HII!! hope you're having a wonderful day, I'd like to request for all of the MHA boys you got (although Denki especially cause I love himm) SMAU where it's readers little sibling texting them on readers phone.
Whether they, the boys, know about the little sibling and have met them is totally up to you-- buttt they Lowkey want to talk to the boys because they think they're cool and stuff or they're just bored😭😭🤭
WHO GAVE YOU MY PHONE?
In which you make the mistake of leaving your phone unattended and your little sibling decides your boyfriend is much more interesting than whatever they were supposed to be doing.
He almost bursts out laughing at your expression of furrowed eyebrows but holds himself back when you scrunch your nose up at him.
Cute. He thinks.
He hums while inspecting the finger on which you slided the little ring on, a little torn and crumpled from the amount of times you had to redo it 'cause the tutorial video was going too fast but pretty nonetheless.
"Is this your way of proposing marriage to me?"
"I don't know, is it?"
Its your turn to laugh now from the comical way the smile from his face falls, his eyes frantically searching your serious expression, a facade you were finding hard to maintain right now. God, it really is fun to toy with him.
"Wait, what?!"
"I was joking." He lets out a little sigh of "oh thank god" under his breath. A sigh he regrets letting out when he hears your voice again, "oh so, you wouldn't wanna marry me?"
"What? No! I- I never said that"
"The "oh thank god" tells me otherwise"
He panics again when you raise your eyebrow at him in question, hands starting to sweat- did somebody turn the heater on? He's sure he turned it off a while ago-
Laughter cracks through the tense air as he turns to you on the floor, clutching your middle, slight tears in your eyes and a smile makes its way on his face without even thinking.
"You're a big meanie, you know that?" His smile grows when he doesn't get a response from you, only more laughter. "For the record, I would marry you in a heartbeat "
You wipe the tears from your eyes, laughter slowly dying as remnants of a smile remain etched on your face, "oh yeah, I know"
He doesn't take the paper ring off until it tears and falls from his finger and soon, another replaces it when he tells you to make him more of them.
- Gojo Saturo, Yuta Okkotsu (jjk) ; Simeon, Satan (Obey Me!) ; Hawks, Ejirou Kirishima (bnha) ; Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson (stranger things) + anyone else you want
i loved your bakugo headcanons omg, the joy i feel when someone writes for characters and actually includes their canonical personalities lol idk if you write for any other characters, if you don't then you can just ignore this, but if you do then could you write similar relationship headcanons for Kirishima or Shinso? :3
hi! im so glad you enjoyed my Bakugou headcannons! I hope this kirishima one fits to your liking! sending lots of love <33
i definitely think kirishima first ends up seeing you talking to mina on a random day. you and her are just talking about dance when you two are suddenly interrupted by the outgoing redhead inquiring about who you are.
he suddenly realizes that you had went to junior high with them but had never really hung out with the popular group due to having a close circle of friends- one of whom is mina.
"actually? I never saw you..!" he chuckled rubbing his neck with a slight blush, you just wave it off with a quick smile, "nah dont worry bout it.."
well fuck... now at least kirishima knows what exactly he likes the most about you. your gut wrenching, heart pumping, adorable ass smile.
would immediately try and get mina to help him out with you in every. single. way.
"mina, whats her favorite color? And chocolate? To add to that thought- flowers as well. god mina I sound desperate!"
poor baby is so whipped for you he actually cant even manage to hide it in front of you.
kirishimas the type of person to rant to his friends about you with absolutely no knowledge about his surroundings. so much so that he doesnt realize you can hear him occasionally..
do you mind? of course not! its not like you dont have a small- okay fine. major thing for the red head as well...
"kiriiiii..!" groans mina, "stop obsessing over her and just confess goddamnt!" she exclaims frustrated while throwing her hands in the air.
"tell who what?" you grin overhearing their conversation.
you look at the two confused before mina starts, "you see y/n, kirishima here has a-" until you see a hand slapped over her mouth.
"nothing!" grins kirishima quickly. you nod slowly before you see mina side eyeing him with a knowing glance. "fine.." sighs kirishima dropping his hands.
"as i was saying.. our little man over here has a fat crush on you" she says nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. you immediately break out a shit eating grin, "oh- yeah i kinda know.. he isnt very good at hiding things..." you chuckle.
"why didnt you say anything!" whines kirishima, "you couldve saved me so much time and effort!" completely forgetting that you hadnt given an answer to his confession.
"because i thought it was cute.." you admit with slightly flushed cheeks. you look away to avoid making eye contact before you feel kirishimas hands wrapping around your torso.
"so you like me back then right? please say that means you like me back.." he exclaims happily into your neck.
you just smile and wrap your arms back around him to give him his answer.
Hii I’ve just recently started reading some of your MHA stories and they are so sweet and my kind of story’s that give me comfort.
so I was wondering if you could maybe do a story SFW about eijiuro (sorry if I spelt that wrong!) kirishima x teen!reader getting injured by a villain when UA got attacked and while training, and reader had multiple wounds on them and Aizawa blamed himself cause he couldn’t help his student but kirishima didn’t come out his dorm room for days (blaming himself for letting you get hurt) and the Baku squad was worried about him and when Aizawa went to kirishimas dorm to tell him news about readers state he didn’t spent one second away, he rushed there immediately.
Thank you!!!!!
I love this idea so much! Getting and writing requests always makes me so happy! (Requests are open!)
I did shift it just a little, I hope you don't mind:(
Eijiro Kirishima × Reader
"No one to blame"
Masterlist
Quirk: Plant creation and manipulation
From the very beginning, it was clear that Aizawa was against the idea of letting students fight this battle. He never said it outright, but the tension in his voice and the heaviness in his eyes spoke volumes. It was what worried everyone the most. Despite his resistance, time and time again, Class 1-A was pushed into the line of fire—and this time felt different. The weight of it lingered in the air like a storm about to break. Everyone was on edge, waiting.
Your childhood best friend—now your boyfriend—was especially tense, though he’d never admit it. Too stubborn to voice his fear, but not good at hiding it either. You felt it in the way he gripped your hand just a little tighter than usual. The way his arm lingered around you longer than it needed to during the ride into the city. His silence was louder than any words.
The battle was chaos, but everyone fought with everything they had. Miraculously, from what you could tell, no one had been seriously injured—yet. Aizawa moved like a shadow on the battlefield, his sharp eyes locked onto the main villain. But even while fighting, you could see it—he was splitting his focus, constantly checking on his students. Worry carved deep lines into his face.
That’s when he saw you—holding strong, pushing yourself to the limit as you struggled to hold back an enemy with everything you had left. He glanced away for just a second, maybe out of guilt, maybe just to stop himself from watching one of his own get hurt. And in that heartbeat, another villain came for you from the side.
“Y/N!” Eijiro’s voice rang out like a warning bell.
You turned your head just in time to see the second villain. Too late to dodge. The hit threw you off your feet, and you felt the world tilt. The air ripped past you, and then—
Nothing.
Just voices, muffled and panicked. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around you mid-fall. Eijiro. His hands shook as he held your limp body, your head against his chest, your breathing shallow.
You could barely open your eyes, barely hear anything clearly, but you heard his voice, trembling and desperate. “Stay with me, okay? I’ve got you.”
Everything went fuzzy after that. Hours—or maybe minutes—blurred together. When you next opened your eyes, the sharp scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of machines surrounded you. The infirmary. You blinked, trying to piece everything back together.
Beside you, slumped in a chair, was Aizawa. He looked exhausted, one hand holding a clipboard, the other resting near yours. You shifted slightly, groaning at the soreness, and he stirred immediately.
“Hey, don’t move. You’ve got stitches and bruising everywhere,” he said, his voice low but steady. He didn’t leave your side, not once. Every time you drifted back into sleep, he was there when you woke again.
It was during one of those waking moments, the fifth or sixth maybe, that you finally managed to speak. “Eji—” your voice cracked before you could finish. Aizawa’s expression tightened.
“He’s okay,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. “Everyone made it back. Including him.” His tone was calm, but the guilt bled through the cracks.
You looked at him, seeing it plainly in his eyes. He blamed himself. You reached out weakly, brushing his sleeve with trembling fingers. “Thank you, Aizawa-sensei… for staying.”
He gave you a soft, rare smile. The kind that reminded you he cared more than he ever let on.
Days passed. You were eventually cleared to return to the dorms, though still sore and healing. Your friends greeted you with cautious hugs and quiet relief—but the one person you needed to see wasn’t there.
You turned to Bakugou, who crossed his arms but didn’t scowl as sharply as usual. “Where’s Eji?” you asked.
He hesitated, his voice lower than expected. “Shitty hair’s been in his room since the mission ended. Won’t come out.” He rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled, “I’m kinda worried,” before gruffly adding, “Go knock some sense into him already.”
You made your way to his room, heart pounding, and knocked lightly.
“Go away,” his voice came through the door, hoarse and worn. “I already told you guys to drop it. It’s my fault they’re like that.”
Those words hit you harder than the villain’s attack. You hesitated, then knocked again.
“Eji… I—” your voice caught in your throat.
There was a sudden rustle inside, a click of the lock, and the door swung open.
“You—you’re okay!” Eijiro breathed, eyes red, tears clinging to his lashes. He pulled you into a hug, careful but fierce, like he couldn’t believe you were real. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve protected you. I should’ve—”
You silenced him with a kiss—gentle, soft. When you pulled back, you leaned against him, whispering, “Thanks for catching me.”
He laughed, just barely, a watery, relieved sound. He held you that night, arms wrapped around you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. And in that quiet, you finally felt safe again.
cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals
night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.
the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.
then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.
sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.
-
you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.
it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.
once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.
you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.
your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."
you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.
"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."
"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.
all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.
"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.
"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"
"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."
he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."
"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.
he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.
it was no big deal, you hoped.
-
the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.
you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.
"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.
"m'not even that tired."
"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.
he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.
"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."
"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."
he hummed, "is that even healthy?"
"don't care."
"me neither."
the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.
within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.
you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.
suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.
your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.
yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.
the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.
your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.
just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"
lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"
your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.
you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.
it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.
you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.
"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"
his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.
he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.
the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.
the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.
-
kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.
it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.
his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.
that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.
he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.
as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.
-
waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."
you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.
"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."
you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.
"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.
"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."
your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."
"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."
warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.
"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.
you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.
"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.
"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."
"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."
"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"
"you've been having nightmares?"
he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.
"we can't be together."
a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.
"what?"
"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."
"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."
he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."
your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.
"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."
he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.
"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."
he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"
"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"
he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."
Summary: Eijirou is too busy fawning over Crimson Riot.
Warnings: Swear words, Eijirou makes one kinky comment
First Chapter Ko-Fi Master List
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She’s so close. Oh my god. She’s so pretty. Those plump lips, the slight blush on her cheeks… how is he supposed to resist?
He knows Y/N said this was a date but he’s still sure she’d meant that as a joke. It was just teasing. She still called Kirishima her homoerotic buddy by the end of the day, so clearly, he’s still in the hubby zone.
He should be happy for getting a kiss on his cheeks. He should be thankful…
Okay, Y/N is clearly aiming for his lips but maybe, that’s just his wishful thinking.
He’ll just… wait it out, he guesses. He slowly closes his eyes, letting faith choose the path for him and certainly, it does; Y/N’s door opens up from the inside. Kirishima respectfully almost shits his pants.
“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage?” A cheery old man with Crimson hair crackles teasingly. “… oh. Oh!”
Well, that’s what Kirishima’s also thinking. Oh. This relic is a bit too big to fit into a box; Kirishima thinks as he looks at the man in front of him who looks 100% like Crimson Riot.
Kirishima’s also sure it’s illegal to keep people in boxes. Except if they want to be kept in a box. But why would they live in a box willingly?
“What the fuck are you doing here, Uncle?!”
Oh, it’s just her uncle. The loaded one who owns the flat. It makes sense. Crimson Riot was one of the best heroes of his era so he certainly managed to get his hands on enough money to keep him and his family well fed for as long as he lives and probably even after. Makes sense indeed.
Makes… sense.
Okay, wait. So this man, possibly Crimson Riot himself, just opened Y/N’s door and she called him her uncle. That means…
“Crimson Riot is… your uncle?!” Eijirou yells and there is a palm on his mouth the second after.
“Don’t fucking yell, you himbo!” Y/N sighs, clearly aggravated by Kirishima’s stupidity and to be honest, Kirishima is quite used to get this look every day so he doesn’t even flinch. He’s a bit dumb. He knows it. He’s okay with it. “Why the fuck are you here, uncle?! You just ruined my plans!”
“Ahh, honey, I’m sorry to say this but I’m quite sure the mood is ruined anyway so we might as well have a little chat. I’m quite sure Red Riot-kun is more than happy to tell me what does he want from my one and only niece I’m willing to kill for if I need to.”
Kirishima’s blood freezes in his veins. This is too much to take in for his little bird brain. Okay, let’s focus. One thing at a time. One thing… at a time.
“Are you really…” He lowers his voice into a whisper. “Crimson Riot?”
Y/N facepalms herself. He has no idea what he had done wrong this time. Like, bro… can you really blame him for that question? He was already all over the place thanks to the fact that he was on a not-a-date with his new favorite person and now that favorite person turns out to be Crimson Riot’s niece? Eijirou is having an out of body experience. He swears he can see his soul leaving his body as he stares at the old man he’s been worshipping for decades now.
“Yes… I was Crimson Riot when I was a hero. Now, I’m just uncle Riot. Okay, son?”
Kirishima cries manly tears. This is the best day of his life.
~•🪨•~
“So now that we are settled, can you please tell me what are your plans with my little girl?”
Uncle Riot asks. Well, that’s easy.
“I…” Nevermind. It’s not.
What are Kirishima’s plans with her? Honestly, not much. He knows he’ll never have the balls to confess to her. He knows he’s not enough for such a perfect woman anyway, so… “I like spending time with her. She’s the manliest woman I’ve ever met.”
Uncle Riot rolls his eyes and looks at Y/N questionably. She sighs.
“We were on a date and if it’s not for you he would be my boyfriend by now, so fucking thank you for the cockblock.”
Okay, what the fuck. Kirishima has no idea what’s going on and why is Y/N lying about their relationship but if that’s what she wants, he will just roll with it. He doesn’t even need to lie to be able to do that.
“To be fair, I was about to kiss her goodbye in the doorway, then you opened the door and… well… not like I mind, sir! I’m actually so thrilled to meet you, can I ask a few questions?” Kirishima rambles, embarrassment already forgotten.
“I thought you want to have some alone time?” Crimson Riot smirks knowingly but Kirishima is too excited to even think about cheeky things.
“That can wait!” He spurts out and he can’t even finish the sentence before he gets a fist in the stomach.
“Oi!” Y/N yells, clearly offended. Kirishima gives her his best apologetic face, puppy eyes and all, and Y/N only sighs at that. “Only if you stay for the night.” Y/N whispers into her ears, and oh boy, his whole face must be as red as his hair. Stay… for the night?! Like a sleepover? With the prettiest angel in the whole universe?! Kirishima is so fucked.
“Uhm… okay?”
“Good boy.” Y/N kisses his temple with a smirk and Kirishima descends to another planet. He really liked being called a good boy. Is that weird? Kinky? His little fella between his legs says it’s the latter. Oh no.
~•🪨•~
You are so done with this bozo. Yes, you said you are okay with Kirishima staying over to talk to your uncle for a while but it has been hours, you need to go to bed in a few minutes and the red headed idiot - the younger one - can’t fucking shut up. Even your uncle looks uncomfortable at this point, probably having PTSD from all the times he’s been interrogated before. Yet here is the himbo, his non-existent tail wiggling from excitement as he asks questions after questions like it’s his fucking job.
By the look of it, you’ll go to bed alone. You are actually about to cry from how disappointed you are.
“I’m going to bed. I have an early shift tomorrow.”
Your voice is so lovelorn it’s actually ridiculous.
It’s just… you had this all planned out. You wanted to kiss him in the hallway then ask him to come in, cuddle on the sofa then maybe… share the bed after. You can’t believe it’s almost midnight and none of your attempts to kiss him worked. Is he even interested in you? You really thought it’s obvious that this was a date. He gave you a ring and promised he’ll be yours, yet here is, fangirling over “fucking old man Crimson Riot” instead of being with you. It just… hurts.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” Red asks and your stupid heart almost leaps out of your chest from the pet name. Your uncle takes one good look at you and slowly makes his way to the door with an apologetic smile on his face.
“I… just remembered something. I need to go. Sorry, son! I’ll see you soon, I’m sure of it.” That stupid old man winks at you as he sneaks out of the door. There was no fucking need for that. No fucking need.
“There is spare bedding in the chest of drawers next to the sofa.” You mutter and make your way towards your bedroom and for your surprise, Eijirou doesn’t even bother to come after you.
You take a deep breath and grab your pajamas from the bed then make your way to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth. When you are done you take a peek to the sofa; Eijirou looks so fucking sad you start to feel terrible for being an absolute bitch to him just because he didn’t give you all his attention for once.
“Hey, himbo.” You half-whisper into the silence and Eijirou looks up right away.
“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry.”
Oh my fucking god, how can he be so cute?!
You move closer the sofa and crouch down in front of him. You are done with this game. Just… done.
“You’ve done nothing wrong. I just love to be in the center of attention.” You admit sheepishly, your hand caressing his cheek, because you can’t behave yourself. Eijirou melts into the touch and pushes his cheek into your palm then turns so he can leave a kiss on your fingers, slow and so-so loving it almost makes you cry.
“Crimson Riot is the only person who can steal my attention from you.” He admits, and you can’t help but giggle at that.
“That was a really backhanded compliment, Ei.” You smile as your thumb caresses the skin under his eyes. There’s a lot of tension in the air but not the unpleasant kind; it’s like you are both waiting for something, but none of you know how to actually make the first step. “So what do I need to do to gain your attention, Red?”
“Don’t tease me…” he looks down into his lap with tears in his eyes. It breaks your heart.
“Ei… I’m not teasing you.” You stroke his cheek again. You can’t help but take a peek at his pretty lips, slowly closing the remaining distance as you speak. “I want to know. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. I’m being selfish.”
“You can have all my attention. All of it.” Eijirou whispers, so close to your mouth your lips actually tingle from his breath. Fuck it. Just fuck it.
“No, it’s not enough.” You finally close the remaining distance and kiss him right on the mouth. You stay there for a few seconds, savoring the taste, the texture, the softness, then move away with your heart in your throat. You did it. Oh my god, you kissed him. And it was amazing. Oh god, you are so in love with this himbo. “Good night, hubby. See you in the morning.” You smile at his dumbstruck face. Red Riot.exe has stopped working, clearly. “I put a new toothbrush out for you. The red one is yours.” You can’t help but barge back for another little peck before you run into your room with a massive blush on your face.
It’s done. It’s official. You made your intentions clear as a day and he didn’t say no. You make a new note in your calendar for today called “anniversary” then you yell into your pillow, like a proper adult.
~•🪨•~
“So she tried to kiss you several times during your DATE.” Katsuki mutters.
“That’s not what I said!” He retorts right away but his best friend does not listen.
“Then you proposed with a ring from the vending machine and she said yes.”
“I didn’t propose!”
“Oh sorry, you told her you’ll marry her.” Katsuki looks at Kirishima with pure incredulity. “Then she invited you to her flat and told her uncle you two are a thing.”
“You are not listening, Katsuki!” Kirishima yells with a red face. “Why are we not talking about Crimson Riot?! He’s the uncle! Crimson Riot! Katsuki! Focus!”
“You focus! She fucking kissed you on the mouth TWICE, Shitty hair, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Katsuki is absolutely out his mind by now, he’s yelling like a maniac, his eyes dark and menacing, and you swear there are fresh claw marks on his desk where his hands are right now.
“She’s not my girlfriend! I swear!” He’s about to cry. What does he not understand?! Yeah, she kissed him. On the mouth. But maybe Y/N is just really affectionate with his homosexual buddies (hubbies). There are some countries where people kiss on the mouth. Or at least he thinks.
“No, she’s fucking not, because she’s your fiancé, you absolute idiot!”
“Eijirou, I love you to death but you are an absolute himbo… a himbo with a fiancé.” Katsuki’s girlfriend looks up from her paperwork. He can’t believe these two.
“She’s blood related to Crimson Riot! That’s just… inappropriate! No! I’m done with this conversation!”
“She made you a home-made fucking bento at 5 fucking AM in the morning! The carrots are fucking heart shaped!” Katsuki continues to yell, but Kirishima is done with this conversation. “HEART SHAPED, KIRISHIMA!”
No one understands him. No one.
~•🪨•~
It has been a week since you and Eijirou became a couple. You wear the ring every day, showing it off proudly, especially, when customers try to chat you up. You love how their face pale when you tell them that you are actually engaged.
He comes to see you every single morning, buys his usual coffee and gets a little kiss on his mouth as a bonus. Eijirou barely kisses back but he’s a shy boy, so that’s fine; he’ll eventually get used to it - You’ll make sure to kiss him loads on your date, and maybe by the end of the night he’ll actually kiss you back… and maybe, he’ll stay the night and kiss you even more. Ahh, a girl can dream. Eijirou has no idea how absolutely gorgeous he is but that’s why you like him so much; he makes you feel like a teenager again, naive and lovesick and well… he also makes you feel really hot in inappropriate places.
No one can blame you, though. Red Riot has the body of a god and he’s sweet and so innocent you just want to ruin him until the monster in him comes to the surface and devours you in whole, but it’s too much too soon so you try your best to behave yourself and keep the kisses chaste because there is no fucking way you will be able to stop once that kiss deepens.
It’s quite silly how stressed you are about being proper when it comes to this thing even though you are literally engaged to the guy.
Having sex after the first date? Hell no.
Getting engaged on it? Hell yes.
If this keeps going this way you’ll end up having your first night after the wedding.
Hell, maybe you’ll get eloped in a random chapel on your second date.
The weirdest thing is, that you wouldn’t even mind doing that.
You feel really silly to call something so fresh “love” but you are old enough to know the difference between a crush and pure, wholehearted affection. Eijirou is everything you’ve always wanted in life; he’s kind and genuine, a person who’s not ashamed of having emotions, who’s not ashamed to cry, to be angry, to be unapologetically himself, even if people laugh at him for being like that. He’s kind to a fault but that’s even more reason for you to stay by his side; you’ll make sure that no one can break his fragile heart, you’ll make sure he’s the happiest himbo in the whole wide world.
“I can hear the wedding bells!” Your boss teases with a smile, but you can’t even get mad at her.
