Pairing: not a reader insert just some Eri x Big Three fluff :p
Genre: tooth-rotting fluff <3
Warnings: fireworks? ye that’s it
WC: 1.2k
Summary: The Big Three unite to give Eri the ultimate New Year’s experience.
(A/N): tooth-rotting fluff i had so much fun writing this and i’m actually like lowkey proud of this so ye
6: “Just one? Please?”
“What’s wrong?” Mirio looked at Eri’s face in concern. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and her mouth was set in a tiny little pout.
“Eri?” He prodded gently. “Eri, what’s wrong?”
Eri shifted slightly and brought her arms up, wrapping them around her knees. Hunching forward and resting her face in between her legs, she mumbled something that Mirio missed.
“What was that?” Mirio crouched down on the floor next to the couch so he could get a better look at her face.
“I…I don’t like that sound,” Eri whimpered, curling into herself even more than before. Mirio frowned.
“The fireworks? Eri, do you not like the fireworks?” He asked softly, concern laced in his voice.
“They’re…they’re loud…” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Like…like the things he…he used to fire.” She sniffled.
Mirio knew exactly who Eri was talking about. Scooping her up, he marched into the kitchen and set her down on the counter.
“Tamaki made cookies!” He took a tray out of the refrigerator. Putting some on a plate, he placed it on the counter. Eri eagerly snatched one up and it took one bite for a smile to reappear on her face.
“Mph—theshe are sho good!” She mumbled through a mouthful of cookie. Mirio smiled. He loved to see her happy. Quickly taking out two glasses from the kitchen cabinets, he warmed up some milk. As they munched on cookies and drank warm milk, Tamaki walked in. He did a double take when he saw what they were eating.
“N-no! Mirio!” He leapt forward and swiped the plate of cookies off of the counter. “Those…those weren’t finished!”
“Hmm?” Mirio kept chewing, undeterred. “They tashte fine to me,” he popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth.
Eri looked at him questioningly, her small hand still holding a cookie. She looked at him, then at the cookie, then back at him again. Taking her other hand, she pried the cookie apart.
“It looks baked?” She asked, confused. “That means it’s done, right?”
Tamaki sighed. “Uh, yeah, they’re…they’re baked. But I had to wait for them to cool down to put frosting on them.”
“Oh.” Eri looked at her cookie again. Slowly taking a piece, she stuffed it into her mouth once more. “Thatsh fine,” she said, munching. “It tashtes good like thish.”
“Uh…okay then,” Tamaki turned to leave, then stopped. “Why were you guys eating my cookies anyways? Mirio, didn’t I tell you that I would take you guys some when I was finished?”
Mirio stopped chewing, then quickly swallowed before answering. “Oh yeah. Eri said that she didn’t like all the noise the fireworks were causing, so I gave her some cookies to take her mind off of it. They looked good, so I ate some too!” He quickly flashed a thumbs-up before taking the plate back from Tamaki and setting it in front of Eri again.
“Oh. Well, Eri, have you…have you actually seen a firework before?” Tamaki fiddled with his thumbs. “You know…they’re rather pretty, if you ignore the noise and all that.”
Eri paused. She had yet to actually see it, but the noise frightened her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“No,” she said in a small voice. “No, I haven’t. Are they really, Mirio? Pretty, like Tama-san says?”
Mirio grinned. “Yeah! They are! Do you wanna go see?”
“Erm…yeah, I think I’d like to,” Eri smiled softly.
“Come on, let’s grab Neijire too!” Mirio cleaned up the counter and grabbed his winter gear. “It’s prettier outside,” he explained to Eri. “You should grab your boots too, and that new coat Aizawa-sensei brought the other day!”
Tamaki quickly sent a text to Neijire and went upstairs to change out of his pajamas. They’re so much work, he thought. So much energy to keep up with. But Eri…how could you say no?
Outside, Mirio held Eri in his lap, sitting on a bench while they waited for Neijire and Tamaki to join them.
Above them, the sky was painted with bursts of color. Splashes of red dotted the night one moment, then a flurry of golden sparkles followed. A large burst of green flames shot up into the sky, quickly trailed by a succession of bright blue flares, twinkling and fading into the darkness.
Eri was in awe. How could there be so many different colors in the sky? Mesmerized, she gazed upwards at the display with wide eyes.
“Do you like it?” Mirio lightly nudged her with his shoulder. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Eri sighed dreamily. “It’s…it’s more than pretty,” she breathed out quietly. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”
Just then, Neijire and Tamaki stepped onto the porch, bundled up in their winter gear.
“Do you like it?” Neijire bounced over to where Eri sat, crouching down in front of her. “Isn’t it just gorgeous?”
“What does gorgeous mean?” Eri’s eyebrows scrunched up in a confused expression.
Neijire laughed, a pretty tinkling sound. “It means beautiful, Eri.” She twirled around, causing the hem of her jacket to spin up. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head.
“Hey, Eri,” she held a finger up and pointed to the sky. “What do you say, do you want to see it from closer?”
“Cl…closer?” Eri was shocked. “Wouldn’t…wouldn’t that hurt us?”
Mirio booped her on the nose. “No! As long as you don’t fly into the explosions themselves!”
Neijire held her hands in front of her chest and looked at Eri with pleading eyes. “Please, Eri? Just one? I promise I won’t let anything hurt you!”
Eri thought about it for a moment, then nodded cautiously. “As…as long as I get to play with your hair afterwards, Neiji-san!” She stood up tentatively.
“Alright!” Neijire clapped her hands in childish delight. “Hop on my back! Hold onto my neck, okay?”
Eri did what she was told. Wrapping her small arms around Neijire’s neck, she took the extra precaution to wrap her small legs around the larger girl’s waist. This reminds me of that time I rode on Deku-san’s back, she thought back to when a certain green-haired boy had saved her. Maybe this won’t be so scary after all.
“Woohoo!” Neijire blasted off into the air, palms surging with energy. “Look, Eri! We’re flying! Isn’t that awesome?”
Looking out towards the skyscape, Eri suddenly felt like the world was huge. She was but a little dot, a small blip, riding on Neijire’s back, and she felt as if she could see the whole world from her position.
“Neiji-san,” she pointed to a bright star in the distance. “Look, it’s coming closer!”
“Yeah, it is!” The star rapidly grew brighter and brighter, until it shot past their heads and into the night sky. Fading out briefly, it abruptly exploded in a shower of golden dust against an indigo backdrop.
“Woah…” Eri breathed. “That was…what was that word again?”
Neijire smiled softly. “Gorgeous, Eri. It was gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous,” Eri whispered. “Yeah…that was gorgeous.”
She was glad she had decided to try something new tonight.
I reeeeeeally want to see something fluffy with "Just one please" and Eri
heyo look at me being productive :p i loveeedddd this request!!! fluffy eri 🥺 it’s not really like...a reader insert, but...i’m actually kind of proud of this so...yeah :p
i hope you enjoy!! *mwah*
6: “Just one? Please?”
Character: Eri
“What’s wrong?” Mirio looked at Eri’s face in concern. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and her mouth was set in a tiny little pout.
“Eri?” He prodded gently. “Eri, what’s wrong?”
Eri shifted slightly and brought her arms up, wrapping them around her knees. Hunching forward and resting her face in between her legs, she mumbled something that Mirio missed.
“What was that?” Mirio crouched down on the floor next to the couch so he could get a better look at her face.
“I…I don’t like that sound,” Eri whimpered, curling into herself even more than before. Mirio frowned.
“The fireworks? Eri, do you not like the fireworks?” He asked softly, concern laced in his voice.
“They’re…they’re loud…” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Like…like the things he…he used to fire.” She sniffled.
Mirio knew exactly who Eri was talking about. Scooping her up, he marched into the kitchen and set her down on the counter.
“Tamaki made cookies!” He took a tray out of the refrigerator. Putting some on a plate, he placed it on the counter. Eri eagerly snatched one up and it took one bite for a smile to reappear on her face.
“Mph—theshe are sho good!” She mumbled through a mouthful of cookie. Mirio smiled. He loved to see her happy. Quickly taking out two glasses from the kitchen cabinets, he warmed up some milk. As they munched on cookies and drank warm milk, Tamaki walked in. He did a double take when he saw what they were eating.
“N-no! Mirio!” He leapt forward and swiped the plate of cookies off of the counter. “Those…those weren’t finished!”
“Hmm?” Mirio kept chewing, undeterred. “They tashte fine to me,” he popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth.
Eri looked at him questioningly, her small hand still holding a cookie. She looked at him, then at the cookie, then back at him again. Taking her other hand, she pried the cookie apart.
“It looks baked?” She asked, confused. “That means it’s done, right?”
Tamaki sighed. “Uh, yeah, they’re…they’re baked. But I had to wait for them to cool down to put frosting on them.”
“Oh.” Eri looked at her cookie again. Slowly taking a piece, she stuffed it into her mouth once more. “Thatsh fine,” she said, munching. “It tashtes good like thish.”
“Uh…okay then,” Tamaki turned to leave, then stopped. “Why were you guys eating my cookies anyways? Mirio, didn’t I tell you that I would take you guys some when I was finished?”
Mirio stopped chewing, then quickly swallowed before answering. “Oh yeah. Eri said that she didn’t like all the noise the fireworks were causing, so I gave her some cookies to take her mind off of it. They looked good, so I ate some too!” He quickly flashed a thumbs-up before taking the plate back from Tamaki and setting it in front of Eri again.
“Oh. Well, Eri, have you…have you actually seen a firework before?” Tamaki fiddled with his thumbs. “You know…they’re rather pretty, if you ignore the noise and all that.”
Eri paused. She had yet to actually see it, but the noise frightened her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“No,” she said in a small voice. “No, I haven’t. Are they really, Mirio? Pretty, like Tama-san says?”
Mirio grinned. “Yeah! They are! Do you wanna go see?”
“Erm…yeah, I think I’d like to,” Eri smiled softly.
“Come on, let’s grab Neijire too!” Mirio cleaned up the counter and grabbed his winter gear. “It’s prettier outside,” he explained to Eri. “You should grab your boots too, and that new coat Aizawa-sensei brought the other day!”
Tamaki quickly sent a text to Neijire and went upstairs to change out of his pajamas. They’re so much work, he thought. So much energy to keep up with. But Eri…how could you say no?
Outside, Mirio held Eri in his lap, sitting on a bench while they waited for Neijire and Tamaki to join them.
Above them, the sky was painted with bursts of color. Splashes of red dotted the night one moment, then a flurry of golden sparkles followed. A large burst of green flames shot up into the sky, quickly trailed by a succession of bright blue flares, twinkling and fading into the darkness.
Eri was in awe. How could there be so many different colors in the sky? Mesmerized, she gazed upwards at the display with wide eyes.
“Do you like it?” Mirio lightly nudged her with his shoulder. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Eri sighed dreamily. “It’s…it’s more than pretty,” she breathed out quietly. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”
Just then, Neijire and Tamaki stepped onto the porch, bundled up in their winter gear.
“Do you like it?” Neijire bounced over to where Eri sat, crouching down in front of her. “Isn’t it just gorgeous?”
“What does gorgeous mean?” Eri’s eyebrows scrunched up in a confused expression.
Neijire laughed, a pretty tinkling sound. “It means beautiful, Eri.” She twirled around, causing the hem of her jacket to spin up. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head.
“Hey, Eri,” she held a finger up and pointed to the sky. “What do you say, do you want to see it from closer?”
“Cl…closer?” Eri was shocked. “Wouldn’t…wouldn’t that hurt us?”
Mirio booped her on the nose. “No! As long as you don’t fly into the explosions themselves!”
Neijire held her hands in front of her chest and looked at Eri with pleading eyes. “Please, Eri? Just one? I promise I won’t let anything hurt you!”
Eri thought about it for a moment, then nodded cautiously. “As…as long as I get to play with your hair afterwards, Neiji-san!” She stood up tentatively.
“Alright!” Neijire clapped her hands in childish delight. “Hop on my back! Hold onto my neck, okay?”
Eri did what she was told. Wrapping her small arms around Neijire’s neck, she took the extra precaution to wrap her small legs around the larger girl’s waist. This reminds me of that time I rode on Deku-san’s back, she thought back to when a certain green-haired boy had saved her. Maybe this won’t be so scary after all.
“Woohoo!” Neijire blasted off into the air, palms surging with energy. “Look, Eri! We’re flying! Isn’t that awesome?”
Looking out towards the skyscape, Eri suddenly felt like the world was huge. She was but a little dot, a small blip, riding on Neijire’s back, and she felt as if she could see the whole world from her position.
“Neiji-san,” she pointed to a bright star in the distance. “Look, it’s coming closer!”
“Yeah, it is!” The star rapidly grew brighter and brighter, until it shot past their heads and into the night sky. Fading out briefly, it abruptly exploded in a shower of golden dust against an indigo backdrop.
“Woah…” Eri breathed. “That was…what was that word again?”
Neijire smiled softly. “Gorgeous, Eri. It was gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous,” Eri whispered. “Yeah…that was gorgeous.”
She was glad she had decided to try something new tonight.
