadows reached your face.
Amongst the chaos of the room you felt like you were drowning. Your heart beating in your ears
One...
Two...
Three...
You counted as you felt a hand over your shoulder. It led you to a brightly lit room, you sighed internally, biting your lip. You would have to see it all.
The lights wouldn't take it easy on you. There was no escaping.
One...
Two...
Three...
You walked over to the frail hospital ward bed. It was white; you knew the colour well. He would bring you white flowers every week.
It seemed a pretty colour then but now all you could see in it was the ghastly numbness and pain.
There he was; your beloved, lying on the bed covered from head to toe in bandages again white.
Bright red hair peeking.
One...
Two...
Three...
You counted when at last you felt a warm trickle run down your face. The familiar numbness finally leaving you as sobs racked your body.
You felt more human then ever. Your heartbeat leaving your ears.
He fluttered his eyes open. The dazzling smile returning to his countenance, the only thing familiar to you.
The same infectious smile which could even blind the sun; you couldn't help but smile back as your hand brushed against his bandaged cheek which was now moist.
Them with a S/o That Gets Into Fights || Kirishima and Bakugou
Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2
↠Author’s Note: Hi I'm not dead (yet) lol- JJ <3
↠Characters: Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
↠Summary: Them with a partner who gets into fights a lot
↠Genre: Fluff angst idk??
↠Word Count: 440
↠Warnings: Fighting
↠Notes: I didn't feel like finding my character divider things so suck it up-
Eijiro Kirishima
He’s a lil’ concerned but he’ll support you, he absolutely hates seeing you get hurt though so if he gets scared that you will then he’ll butt in and stop the fight
Other than that, he’s pretty chill about it though, he will try to talk you out of it if you say you’re going to fight someone though
“I’ll be back later, I gotta kick a bitch’s ass”
“Or you could stay home with me and binge watch your favorite show-”
If that doesn’t work then he’ll come with you to spectate
He’s so proud of you after you win a fight though, he’ll take you to get ice cream then thoroughly inspect you for bruises and/or marks
If you happen to lose/get badly injured then this boy is all over you, he’s got bandages, wound cleanser, wraps, literally anything you might need to get yourself all better afterwards
It’s rare for him to get pissed and actually want you to fight someone but this one time a hoe would not quit running her mouth, so he told you to, and I quote, “Beat that bitch’s ugly ass the fuck up”
And that’s exactly what you did, and he was so so so so proud of you afterwards, he praised you so much
Overall he’s okay with it, he just wants you safe and healthy
Katsuki Bakugou
It’s honestly what made him notice you in the first place, he was visiting the local highschool for quirkless people with class 1-A and he watched you kick a bitch’s ass during lunch for insulting your friend and ever since then he was obsessed with you
He turned to one of the kid’s from the school, “Hey, you, who the fuck is she?”
“Oh, her? That’s Y/n L/n, she gets into a fight at least once a week, surprised she isn’t expelled yet.”
After a bit of researching, he found your socials and followed you on them, and you followed him back, immediately sending him a message
Y/n <3: Hey you’re that hot-headed guy that almost killed all your friends in front of my entire school, right?
And that was the start of your relationship
You two fit together so perfectly, he loved watching you beat hoes up
He knows you can handle your own but he will step in if it gets really really bad and he thinks you need to stop
He’ll hype you up so much during the fight, telling you what to do, where to hit, etc.
I think he’d honestly be the best match for you if you get into fights a lot
I gotchu with a Kiri request for your 1k event 😎 prompt 15, 31, and 44. I thought that would be a cute combination. Lots of fluff, possibly slight angst in the midst?
↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 15, 31, and 44
↠15. “Will you marry me?” “*name*, that’s a ring pop.”
↠31. “Do you see a future with me?”
↠44. “Pay attention to me.”
↠Author’s Note: Thank you 😎 This isn’t as fluffy as I wanted it to be, but I hope you still like it! Ty for requesting! I also went overboard again and made it over 1k words, but we’re going to pretend like I didn’t. -Danielle <3
↠Genre: Angst to fluff
↠Word Count: 1.1k
↠Notes/Warnings: Reader could be seen as overdramatic, depending on what type of person you are
“Hey Kiri?” You asked one night, as you were sitting on the bed and he was playing a video game on his console. He had been playing for the last four hours, and you were sort of getting bored, causing you to start thinking about things.
“Hm?” He asked, not really paying much attention as he continued to play the game. You don’t know why you felt the sudden urge to ask him the question at that moment, but you did.
“Do you see a future with me?”
“Sure, babe,” Kirishima replied, but you knew that he didn’t really listen to what you were saying or think about it. You frowned at this and decided to tell him how you felt about his response.
“Kiri, can-” You were interrupted by his loud shouts to the screen. After that, you sighed, before going back to playing on your phone, deciding to drop the subject. You knew that he didn’t mean to brush you off like that, he was just focused. Kirishima would never do that to you on purpose, right?
You kept repeating that to yourself as you drowned out the noise of Kirishima getting mad at his video game. Eventually you settled on a solution to the small problem, you’d show him how it feels to be ignored. Maybe you were being a little over dramatic, and maybe you should have given him the benefit of the doubt, but at that moment, you didn’t care. You didn’t think it was right for him to brush off a serious question like that.
The rest of the night went how it always did when you stayed over at Kirishima’s. Eventually he got bored of playing video games, and decided he’d rather cuddle and watch a movie with you.
“Wanna watch a movie, babe?” Kirishima asked, after leaning down and turning off his console.
“Sure,” you replied, and Kirishima smiled, before sitting on the bed next to you. He waited for a few moments, expecting you to crawl into his arms, or at the very least cuddle up to his side. But you didn’t instead, you sat beside him, waiting for him to do something.
“Um, babe?” Kirishima questioned, “Aren’t you gonna cuddle with me?”
“Mm, no, I don’t really feel like it,” you replied, “Can I have the remote?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” Kirishima replied, grabbing it and handing it to you. You took it and went through the movies, purposely picking one that you liked but Kirishima didn’t. Kirishima didn’t pay any attention to the movie that night, he just stared at you, trying to decipher what the issue was and why you were suddenly being so mean to him. He almost said something about it later that night, when you two went to sleep and you still didn’t cuddle with him, but he chose to keep his mouth closed. He didn’t think he did anything wrong, what could he have done? He’s been playing video games for the past few hours, there was no reason to be mad at him...right?
The next day went the same as it normally did, minus a few things. Minus the good morning cuddles, and holding hands while walking to class, as well as forehead kisses, cheek kisses, and just kisses in general. Every time Kirishima went in for one, you swerved out of the way and left.
The two of you ended up in the kitchen together. You were standing in front of the counter, waiting for your food to finish cooking in the oven when Kirishima got an idea. He grabbed something from the glass candy bowl that Momo decided to put on the counter, before quickly opening it and kneeling down in front of you. You had only meant to glance at him but you did a double take when you saw him.
“What are you doing-”
“Will you marry me?”
“Kirishima, that’s a ring pop.”
“Okay, my question still stands,” he replied, giving you a smile. Your heart almost melted at how cute he looked when he smiled. That was something that you couldn’t ignore, no matter how mad you were, that his smile was adorable.
You just rolled your eyes in response and turned away, looking back to your phone. Now that, that hurt, Kirishima frowned and stood up, placing the ring pop back into the wrapping. He reached forward and took your phone from your hands. You looked over at him and went to make some rude comeback when you saw the look on his face. The look of heartbreak and hurt.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice unusually quiet and upset.
“N-Nothing,” you quickly responded, looking back to the stove.
“Y/n, I know that’s a lie,” Kirishima said, frowning, “You’ve been acting weird ever since last night. Did I do something? If I did I’m sorry, but just please, pay attention to me.”
“Why would I pay attention to you when you don’t pay attention to me?” You asked, causing Kirishima to grow even more confused.
“What? What are you talking about? I hung out with you all last night. You’re the one who refused to cuddle with me!”
“It doesn’t count as ‘hanging out’ if you don’t even talk to me,” you replied, “It’s fine, though. I’ll get over it.”
“No, it’s not fine, did I ignore something you said or something? I didn’t mean to, I was just really focused, but if I did, then I’m really sorry,” Kirishima explained, “Ask me the question again? If it was a question. Just repeat whatever it was, please.” You sighed, before responding.
“Fine, I asked if you saw a future with me,” you replied, “And you brushed me off with a ‘sure, babe’, as if that’s a good answer to that question.”
“Babe, I’m so sorry!” Kirishima exclaimed, causing you to meet his eyes again. You could tell that he was sorry, just from the look on his face, “I’m really sorry, baby. Of course, I do. In fact, I can’t imagine a future without you in it. Trust me, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled at his response.
“Thank you, Kiri. Sorry, I got mad. You just hurt my feelings,” you explained.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay that you got mad. I shouldn’t have brushed off a serious question like that,” Kirishima said, “Now, is it alright if I kiss you? Or do I have to go and get you flowers before I get that privilege back?”
“Hmm, flowers do sound nice,” you said, and Kirishima went to leave the room to go get you some but you grabbed his wrist and tugged him back towards you, “I was kidding, you dork. Of course you can kiss me.”
HELLO <3 you asked for a Kirishima request for your 1k event, so here it is! Prompt 13, 24, and 42 with Kiri 🥰 if you can. CONGRATS ON 1K AGAIN THO. I’ve said it 2 other times already HDNDJDNS but I mean it! I know it must be a great feeling knowing that over 1k people out there in the world are reading your writing. Now let’s get you to 2k 😌
↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 13, 24, and 42
↠13. “Would a hug help?”
↠24. “What do they have that I don’t?”
↠42. “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”
↠Author’s Note: In the story I replaced ‘do they’ with ‘does she’ so it made more sense to the story. Also these are only meant to be 1k and under but I went a little overboard, so have this anyway. Ty for requesting! I hope you like this! Also, ty it is pretty nice know 1k people read my work (rn its around 1,150, so ty you guys). Thanks for all the support! :) -Danielle <3
↠Genre: Angst to fluff
↠Word Count: 1.1k
↠Notes/Warnings: Insecurities, jealousy
“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”
It took a few seconds for you to process the question, but once you did your head perked up at the question, since you were shivering, and you almost answered but then you realized Kirishima wasn’t talking to you. He was talking to Mina. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take.
Mina and Kirishima were just friends, they had said it multiple times and made it clear to multiple people, yet, you couldn’t see it that way. It most likely had to do with the fact that you had a major crush on Kirishima, and you could only ever see anybody close to him as competition.
“No, I’m good, thanks though,” Mina replied, continuing to run her hands up and down her arms. The three of you were going out for a walk around U.A., like you always did on pretty nights. You all would walk to this spot in the woods that gave you a perfect view of the moon and stars.
“Hey, guys,” you said, suddenly, stopping your steps. At the sound of your voice, Mina and Kirishima stopped as well, both looking back at you, “I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go back to the dorms.”
You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t sit there and watch Kirishima and Mina act like a couple for any longer.
“Wait, why-” Kirishima was cut off by you turning and walking away, leaving behind two very confused heroes in training, “I’m going to go check on them.”
“Give them a minute,” Mina replied, frowning at your form as you walked away, “You can go check on them in a bit, they might need some time to cry it out or calm down.”
“Alright, fine,” Kirishima replied, frowning. It took every bone in his body not to chase after you and try to comfort you, but Mina was right, you probably needed a minute.
You returned to your dorm and immediately after entering, you closed the door, before falling onto the bed and finally allowing your tears to flow free. You couldn’t help but feel that there was something wrong with you. What other explanation is there for Kirishima liking Mina more than you? You had to be the problem. But if Kirishima was in love with Mina then there was nothing you could do about it.
You continued to sob into your pillow, and after a while, you heard a few faint knocks on your door.
“What?” You asked, your voice hoarse from sobbing.
“It’s me,” Kirishima replied, “I brought you some water and a snack.”
“I’m not hungry or thirsty,” you replied, going to bury your head deeper into the pillow in front of you.
“Alright, then would a hug help? Or do you want to talk about it with me?” Kirishima asked, and you sighed before answering.
“You can come in,” at your permission, Kirishima stepped into your dorm. You kept your head buried in the pillow, not wanting him to see your face at the moment.
“I’m not sure how to help, but I-”
“What does she have that I don’t?”
“W-What?” Kirishima asked, confused, “Who?”
“Mina,” you replied, “What does she have that I don’t?”
“What are you talking about?” Kirishima asked, his brows furrowing.
“Why do you love her so much?” You asked.
“What? I don’t love Mina. Well, I mean, I do, but not in that way. She’s one of my best friends, of course I love her. But why are you asking what she has that you don’t? What are you implying?”
“Sorry, I should of been more clear, let me rephrase. Why do you love Mina and not me?” You asked, finally lifting your head from the pillow to look at Kirishima. Kirishima was pretty sure his heart broke in two at the heartbroken look on your face, as well as your state in general. He had let you be for a solid fifteen minutes and your eyes were already red and puffy, and your cheeks were covered in tear stains.
“Why would you ask that?” Kirishima asked, frowning, “What did I do to make it seem like I don’t love you? Because I do.”
“Maybe, but you don’t love me like you love her.”
“No, you’re right, I don’t,” Kirishima replied, but he meant something different than you did, but since you didn’t know that, your heart pretty much broke at his words, “I don’t love you like I love Mina.”
“Yeah, I know-”
“Because, while I love Mina, she’s just a friend, that’s all she’ll ever be to me. But you,” Kirishima said, gently reaching forward and running his thumb along your cheek to wipe away any fresh tears, “You, I’m in love with. I’m not in love with Mina, Y/n, I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry if my actions convinced you otherwise.”
“But you always offer her your coat, and you-”
“Is that what this is about?” Kirishima interrupted you once again, “You’re upset because I asked Mina if she wanted my jacket, but not you?”
“Maybe,” you replied, shrugging and turning your stare to the bed sheets underneath you, not wanting to look Kirishima in the eye.
“I was talking to you, you know,” Kirishima said, and at that you returned your gaze to him.
“What? But Mina answered you, you were clearly talking to her,” you said, “You don’t have to pretend you were talking to me to make me feel better.”
“I’m not pretending!” Kirishima blurted out, startling you, “Sorry, but I don’t like being accused of lying, you know I’m not like that. The question was originally intended for you, but you didn’t answer right away so I assumed you ignored me, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I pretended I was talking to Mina. You can even ask her, I looked back at you, and you were staring at the sidewalk, so I assumed you were ignoring me.”
“So, it was all a big misunderstanding?” You asked, looking up at him and he nodded.
“Yup,” Kirishima replied, “I’m just glad we got that cleared up. Now, since you were jealous of me and Mina, does that mean that you like me?” You felt your cheeks heat up at the question.
“What gave me away?” You jokingly questioned.
“Hmm, not sure,” Kirishima replied, giving you a small smile, before cupping your face and leaning in, before giving you a kiss on the lips.
“I love you,” Kirishima whispered, the second your lips disconnected.
