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After a rough day at work, coming home to Kirishima is always the comfort you need.
Tags: ProHero!Kirishima x Reader, domestic fluff, Kiri gives the best cuddles
w/c: 1,932
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Kirishima knew something was off when you hadn't replied to any of his messages throughout the day. He knew you were busy, especially this time of year; but you would still usually respond or at least react to his texts when you took your break. Normally, he'd be worried about your safety, but he knew that Bakugo was patrolling your district today, so even if something happened, he would have been told by now.
Early morning patrol days meant that he usually got home before you did. It gave him a chance to catch up on a few little tasks around the house and - his favorite part - it gave him the opportunity to make dinner for you. The holiday season was always hard, especially when you have a customer facing job like you did. But he loved the stories you came home with, even the not so pleasant ones.
Although... it might just be that he loved to hear you talk about your day.
He adored the soft stories you shared about your elderly customers who called you their "life-saver" and how you'd melt a little with that soft smile as you recounted the day. Or when a parent would bring their little one with them and you told him about how cute they were and the silly babbles they shared. The tales you wove about your coworkers and the little antics they would get up to, with that glint of humor in your eyes while you retold how you'd organized a minor 'rebellion' to make the temp actually do her job instead of making everyone else work harder.
That one in particular had made him so proud. To him there was almost nothing sexier than seeing you enforce a boundary.
The door to the apartment swung open with more aggression than usual, knocking against the wall while a muttered "shit" reached him in the kitchen.
The day had started out rough. First, you woke up to an empty bed, Eijiro already gone for his patrol shift. Then traffic had almost made you late, some stupid villain attack that had your route blocked for longer than usual. When you finally did get to work it seemed like everyone was walking on eggshells.
That wasn't terribly uncommon given the nature of the season. But for the most part, people had been decent... ish, this year. If anything, you'd had more problems with coworkers than customers, and that was saying something. Though, the moment you stepped out of the break room after setting your things down, you saw why everyone was being so cautious.
Your job didn't really have the standard hierarchy a lot of industries do. You had your role to fill, and your coworkers had theirs, no one really "gave orders" per say. But that didn't stop her. She was one of those that tended to be pretty hot and cold. Sometimes she was fine, friendly and fairly easy to work with.
Then there were days like today. For some reason she could not get it through her head that she didn't have the right to be ordering people around just because she didn't want to do her job.
So, when you’d asked her to move so you could help the next customer, she decided to make some stupid snippy remark.
That was what finally tipped you over the edge. You weren't about to let her treat you like crap just because of her own attitude issue, so you'd bit back, giving her two options. She could either do the job she was blocking you from doing, or go answer the phone. Both things needed to be done, and she was just being lazy anyway.
NOT TO MENTION, you weren't even supposed to work today! You could have been at home waiting for your handsome partner to get home early from patrol and be snuggled up on the couch with a drink and fuzzy blanket!
That was the one thought that kept you going throughout the day - knowing the Eiji would be home tonight and you both had tomorrow off. You'd been in such a bad mood you hadn't even realized you didn't respond to his messages, focusing solely on trying to make it through the day so you could put on your pjs and with a nice glass of whiskey.
Once you were finally home, and the door swung open harder than you'd meant to, it just felt like yet another thing to add to the crap day you had when you saw the little split in the drywall where the handle had hit.
"Shit," the muttered curse left you before you could stop it. Dropping your bags to the floor with a sigh, you’d just shut the door (more carefully this time) when a soft voice called out from the kitchen.
"Babe, you home?"
Just the sound of Eijiro's voice settled some of that heavy beast that had been prowling in your chest all day.
On quiet feet you padded deeper into the apartment, following the warm scent of food drifting throughout.
The sight you were greeted with was one you'd never get tired off. Massive, well over 6 ft, with broad muscled shoulders and hair falling softly around his head after his shower - Eijiro was standing in front of the stove, one of your aprons wrapped around his waist while he worked. It was an image that further settled the rumbling anger that was still desperately trying to cling to you.
Stepping forward, you walked up behind him, gently wrapping your arms around his middle from behind while you pressed your cheek to the heat of his back.
"Hey, baby!"
One big hand drifted to grab your wrist, tendering pulling it away so he could turn to face you. There was worry on his face as he took you in. But rather than push, he simply pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as the tension melted from your shoulders.
You tucked your face into his chest, breathing in the scent of him - warm and inviting, with just a hint of something spicy.
"Rough day, huh?"
You just nodded, ignoring the way it mussed your hair.
"You've got time for a shower before food is ready if you wanna warm up and relax?"
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. One large hand trailing slowly against your back in nonsensical patterns.
"You sure you don't need help?" Your voice was muffled against the fabric of his shirt; your arms still wrapped around him - reluctant to let go.
A soft chuckle left him, "Promise. Go clean up, everything'll be ready when you're done."
Just as you were stepping away to head for the bathroom, he caught your hand, pulling you back to him before his lips met yours in a tender kiss.
"'M glad yer home, baby."
That finally brought a smile to your face, "Me too, Eiji."
Steam clung to every surface of the bathroom when you stepped out of the shower. The heat of the water had eased much of the tension still remaining after a long day, but you couldn't stop the groan that left now that your sore muscles were forced to function again. You debated on just crawling into bed, until you caught sight of what had been lovingly placed on the counter while you'd showered.
Neatly folded and fresh from the dryer, Eijiro had brought you one of his hoodies (your favorite one), a warm pair of fuzzy socks and your favorite comfy pajama pants. The thoughtful gesture was enough to bring tears to your eyes, though they didn't fall. Love filled your chest as you pulled on his sweatshirt, letting the scent of him envelope you.
The apartment was quiet when you finally emerged from the damp heat of the bathroom. As if summoned by the sound of the door, Eijiro met you at the doorway to the kitchen before he quick scooped you up.
A surprised squeak left you at the sudden hold, making him chuckle low in his chest.
He took you to the living room, where he'd carefully set up two plates of food and poured you each a drink. Dinner was delicious and full of quiet conversation while a show neither of you were paying attention to hummed quietly in the background. Kiri told you about his day and the hectic patrol he'd had to endure. He filled you in on the silly office drama between Kaminari and Bakugo after Kaminari had stopped by to invite the group out for drinks for New Years. It was quiet, peaceful, exactly what you needed after the day you'd had.
When you'd both finished eating and had taken care of the dishes before serving each other another drink, you found yourselves curled back up on the couch.
This was one of your favorite things about the wonderful man you loved. He always seemed to know just what you needed after a long day. He held you close, your head resting on his chest. The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat soothing your frayed nerves while his fingers idly traced patterns across your back.
At one point he noticed you shiver slightly, though you hadn't meant to. Without a word, he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you. You let out a contented sigh as the fabric trapped the heat of him in with you.
Peering up from where you lay on his chest, you found him already looking at you - ruby eyes soft as they took you in.
"Thank you, Eiji. I don't know what I'd do without you."
He gave a hum that vibrated low in his chest.
"You do the same for me, love. That's what partners do," he gave you a sharp-toothed grin, a light flush coloring his cheeks. "Besides, I love this."
His arms tightened for just a moment around you, pulling you up just enough for your lips to meet in a warm, slow kiss.
"I'll take any excuse to be able to hold you like this," his voice was low, laced with love and gratitude.
Freeing your arms, you reached up to hold his face, brushing your thumb along his cheek. He immediately softened at your touch, leaning his head into the palm of your hand.
"I don't know how I got lucky enough to snag the Red Riot," a playful smile formed on your lips as you gently teased him.
The laugh that left him was loud and full, coming from the depths of his soul. He pulled you tighter to him, tucking his cheek to press to the top of your head. His laughter was contagious and you couldn't help but giggle with him.
It was a few minutes before the two of you settled back down into the quiet warmth of the apartment. The tv still hummed quietly, neither of you really watching it, preferring instead to enjoy each other’s company.
You'd had a pretty shitty day. But this, coming home to him and knowing that no matter what, the two of you would always have each other's backs, was the thing that kept you going every day. Eijiro was everything you could have asked for in a partner and more.
Thoughts of love and the life you had built together flooded your mind as the pair of you relaxed. His arms still wrapped securely around you, hearts beating in tandem as his breathing evened out and sleep slowly dragged your eyes shut.
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I might hafta air out an entire fandom- why tf on this day in 2025, did I see someone say "itadakimasu-" in a fanfic when the character was about to eat some puss- I have never exited something faster- I don't even remember who the fic was about 😭- whoever made that fic, I want you to PERSONALLY BEAT ON the person that read over that fic and was like "Yea fren, put this in :D" cuz they did you so dirty
How I be feelin when I'm reading an x black!reader and the character calls y/n "ma" all the time- like bro you can call me normal pet names, you are NAWT a hood nigga 😭
The way some of y'all be describing y/n in an almost infantilizing sense when y'all write smut be having me like this-
Like y'all it's okay for y/n to act like a grown ass adult- it's okay for y/n to be sensual and mature- "she looked up at him innocently through her lashes as she moved her small frame across the bed-" "his gigantic hands completely envelope her small ones in comparison-" "She pouted-"
A pet peeve I have for fanfics (especially for anime fandoms) is that you can tell that a lot of these (especially white writers) essentially do literary whitewashing on East Asian characters. It's like they completely erase any kind of cultural practices or aspects of the characters, and they see the characters as white, or some kind of extension of whiteness if that makes sense.
Imma use MHA as example. I seen a Bakugo fic where he named his kid Milo- y'all the setting is Japan. Japanese people have different customs than we do. Children's names have specific meanings and whatnot. Why the fvck are you naming your kid Milo. Or y'all just erase or ignore societal/cultural practices and laws. No, Sero is not a goddamn stoner, weed is illegal in Japan. Marijuana possession can literally land you in jail for DECADES in Japan. That doesn't mean the weed posession percentage is at a zero, but the likelyhood of someone having it is quite low. Also- THE STUDENTS GO TO A PRESTIGIOUS PRIVATE SCHOOL, CERTAIN THINGS THAT THE STUDENTS DO CAN LITERALLY RUIN THE SCHOOLS REP. Stop acting like the characters are white and American, ts gets on my nerves.
And then when y'all do put in aspects of Japanese culture, it is the most surface level weeb shit I've ever seen. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, STOP NAMING YOUR KIDS IN YOUR FICS YUKI, SAKURA, AND HANA. THERE ARE OTHER NAMES FFS. Go on 20000 Names, and you can deadass find Japanese names WITH THE MEANINGS- I don't expect you to do a whole deep dive into the culture that you are writing for, but PLEASE, PLEASEEE do at least a BIT of research- look at actual Japanese people and how they live for the love of God-
This part. It's fine to make Y/N unapologetically black, or be comfortable in her sexuality, but it's another thing to make that (and being aggressive) her ONLY traits. If you're going to make Y/N hypersexual or aggressive, or whatever- give her more depth, give her an actual reason to be aggressive, or hypersexual, or whatever. Like for example: maybe her depression can be the reason she's always irritable, maybe she's neurodivergent and gets overstimulated. When it comes to being hypersexual, maybe she's actually insecure about being hypersexual, and trying to find healthier ways to cope with her issues. Like, most of these ppl that write black y/n I feel have never actually experienced or even are knowledgeable about most of the things that they write for her and it's annoying asf.
Now when it comes to the N word, I personally don't have a problem with black Y/N saying the N word, just cuz like.....a fair amount ppl in Japan, especially in Tokyo be running around saying the N word, and appropriating black culture so like......she might aswell say the N-word at, so long as it's in an informal setting
I'm sorry but the way yall mischaracterize Nobara to be this mean, catty, insecure bitch be killing me.
I deadass seen a post where it was talking about things that the jjk characters would do that would be an ick to most ppl. And Nobara's was "She'd be mean to you when her crush comes by-"
Like no....that's not Nobara at all? Did we watch the same show? Like Nobara gotta be one of the most confident yet friendly and realistic female characters I've seen on screen. I feel like yall do this with every female character in Shonen tho. Yall either reduce them down to an insecure doormat, or an insecure catty dickhead.
And ykw the crazy part is: yall be giving the male characters all this character development, all this leniency to be a terrible person in their canonical universe. But if a female character just even exists, yall don't like her, yall think she catty, yall don't write her well at all-
Like it's giving a bit of internalized misogyny to me- Yall make my ass itch
I need me a mans wits sum meat on em. Like, I want his arms big enough to hold me, that stomach soft and squishy, them thighs biteable... and a phat ass like Grammy Award Winner Megan thee Stallion.
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