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GUYS IM UGLY SOBBING FR

“Please don’t die on me!”

Tw: suicide. Reader death.

He shouted at your body. You’d given your all on the field. Using your quirk to defeat shigaraki had its drawbacks, one of them being your life. But you’d known this outcome from the very beginning. You’d known you were going to die before you even stepped onto the battlefield. You’d told few of your plan but the one person you couldn’t tell was your boyfriend. How are you to tell the love of your life that your blood shed would end in your death? You couldn’t. Your last words were now engrained into his brain.

“Thank you for allowing me to be the best hero I could be”

your shaky voice rung on the intercom. He didn’t think much of it until he saw your figure shoot into the sky your quirk blowing out of your body and your flesh scattering across the sky your blood dripping like rain. It was a sight he never imagined he’d be seeing. How could he? You were supposed to go out after this. Take off and live your lives as pro heroes together. But he saw that image crumble in front of him.

Here he was sobbing with you in his arms, limp and cold. He was yelling curses and begs but he knew you were gone. And he knew he couldn’t live without you.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The whole class had been shaken about your death no one could not think about you. Your dorm stayed the way it was. The last bowl you ate out of stayed in the sink. Your laundry was still soaking in the washing machine. No one could even think about touching what once was yours. All your lasts. It was heart breaking. But what was most heart breaking was seeing your boyfriend break in front of them. He took it the hardest. He didn’t eat drink shower he just layed on the floor of your room crying and holding a photo of the two of you at Christmas.

He couldn’t take this anymore he was pathetic. Pathetic without you atleast. How is he supposed to live with you? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

He got up for the first time in a week. He went to one of your favorite places. The planetarium.

They should really start adding security to tall buildings.

He trudged up the steps your photo in hand. Silent tears still falling from his face. He unzipped his jacket and took off his shoes stepping onto the edge.

The last thought he had was of you. His last words were to you.

“See you soon.”

Anyone.

Dating Eijiro Kirishima <3

Dating Kirishima Eijiro <3

*Melts In America*

deaf y/n x kirishima fluff? Y/n getting made fun of cuz she cant pronounce words properly?

-shuu

Omg this is so cute I loved writing this <3

Do I want to make this an entire fic with separate parts and everything? Absolutely I do sjjabekbfbd weewgwggegwheheb plspslpslslsls cus it's gonna be so good and ah- 😩😫 cus no because like omg and I made the reader sorta like toph from atla but really- just bc of the heightened senses and sensitivity to vibrations and omganakdnnd my midoriya brain went OFF on this maksnjdbf and omg I imagine reader would be BESTIES with mei hatsume najwobdjsn and omg Bakugou as well??? Reader would absolutely gain his blessing to be kirishimas gf and they would be thick as thieves- a trio of doom, you will, and omg I have so many ideas about reader helping bkg to protect his hearing BC she wouldn't want to see a friend suffer the same fate, and nansjdnbd Kiri only loves her more bavjsbfnd bye bc midoriya would love to come up with ideas for mei to help reader and sndnfknd bye

Anyway hope you enjoy :D

Warning: Ableism...

Masterlist <3

Kirishima x Deaf!Reader- Hearing Problems

You had lost your hearing a long, long time ago, but that doesn't make it much easier on you in the long run.

You had the kind of hearing problem that rendered you almost completely dead, save for the grating tinnitus that followed with every step.

It was almost always a problem for you, and had almost left you completely incapable of being a hero. Imagine having all control over your life stripped from you because of some dumb fuck's drunken driving. It filled you to the brim with rage every single day, along with the fact that you were punished for someone else's mistake when they only had their licence taken away.

It did more than make you angry, really. It fucking broke your heart. You almost lost access to your dream after he permanently disabled you, and what did he get? A slap on the fucking wrist?! This must be some sick joke.

You had tried your absolute damnest to adjust and get stronger to compensate for the loss of a pretty vital function, and it worked! In the end, you turned out stronger than ever. You had trained every sense you could learn about, because as it turns out, there's more than just six of them, and all of your exhaustive, mind-numbing hard work had been repaid.

Of course you weren't the best, yet, but you could absolutely beat some ass if you wanted to, and during the entrance exam, you did exactly that.

Things were going so well, and you were racking up points like no other, until you weren't.

You were having a little trouble with finding the other robots because they were quite a ways away. Luckily though, Kirishima could tell you might've needed a hand.

He could see that you didn't react to sound the way that others did, and it was when the high pitched ring of a far off explosion made everyone flinch but you, that he could finally tell you were deaf.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed a little 'o' shape as his brain finally connected the dots, and he made his way to you with a smile as he spoke normally to you, still not sure if maybe you were just partially deaf or could maybe read lips or something.

Meanwhile, all you could hear was that same high pitched ringing of tinnitus, which drowned out the similar effect of the explosion, and you were starting to get frustrated with wondering which way to go. There was no telltale smoke, or faraway sparks of people fighting. There was only silence. So you were especially surprised when this fiery looking ravenet walked up to you, speaking normally. You assumed he didn't know you were deaf, and you read his lips as normal, however his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the direction in which your eyes were focused. So you do read lips.

Surprisingly, he was leading you towards the action. Oh. Maybe he could tell you were deaf.

It was nice to have someone know that and not give you the same pitying look they always do. You wanted to be respected, not pitied. This guy seemed to respect you though, and you were thankful as you followed him to the next gathering of robots, letting out a loud "t-thank you-!" when you saw someone side-eye you and laugh.

You didn't like the snide look on their face at all.

"What? Are you deaf or something? I've never heard someone speak like that! You must've lost some braincells to these robots. You'll never pass if you sound like a total idiot!"

Comments like these never ceased to make your heart ache and bring a lump to your throat. It'll never get any easier to deal with comments like this.

It's not like you were gonna let him see your hurt though, so just as you make a step to tear him a new one, you're interrupted by Kirishima, who didn't want to see you disqualified for beating another kid half to death.

"That's really not cool, man! Have you heard yourself talk? You sound like someone's bigoted grandpa- I hope your mother smacks some respect into that ugly head of yours soon, because you'll be the one who never makes it as a hero with talk like that! Heroes are supposed to be actually good people, you know? Buzz off!"

Both you and that ableist prick are stunned into silence, and you can't help but smile as you read his lips and see his condescending glare. Secretly, you thank whatever Gods you can think of that your little emo friend seems like a truly respectable guy, and as the two of you pair up for the exam, you find that you work relatively well together for two rookie kids that have never met.

The judges watch on from behind the cameras and smirk as they blacklist the ignorant kid from passing, though he was running rather low on points in the first place. None of them are surprised either, when the two of you gain points placing you among the top scores. It seems like you both were fated to be friends.

When the exam is over, you end up exchanging numbers with your favourite little red-eyed emo, learning that his name is Kirishima Eijirou. And when he flashes you a smile that you would die for, your little heart melts right there and then as light pink dusts your cheeks.

You put your name in his phone in silence, and send a message to confirm that you wrote your number down right, thanking him for standing up for you.

You find you're quite pleased with yourself when he develops a bashful blush too. Oh yeah, you're definitely not letting him go, even if one of you doesn't make it to UA.

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Day 3 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you get the bright idea to bring up double penetration to your two boyfriend's you don't regret it.

Props to my beta reader for today - @sasualblxd - thank you again bae <3

1,175 words.

The three of you are inseparable. Some would think you're connected at the hip. Even when Katsuki's going through it he's still got time and space for the two of you. And Kirishima would never turn down the chance to hang out no matter how he feels.

The rare, but passionate, and soft dynamic between the three of you is exactly what you needed, in all honesty. The vast difference in personalities balance eachother out, and the three of you are thick as thieves, like you're tuned into your own little frequency.

Most days are spent with the three of you sitting in your room, doing apprentice work or playing Mario kart, during which Katsuki would beat your ass and then proceed to lazer Eijirou without remorse. However, sometimes the air gets a little hot and heavy.

Katsuki straddles you with an expression of shock, his eyes big and wide as he lets his usual tough exterior drop.

"Are you-... Are you sure-?"

It's at this point that you want to hide away and pretend you never said anything, but Katsuki pries your hands away from your face as Eijirou tilts his head like a confused puppy. He turns his body in your direction and the mattress dips a little at the extra pressure, and you squeak as your face heats up even more.

"Yeah- I wanna... Try it."

You can tell that Eijirou is about a second away from fussing over you and telling you how shouldn't feel like you need to do this for them, but he's wrong. You want them both inside of you.

In the past you had stuck to cuckolding and voyeurism, and at the very most they would spit roast you, but they had never double stuffed you.

You can't help but drool at the thought. Katsuki sputters a little and it's one of your absolute favourite sights when he gets all flustered like this, his eyebrows furrowed just barely and his cheeks all red. His blush even dusts his collarbones.

The air is tense with a pregnant pause before Eijirou snaps. The idea just seems too good, and if you've said you wanted it, he'll stop at nothing to give it to you. And that's all it takes for Katsuki to warm up to the idea as well. Your two eager partners loom over you greedily, and their chuckles synchronise in a throaty chorus that has your thighs rubbing together and your underwear soaked.

"Huh... So you wanna take us both, yeah? Awful cocky of you to think you can handle that~"

Anticipation pools in your underwear until they're pulled to the side, peeling away from your pussy lips to make room for Katsuki's fingers under your skirt, already scissoring you open.

"Geez, so wet. We haven't even touched you yet."

Katsuki's voice is like dripping gold, rich and sultry as he eats up the sight of your drenched skin beneath him, and the second he flicks piercing red eyes to look up at your face, monitoring your reactions, you're a blubbering mess, your words escaping you amidst breathy moans.

"Hey now, don't forget about me, babe."

You can't even compose yourself enough to think of a response to his teasing, but you don't need to as he leans down to press a delicate kiss to your lips spiderman-style, his rough lips colliding with yours after a few more seconds.

The air in the room turns hot and already starts to smell like sex as you get lost in the haze of pleasure and lust, and your hands make their way to languidly play with Eijirou's loose hair, which falls down over your face and just barely reaches his shoulders.

Katsuki takes the liberty of pressing his tip against your cunt first, rubbing his pre against your clit and fucking around for a few seconds, but you're not necessarily mad. You're not even sure when he took his pants off but you're just glad they didn't settle who goes first by playing rock paper scissors again. Nothing could've ever prepared you for that, but after being given a tennis-ball sized lump on their heads, they've never repeated the offense.

Katsuki's cock twitches happily as he groans, not even bothering to lower his volume a little, and you wriggle at the stretch. It's really not too painful, given that he's quite girthy, and the sounds he makes are the real cherry on top.

Immense self-restraint is something the blonde prides himself on having, but even he can't resist a few weak thrusts before he starts to stretch you out with his fingers again. A deep breath is sucked into your greedy lungs as you finally part with Eijirou and he flashes you a toothy grin as you recover, before manoeuvring down to your hips and replacing Katsuki's fingers with his own.

Your shark-toothed boyfriend takes a little longer to prep you than Katsuki does on average, and especially now that he's about to try something so potentially painful, but you suffer in silence as your pussy clenches and your juices leak onto the sheets, and you practically cry in relief when he deems you stretched enough.

The room spins and it feels like your organs struggled to keep up with you as you're yanked up by a sweaty, impatient blonde, and God, you didn't even realise that Katsuki must have serious blueballs right now.

Kirishima's warm, hard as rock chest is firm against your back and your legs tremble with anticipation as you finally get what you've been begging for, and more stuttered gasps melt with your boyfriends' when you finally feel his cock pressing deep inside of you and rendering you breathless. Your cunt is stretched out perfectly over your partners, and it take everything in you not to cry as your eyes roll back.

They've never felt this kind of pleasure before. Each rub of their cocks against eachother sends pleasure straight to their brain as little hearts appear in their eyes while they leave sloppy, lustful kisses on your neck and shoulders. What's really fucking hot is how they tilt their heads to kiss eachother over your shoulder as you catch your breath again, exchanging tongues while your pussy throbs.

Their hips move in steady rhythm, your G-Spot never knowing peace while they pound you, groaning and panting as hot breath hits your neck, and if it weren't for the boys holding you up you would be a little puddle of goo right now.

Katsuki cums first, filling you up and pumping you full with his sperm, and it only brings Eijirou closer and closer as he fucks into your wet heat, the blonde's seed running over his head and leaking down his balls. He delivers one last punishing thrust as he reaches his orgasm, fucking it into you to ride it out before slowing to a stop, chest heaving with exertion.

The sheets are ruined and your thighs are covered in sweat and sperm and your own mess mixed together, making your thighs glisten and stick together slightly.

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Day 5 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Kirishima comes home to be surprised with you in lingerie, and he goes feral.

1,017 words.

God, Eijirou's almost home and you're only half dressed, what if he doesn't like it? What if you don't like it?

You just wanted to surprise your husband with a cute little set of lingerie after what was probably a stressful, boring day at work for him.

Obviously, you had gone with the red edition. It is his favourite colour, after all.

Soft, good quality fabric hugs your curves just barely, a lacy thong complimenting thick, moderately muscled thighs and bringing every dip out to the eye. You had gotten a complete wax about a week and a half ago, and wanted to show off to your loving Eijirou, especially since he never had anything but compliments to give you.

The air in the room is still and silent as you clip the back of your bra, breathing steadily and trying to assure yourself that Eijirou will love this, but a lingering doubt creeps in the back of your mind.

Supple breasts are pushed up and accentuated with a red bralette, giving you just enough support to make your boobs look porn-worthy, and belatedly you look at yourself in the full length mirror, admiring yourself and adjusting your makeup.

Painted nails tousle long, thick hair and the second you hear keys rattling at the front door, you rush to cover up with his favourite dressing gown, not even bothering to tie it in favour of holding it in place before you hesitantly open the bedroom door, greeting him in the hallway.

He gives you his shark-toothed grin as he closes the front door behind him, slipping his shoes off so that he can give you a kiss and hold you like he always does.

He's warm, and you always miss the feeling of being wrapped in his bear hug as he cuddles you, slipping his hands to your hips and rubbing his thumbs over the fluffy fabric of his dressing gown.

"Comfy, I see?"

He teases you, pressing his lips to your cheek and then your mouth as you take in the scent of his cologne. It's your favourite smell.

"Hmm- very..."

The questioning raise of his eyebrow at your suggestive tone goes ignored as you ask him how his day has been, but of course you know already considering that you keep in contact with him regularly during the day.

"Well, it was alright but- ah- the crime rate has really gone down so the past few days have just been boring paperwork!-..."

You give him a sympathetic smile as he complains, but he just sounds so whiny you can't stop yourself from laughing quietly.

By now it's getting dark outside, and as you kiss his cheek and place a ghost of a peck on his lips, leaving him leaning forward for more to no avail, you speak with a sultry but still playful voice, lowering it to just above a whisper.

"Aw, well maybe you can do something more exciting with me~"

He watches, mesmerized by your lips and the mascara that paints your lashes, and he's just about to respond when you drop the dressing gown, exposing the lingerie to him. His eyes trail up your thighs and the frilly, red lace that clings to it, over the thong and your hourglass figure, and up to your tits.

The redhead practically salivates, and it takes almost a minute for his horny brain to actually boot back up as he realizes that you're still in the hallway. His eyes darken and his muscles ripple in ways that has you soaking in his arms when he sweeps you away to the bedroom.

"Fuck, baby. Is all this just for me?"

You're helpless to stop the needy moan that escapes you as you look into his hungry expression, his pupils blown and his tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

"All for you, babe..."

He groans loudly and grinds his rock hard erection against your hips, dry humping you to get just an ounce of relief. Pretty red eyebrows furrow and his eyes scrunch shut, but once he's frustrated himself enough his pants are torn off with hardened fingers. Your arms wrap around his neck as you try to ground yourself, and while Kirishima rummages through the drawer for lube and a condom he practically whines like a dog until they're in his clutches.

Suddenly, your panties are pushed aside and cold liquid drenches your cunt, making your thighs spasm as your head shoots down to look at what he's doing. It's not much use anyway, though, because the very next second your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as your husband abuses your poor clit, already driving you close to your first orgasm.

He's a real animal when he's horny, it's like a switch flicks in his brain and he's suddenly pouncing on you, ravaging you and fucking you like a bunny. He barely speaks, only gifting you with throaty moans and cries that he only ever tried to hide during your first time.

Warm fingers are pressed inside of you, curling upwards to get a reaction out of you, drawing wails and gasps from your throat until he's got his cock lined up with you. The condom is brought to his lips and he tears it open, rolling it on one-handed with relative ease because he's done it so many times before, and you can't even take a little break to catch your breath because Kirishima's already roughly fucking you. One hand holds the back of your head and the other is comfortable on your ass, squeezing and kneading while strong hip bones bruise your legs, hips posting in and out of you.

It takes all you have to delay your orgasm but inevitably you fail, spasming and clenching around his cock and feeling him shiver in response, a high pitched cry piercing the air while little drops of your juices trickle onto the bed and down Eijirou's thick thighs.

Maybe you'll save lingerie for the special occasions then, because you can definitely feel him bruising what feels like your cervix.

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Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

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Day 11 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou loves you so much, he just can’t help but fuck you stupid.

Props to my beta reader for today @lovinglyselfish - thank you for your amazing help! Drop 'em a follow! :)

515 words.

The majority of your night is spent pressed underneath your himbo boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima, covered in sweat and out of breath. His hot, rock solid chest is pressed flush against your back as he fucks you raw, sharp teeth nipping and kissing at your neck and ear.

It’s like he’s in a daze, mumbling precious little “I love you”s and leaving evidence of his touch all over your neck and shoulders in the form of bite marks and dark hickeys that are sure to kick up quite the fuss in the morning. He fucks into you at a pace that has you aching all over, the rough slide of his dick against your pussy walls making even more of your slick drip down onto the sheets and run down his legs. He pants loudly and each quiet whimper that you hear from behind you has you squirming and clenching around him.

You’re so happy that he feels good, and that he wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside of you late in the night until the sun peeks through the slight gap in your curtains. It’s his favourite stress relief, to fuck you stupid like this.

Well defined hipbones, seemingly carved out of marble slam into your plush ass as he pistons his hips at a bruising pace. It’s been hours. Sweat drips down your brow and off the cupids bow of your lips, down to soak into the pillow, and you feel little droplets of what you assume is either sweat or your own juices running down the back of your thighs and pooling in the little dip at the back of your knees.

Exhaustion pulls at your heavy eyelids as your body is rocked forward with each powerful thrust, and you can’t think. Eijirou must’ve dumped his load inside of you without pause at least four times by now, but you lost count after the third hour. by your guess, you’ve been manoeuvred around the room and fucked on every possible surface for the last four and a half hours, and by now all you can do is moan like a pornstar and cry on your lovers cock.

You can feel him in your belly and you don’t even have the sense to be thankful that you’re on birth control. You want him to breed you full and keep you stuffed with his cum for the rest of your life. The only thing on your mind is him, and how good he makes you feel when he slams forward, pushing you into the bed and filling you up as yet another orgasm has you sobbing and biting your pillow, clenching around him and shaking almost violently. Your cunt spasms around Eijirou’s, now spent, cock and every movement from his end has you tightening so hard it’s almost painful. 

Oversensitivity has you closing your thighs and trembling, mass amounts of cum and slick leaking from around his quickly softening dick, nestled comfortably inside of you, and you can’t even think to be happy that now you can get some much needed rest.

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Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a "tits over ass any day" kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

"They're just so... Squishy... -a-and soft-"

That's exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You're proud of your body, the self love that you'd been teaching yourself rearing it's head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they're yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He's just doing it for fun - just because it's there, really, but that doesn't explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

"Hey babe, what's up?...

"I want-... I- I want-.… To fuck them..."

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn't mean...

"You wanna fuck who, now?"

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

"No, silly... I wanna fuck your tits..."

Huh. Well at least you're not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what's brought this on.

In reality, he's always fantasized about fucking your tits. It's the very image that gets him off when you're not there to help him, but he's finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

"... Alright. I don't see why not~"

He's almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you're stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he's kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He's never came so quickly in his life, but you don't mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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always there to help

Synopsis: You suck at math, and who could be better suited for the job to help you, other than your brother's best friend, the born genius, Bakugou?

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x (Kirishima's sister)Reader

Warnings: Swearing, maybe some bad writing

A/N: So, I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't been writing anything lately, I just didn’t like anything I wrote, so, sorry about that. This one might seem a little all over the place too lol, but it’s because I inteded it to be a small drabble. but accidentally made it a 5.1k fic. So, it might not be one f my better works, but I had a lot of fun writing it!

BY THE WAY, 100 followers guys! Thank you so much for that!

You were working on your homework when you heard the doorbell. You sighed deeply, standing up and going to the door, not expecting to see your brother and his friend group to be standing on the other side.

One specific friend caught your eye, his spiky, ash blonde hair hard to miss. You could feel your heartbeat rising almost instantly, cheeks now a bit warmer than before. You wished you had worn something else, anything but pajama shorts and an oversize shirt, maybe combed your hair and wore perfume or something, but how could you know your brother was going to bring his friends home? 

Okay, maybe you should have known since they were over almost every day.

But since there was nothing you could do now to change the situation, you just smiled, inviting them in -you noticed how Bakugou hadn't even glanced your way once, and though this wasn't different then always, it proceed to hurt and disappoint you every time. It's not like you were expecting for him to have feelings for you or something, but at least noticing you were there would be nice for a change.

Your brother was the last to enter, hugging you so tightly that you couldn't breathe for a few seconds, squirming between his arms. "Eiji lemme go!" You screamed, though your voice muffled by his tight hold. 

"Sorry, just missed you." He told you, letting you free. A cheeky, innocent grin was on his face, the one he knew that made you soft. You answered by a "Hmph," turning to his friends, who were already in the living room, doing their things. Mina was the first to notice you when you entered the room, the cutest smile on her face. "Oh, hey Y/N!" She caught you by the wrist, pulling you to the couch to sit with her. Of course, Bakugou was right next to you.

Feeling self-conscious -when was the last time you had a shower? Yesterday? You could only pray you smelled nice- you scooted a bit more to Mina, putting some distance between Bakugou and you, though it pained you to do so since he smelled like caramel. Honestly, why did he smell this good? It only caused your thoughts to be fuzzier, and for you to be even more excited around him. 

Though he seemed to have noticed your shift towards Mina since he sent a small glance your way, a 'tch' sound coming out of his lips, heating your cheeks.

"Hi, Mina-san." You mumbled, trying to forget the boy -your big brother's best friend- sitting next to you. "Oh, y/n-chan, I told you many times, you can just call me Mina! We only have a year between us anyway." You nodded, though still feeling a bit uneasy. “Sure.”

"I- I should go now, I have to finish my math homework." You told them with an apologetic smile, Mina and Kaminari pouting almost immediately. "Oh, come on, sit with us for a bit," Denki protested, his eyes wandering on your bare legs for a second, earning a deadly glare from your brother and a nudge from Sero. 

"What homework?" Your brother asked you, coming closer to you to block Denki's view. "Oh, you know, the one I was doing this morning." You shrugged, you've been working on the same sheet of paper practically the whole day, but you just didn't know the subject even a little bit, staring at the paper without knowing nothing didn't help much.

"Wait, you still didn't finish that? I thought I helped you yesterday." He pouted. Yes, he did try to help you, but you were sure he also had no idea how to do it, and he had just repeated the question to you again and again, until you had said, "Ah, I understand it now! Thank you, brother," without being able to do anything. You knew he meant good, but it still didn't change the fact that your brother was as clueless as you were.

"I-" You had started to say something before a deeper voice intruded yours. "Oi, shitty-hair, you know you suck at math, how do you think you could even help her?" 

Your eyes shifted to Bakugou -you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname he had for your brother, oh, you had to remember that one- he had an annoyed look in his ruby eyes, his eyes not leaving your brother once. "Well, I-" Eiji had started to talk, his eyes widening slightly after, understanding what Bakugou meant. "Oh, you should have told me!"

You shrugged. "Well, you just looked so happy finally being able to help me with something, I didn't want to make you feel bad." 

Oh no, did that come out wrong? You were about to apologize when your brother pulled you in a hug once again. "Oh my god- lemme go!"

***

"So -uhh- if you do it this way, you can, maybe?.. No, okay, I got it, so if you add this to... Nope, that's wrong- umm, oh, how about-" 

Mina bit the back of the pencil you had given her, fully concentrated on the papers in front of her. "Oh move over, I can help her!" Denki told her as he pushed Mina aside.

"You?" She told him in disbelief, "Don't make me laugh, you're even worse than I am!" 

"No, I'm not!" The blonde boy answered, pulling the sheet of paper. "Yes, you are," Sero also joined the fight, pushing himself between the two. "Oh, you shut up, you're even worse than him!" Mina pushed Sero with all her might, panting. 

"Umm, what is happening?" You asked your red-headed brother, watching them with a smile and clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, don't worry, this happens all the time." He answered, patting you on the back, giggling when Mina pulled Denki's hair, making the poor boy scream. 

Oh, that makes it all better then. 

"Oi, dumbasses, shut the fuck up before I do it." You jumped in surprise when you heard Bakugou screaming right behind you, and surprisingly, three of the grown-ass people that were just wrestling on the floor froze. 

"Sorry, Baku." Mina was the first to stand up, fixing her disheveled clothes and running a finger through her soft-looking hair. Sero and Kaminari struggled for a second or two more, but one look from Bakugou and they were up on their feet too.

"Well, thanks I guess." You told the people who literally just fought each other to help you, though instead of them, it was Bakugou who answered you. "Whatever, you shouldn't be asking these idiots anyway."

You weren't sure what to say since the gratitude wasn't intended for him, but you smiled awkwardly. "Guess I'll have to ask someone tomorrow."

"Oh, Baku, can't you help her? You always help us and you're the smartest." Eiji perked his head with the idea that suddenly came to his mind.

"Damn right I am!" Bakugou answered without missing a beat, though he realized his mistake almost instantly. "Oh, that's great, then, you can help her." Mina cheered, clapping her hands with a wicked grin on her face, eyeing both you and the now furious looking boy. Bakugou would have said no immediately, but everyone in the room -even you- knew his pride wouldn't let him.

"For fucks sake," he muttered, his hand massaging his temples. "Give me that stupid fucking paper."

***

"Oh, okay, that makes much more sense!" You told him, even though you still had no idea how he did it, but you tried your best to hide the confusion in your face, not wanting to seem dumb in front of him. But it took one look and his burrows furrowed, lips curling into a snarl.

"If you're just acting like you understood I'll fucking-" A fake cough came from your brother's way, making Bakugou growl. "I'll explain it to you again and again until you understand it." He finished his sentence, making both you and Eiji grin.

"So what didn't you understand?"

Good question.

"I- uh... anything?" You could feel your face heating as you answered, causing him to grimace. "Oh my fucking God." He muttered, pinching his nose bridge with annoyance.

"LOOK-" Oh, he was pissed. "THE QUESTION IS TELLING YOU TO DO THIS, SO YOU JUST FUCKING ADD THIS TO THAT, AND-" His spiky hair looked like it was ruffling up when he got angry, like an angry bird, the thought making you giggle. As he heard your giggle he stopped screaming, and seeing him so quiet was somehow scarier than him shouting.

"What the fuck is so funny?" He asked gruffly, though his crimson eyes weren't as angry as they were before. "You know it doesn't help when you just scream everything at me, right?" You giggled again because he looked really confused.

"Okay, look." He sighed, "see this? This actually just means you should do this." His pencil moved on the paper, his writing surprisingly neat and pretty- especially for a boy as impatient and angry like him. "Oi, you listening?" He pointed the pencil to you when he noticed you weren't looking at the paper, but at him.

"Oh- yeah, I'm listening." You answered, looking at what he recently wrote and trying to understand what he probably said. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't question it further. "Good."

"As I just said," he stated -making you grin since he probably noticed you weren't, in fact, listening to him, "you should do it like this and that's the answer." 

You couldn't understand why, but suddenly what he was talking about seemed to make so much sense. "Oh my god." Your eyes widened, looking at the sheet of paper, you pulled the pencil he was holding without thinking much on it, quickly writing down what was on your mind before you forgot.

After you finished writing, you turned your gaze to the boy that was sitting right next to you, though he concealed the amazed look he had sent you almost immediately. "Is that... right?" You asked him, feeling anxious, if it was wrong, you probably would look like an idiot.

"Yeah," he muttered, quickly glancing your way and noticing the smile on your face. "Fucking finally." He added, trying to get you to stop from smiling since he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty it was, though to his surprise you only smiled brighter. He could feel his heartbeat picking up, not sure why. Were you always this pretty? Smiled so softly, that made him feel all warm? Looked at him like this, like he was the most amazing person you've had seen?

For him, you have always been the sister of his best friend. He hadn't the slightest interest on you, though he could feel that was changing, the thought terrifying him. No, you were only and only Kirishima's sister, no one else.

***

"Hey, Bakugou-Kun." Bakugou was taking his jacket off as he entered the house, his caramel scent making you dizzy.

"Hey, idiot." He answered without thinking, the rude nickname slipping from his lips, he pressed them together instantly as if he could un-say it. He looked at you with slightly widened eyes, expecting you to be sad, or get mad at him, though he could have never thought you would giggle instead.

"Yeah," you told him smiling, "guess I deserve that."

"No." A sudden answer came his way, causing you to be the one shocked this time. "I- I didn't mean it that way..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking very uncomfortable. "I just-"

"It's okay!" You told him, finally ending his misery. "I know you didn't say it to be mean."

Now, that was a first.

"Yeah, whatever." He muttered, entering the room, though regretting it immediately, was that rude? Maybe he shouldn't have stormed out? Did you think he was rude? Mean? An asshole?

He had no idea you were only happy because, for the first time, he had stopped to talk with you instead of ignoring you altogether.

You entered the room, noticing the rest was there too, and you wondered when they even entered the house. "Hey, Y/N!" Denki beamed, though noticing the look Eiji sent him, he quickly corrected himself. "-chan. Y/N-chan."

"Hey, Kaminari-Kun." You answered, making him pout. "Oh come on, you can just call me Denki!" A small glance was sent your brothers way, "Denki-Kun. You can call me Denki-Kun." He corrected, smiling widely.

"Oh, okay." You told him. "Would you like something to drink, Denki-Kun?" You asked, making him grin wickedly. "She's just too cute!" He whisper-yelled, nudging Sero. "Anyone? I can make tea."

"Oh, just sit with us instead!" Mina told you and you did as she said, knowing she would force you anyway. Once again, you were stuck between Bakugou and Mina, though this time you were prepared and had worn perfume. She looked at you excitedly, like she wanted to say something, but before she sent an angry look to Bakugou.

"Hey, Baku, can you go sit with Denki or something? We're gonna talk and you're preventing us."

"Haah?" Bakugou yelled. "I was the first one sitting here! And I'm not fucking preventing you, I'm just fucking sitting here, it's not like I wanna hear the stupid shit you'll talk about."

Oh, but he, did. He was dying to hear what you would talk about.

"It's not stupid shit, its girl talk!" She defended, grinning when Bakugou stood up. "W-what do you want to talk about, Mina?" It took a lot of willpower for you not to say Mina-san. "A little bird told me you have a slight liking to a certain angry boy." She finally told you, waiting at first for a bit of suspense.

"W-what, who?" You blurted, immediately noticing the mistake you did. "I mean, that's not- that's not true!"

"Oh come on, don't try to hide it!" She giggled, nudging you. "I know you have a crush on bskdhdhdh!" You slapped your hand on her mouth just in time, a sigh of relief coming out your mouth when you stopped her from saying the name. Though, you couldn't stop her from screaming about you having a crush.

"You what?!" Eiji screamed, standing up.

"Ooh, our little Y/N-chan has grown so fast," Denki told as he wiped the nonexistent tears off his eyes.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" Sero asked, grinning.

"Oops, I may have made a mistake," Mina said, giggling.

The only one that hadn't said one word was Bakugou, though that was somehow even more uncomfortable. His gaze lingering over you, you felt like you were going to die of embarrassment (and why did he have to wear that black t-shirt? It only made you even more flustered, and you just couldn't help but think about how nice he looked)

"It's nothing." You smiled awkwardly, face heating up. You glanced away, looking at anyone but him. "It's a misunderstanding." A fake giggle and all should be good, right?

Well, apparently not.

"No, don't you try to laugh your way out of this. What is this crush?" He looked so angry, it was one of those rare moments that he looked plain out scary.

"It's an innocent crush, Eiji! Nothing to worry about, okay? Now sit down, I need to do my homework anyway." Eyes narrowing, his gaze stayed on you a little more, though he dropped the subject soon after.

"If anything happens, you'll tell me everything." He told Mina, though it sounded more like a threat.

"It's not my place to do so." She answered, grinning wickedly.

***

You peeped your head from the door, trying to take a look of inside. What were they doing?

You've been doing your homework the past hour or two -it was only 10 minutes, but it felt like an eternity- and you came downstairs to seek help.

"Hi, guys." You finally entered, only to find them all snuggled on the couch, watching the greatest show ever been made, Avatar the Last Airbender.

Eiji knew the consequences of such actions, desperately trying to close the TV, but he was late, you could recognize Uncle Iroh's voice from a mile away.

"How dare you!" You gasped, now feeling all eyes on you.

"Wait, what's going on?" Sero looked as confused as the rest of his friends.

"Eiji, how could you do this to me?" You ignored Sero altogether, eyes fixed on your red-headed brother.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, sis, it's just we had nothing to do and-"

"I can't even see you right now." You told him, turning your back to exit the room, leaving three very confused people after you.

"No, Y/N, wait!"

***

And that's how you found yourself to be snuggled between Bakugou and Denki.

It was really comfortable, you had to admit, but also very maddening. You couldn't even watch the show anymore, your senses filled with the boy sitting right next to you, his body touching yours ever so slightly, his hair tickling your face every time you moved to get a bit more comfortable.

"So you're telling me," Bakugou suddenly spoke up, though your eyes didn't leave the screen, you could feel his ruby eyes on you. "That you have a crush on this guy?"

"She does." Your brother mumbled from the other side of the room. "She even-"

"Shut up, or you won't be able to speak ever again." Everyone in the room suddenly froze, no one able to understand how the hell you just turned in to the most threatening person they ever saw.

"Well, damn, okay." Sero laughed, sending a small glance your way. "I don't know, man," Denki muttered. "Sokka is much better than Zuko. He is a nice dude, everyone likes him, has solid jokes, and is pretty smart. He's kinda like me, actually." 

"Yeah, he is like you!" Mina suddenly cheered. "Except for the being-liked-by-everyone, having nice jokes and being smart parts, of course." 

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling yo- hey!" He exclaimed, making everyone laugh. "If there's anyone that resembles any of these characters, it's Bakugou," Eiji muttered thoughtfully.

"What?" He snarled. Eiji shrugged. “You’re pretty similar to Zuko.”

"Wait, that's very on point!" You told him, causing Bakugou's brows to furrow. "Just think about it, you're very unreasonably angry all the time, keep picking useless fights with everyone, and are very rude!" Mina cheered.

Bakugou would have punched every one of you for even implying something like this, though now the only thing he could think about was if you thought this way too. 

"I- I didn't mean it that way, though." You told them. "He always tries to look so tough from the outside, but he's actually sweet. He tries to act like he doesn't like the gaang or his friends, but in reality, he really likes them. Don't you guys think so too?"

"Now that you put it that way..." Mina muttered, the topic closing and everyone focusing their gazes on the screen once again, though, even though no one realized, a small smile was on Bakugou's lips.

***

After the Avatar marathon, you stood up, about to go upstairs to continue the dreadful math homework when an idea fell upon you. You turned your gaze to the boy, who was sitting on the couch like it was a throne instead. Spiky hair looking softer than usual, you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through them. His eyes were closed, and he looked tired. Under the dim light of the small lamp that hung from the ceiling, you were practically in awe of how pretty he was. 

Cheekbones high and defined, a sharp jawline, like it indicated his sharp personality, delicate brows furrowed, buried in thought. 

As if he felt your eyes on him, his eyes snapped open, crimson eyes finding yours. You probably looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, causing him to smirk. "What's your problem?" 

"I- uh, I was wondering if you could help me with... math?" 

"Again?!" That was a valid question, but it wasn't your fault math was too hard!

"It's okay, Y/N-chan, I can help you instead." You heard Denki's voice, a hand wrapping your shoulder, causing you, Eiji and Bakugou to jump in your places. 

"You don't know shit." Bakugou growled, his gaze suddenly predator-like, making Denki wince and pull his hand back. "Don't do me dirty like that, Bakubro," Denki whined. "I'm just trying to help-" His voice suddenly muffled by the hand on his mouth, a hand that belonged to your bother. 

"You come here for a second." Eiji told him threateningly, pulling him out of the room with force. "No- no, Kiri, don't do this to me!" The door closed behind them, though, a muffled scream or two could be heard every once in a while.

Everyone ignoring the whole ordeal, went back to what they were doing. Bakugou turned to you, his eyes on the sheet of paper you were holding. "So, does this mean you're helping me?" 

Bakugou knew the second you turned to him with that pleading look in your eyes, he was already going to say yes. "Tch," he rolled his eyes, pulling the paper from your hands. "Whatever."

This time, he sat a bit closer to you. 

You sat side by side, arms almost touching whenever he wrote something. "Did you understand this one?" He asked, the pencil he was holding pointing to the second question. Surprisingly, you did understand it. When you nodded, he smiled, it wasn't one of those cocky smirks, this one was a genuine, small smile that took your breath away. 

"Then do this one yourself." 

You gulped, tearing your eyes away from his face as you felt your face heating up. It took you a bit to get focused on what was in front of you, but you were able to use what Bakugou had explained to you, and eventually reached the answer. 

"That's... That was pretty good." He told you as he inspected what you wrote. This time, it was you who smiled brightly, taking his breath away. He could feel his heart suddenly going crazy, hammering his chest as if it was trying to set itself free. And why did he have this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach? This dreadful but also... warm feeling? 

He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. 

He stood up, his face suddenly angry, causing your smile to drop. He gritted his teeth when he realized he wanted to sit right back and apologize, to make you smile again. But instead, he picked his phone up from the table and turned his back to you.

He exited the room in a hurry that didn't even let you say anything, or thank him.

"Oi, shitty hair! I'm out." You heard him scream to your brother. 

"So soon?" Eiji asked though the door already shut mid-sentence.

***

Although Bakugou had promised himself that he was going to stay away from you, as far as he could, this thing -whatever this was- went on for weeks. He wanted to stop, Bakugou really tried to not think of you whenever he saw a fucking number, but it didn't take long for him to realize he couldn't.

So instead, he came to see you every day, with or without the Bakusquad and helped you with math even if you didn't ask for him to.

You always asked him to, though.

On the other hand, you weren't thrilled about this whole situation either. At first, this was a normal, innocent crush, but as you spent more time with him, you found yourself falling for him. Hard.

"Hey, Bakugou!" You greeted him (you had dropped calling him Bakugou-Kun sometime, though you weren't really sure when), a big smile that you couldn't drop on your face. "Hey, idiot. I brought this shitty thing you like." 

He meant donuts. 

He didn't want to admit it, but he had only bought it to see the way your eyes sparkled when you held one in your hand, about to take a giant bite out of it. 

The rest of the group was already here and settled, so you checked the paper bag in your hands if it had enough for everyone. You smiled brightly when you noticed it did, making your way to the kitchen.

You noticed Eiji standing, leaning to the door, and watching you both with furrowed brows. "Oh, don't look so mad, I'll give one to you too." You told him giggling, interpreting it wrong. 

His face softened, also smiling. "Don't forget to give me the strawberry one!"

"We'll see about that!!" You answered as you exited the room.

"Oh, Bakugou-Kun, did you buy us the shit we like too?" Sero said mockingly, making the others snicker. "Shut the fuck up, tape face."

"Oh, but Bakugou-Kun-"

"I said, shut the fuck up!" Suddenly his heart was beating really fast. "Relax, Baku, having feelings for someone is nothing to be ashamed of!" Mina told him, though she already knew the answer he was going to give.

"I don't fucking have feelings, dumbass." Bakugou didn't have feelings, especially not towards you, the sister of his best friend. But still, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, he couldn't stop his heart from racing whenever you smiled, and he couldn't stop feeling like he would do anything for you to smile again when you don't.

"Sure you don't," Mina answered, a sly grin on her face when she noticed Bakugou's confused expression. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't want the feelings, he just couldn't understand them.

They would have taken it further if you hadn't entered the room with a plate full of donuts in your hands. "Nobody touches the Nutella one!" You told them, letting them take a donut.

You narrowed your eyes and sent a threatening look when Denki tried to take the one you were going to eat.

"You're not eating?" You asked when you noticed Bakugou not taking one. He shrugged. "I don't like sweets."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Really? Can I eat yours then?" Bakugou found himself smiling to that, thinking about how adorable you looked with a donut in your hand, a shirt that was too big for you, probably stolen from Eiji and sugar powder smeared on your lips. He couldn't help but wonder, what would you do if he just leaned in and kissed you, right then and there? Would you flinch back? Scream at him? Maybe even be disgusted by him?

He decided he didn't want to lea the answer.

***

"Oh, you're staying late?" You asked with a small smile on your lips, making them look so kissable, Bakugou had to look away. "Yeah." 

"You have homework?" He asked when you didn't say anything. He didn't want you to leave. "Nope, already did them." 

Oh.

"But I kind of wanted to talk to you." You looked nervous, your hands clasped together, anxiously biting your lip. His eyes narrowed, crimson gaze wandering over you like he was trying to read your mind. 

"I have-" You started to say, but stopped mid-sentence so he finished your sentence for you internally. ...feelings for you. 

(You actually had an upcoming math exam, and you were hoping he could help you study for it, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.)

Oh, he wasn't going to let you be the first to confess, so without thinking about it, Bakugou blurted. "I like you." There it was, he did it before you! But why did you look so shocked?

"You what?" You asked, eyes wide, just staring at him. Bakugou could feel his heart getting heavier by the second, hands turning cold and a dreadful knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Weren't you saying the same thing just then?

"I-" should he just tell you to forget about it? No, he wasn't the kind of man to just back off. "You heard me." He told you gruffly. "I like you." 

Much to his annoyance, you stayed quiet, not giving him the chance to be happy or sad about it. Just silence. "And? What's your answer?!" 

For the first time in this conversation, you looked at him properly. You hadn't noticed how his crimson gaze shined with uncertainty, confusion, and anxiety. He was afraid of your answer, you realized. Even the great Bakugou Katsuki was afraid of rejection. 

So instead of giving him a verbal answer, you leaned in instead, your lips touching his softly. 

His eyes opened wide with the contact, not being able to understand what was going on. Your lips were so soft, it molded perfectly against his, and he was afraid that if he moved even an inch, you would realize you were making a big mistake and pull back. So he froze.

"Bakugou?" You pulled back slightly after a few seconds, making him want to pull you back and never let go. "Won't you kiss me back?" 

To this, Bakugou grinned, his hands suddenly on your back, pulling you towards him. The last thing you remembered before you lost yourself in the kiss was how soft his lips were, and how amazing he smelled.

***

"You know we still have to tell Eiji, right?" You told him, running your fingers through your messed up hair, trying to look like you didn't kiss a boy for the past... well, you weren't sure how long, actually. 

"Yeah." He answered, lips slightly pink. 

"You know, I think I have the perfect idea of how to tell him."

"You do?" He asked, now slightly intrigued. You nodded, standing up. Eiji was in his room, so you pulled Bakugou by the wrists up the stairs. "Come on." You told him when he hesitated. "This will work."

You knocked on your brother's door, opening it just the slightest when you heard him tell you to come in. "Hey, Eiji." 

"Hey, sis." He smiled widely, not aware of Bakugou behind the door. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much." You shrugged, "Just wanted to tell you that Bakugou and I are dating, okay bye!" You shut the door after you without giving him the time to say anything, running down the stairs, and pulling Bakugou after you. 

Your brother opened his door, running after you, his face as red as his hair. "You what?!"

"You idiot!" Bakugou screamed. "So this was your great idea?"

"Have you heard, have you heard?" Someone in the crowd whispers, "The circus is coming to town."

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The distorted music coming from the giant tent is ringing in your ears. The night has fallen, but the lights the circus provides gives the impression that it's still daytime.

Floods of people are entering the tent, they seem never-ending, but the tent always has a place for more people. People who exit the tent have souvenirs, colorful hats, and unusually big candies. Some are with family, some are with friends, but they all have a smile on their lips, eyes sparkling with the miracles they just witnessed.

You witnessed it, too.

You're fresh out of the show that had ended. The torch-lit room still makes you shiver when you think of it, excitement prickling on your skin despite the show already being over.

You saw a man carry an elephant in his arms without breaking a sweat, the hypnotizer who can command people at will, a man creating ice and fire out of thin air, there was even someone who could make explosions with his hands. A pink-skinned girl, invisible girl, a man with 111 piercings, a redhead with skin as hard as a rock- they all had something weird, special about them.

You are standing in front of the entrance, not going in, neither going out. Your eyes wander over the flyer that's pinned on the board. It's the flyer you've seen the past week everywhere, the streets are littered with it, but you never picked it and read what was on it. You find yourself looking at it, hoping to feel the remnants of the magic of the show on it.

The paper is adorned with reds, purples, and greens, and you bring your hand up to touch the smooth surface of it as you read the golden, big lettered headline.

"The greatest circus in the world!" It says, listing the shows right under it, you find something similar to envy bubbling inside you as you read about the shows, the quirky people who would be an outcast if they were anywhere but here. You envy them, the life they have, how free they are, going around the world and just being themselves, being as weird as they want, it still gains them money.

A circus is just what you need; you find yourself thinking. Leave your life behind and join them.

"Do you want to see a man lift a whole house with his pinky? Someone who can create explosions out of thin air? There's more, more to the freaks. Come then, come closer." You read, unconsciously stepping forward and nearing the paper.

You bite down on your lip, an audible gasp makes your eyes widen when you read the small box that's in the corner of the flyer.

"Want to be a part of the show?" It says, so small you would've missed it any other day. "Show us what you have, and you might become one of us."

"You have to prove yourself first, though."

It's surprisingly easy to slip in the tent without being seen, you realize. People seem engrossed about everything else going on to interest themselves with a girl walking through.

Or so you think.

You push under the heavy curtains of the tent that's opening to the backstage, and you have the flyer in your hands, not even aware of how you're squeezing it, that your knuckles turn white.

Before you falls the dark night, the only light source a flimsy torch on the ground. You wonder if this is a mistake, you're hoping to stay alive, and you're not sure if walking right in the freaks' Inn is going to help that.

But you still proceed, the want to join them, belong somewhere, leave your life behind, be anyone but yourself at that moment weighing heavier than your fear.  

 You stand before an opening, small tents are in line, waiting for you. Something in you whispers for you to pick the:

《Bakugou's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Black curtained tent}: a faint scent of caramel and something burning seeps from the opening between the curtains. 

《Kirishima's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Red curtained tent}: it's heavily adorned by torches all over, so much that you have to shield your eyes from the light. The owner seems to want everything strong.

~{Indigo curtained tent}: a black cat sits right before the curtain. It's looking at you with Its large, gold eyes, which make you feel like they're staring into your soul.

《Shinsou's route》 ◇ (02.05.2021)

《Todoroki's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Dark blue curtained tent}: it looks much simpler than the others but feels just as dangerous. Somehow makes you shiver and feel warm at the same time.

Heart Eyes

- hey, what happens to your eyes?

- "Nothing, they are as always, full of my love for you," kirishimq said with a smile. That damn smile that he only dedicated to me was no longer the same, it felt plastic and false like your feelings in the last two weeks.

- Yes, I'm glad that it continues like this- I knew that it was fake, I realized that your eyes were not the same ones you had when you were in love with me, it's better to finish this before I hurt myself seeing who the person is for which your eyes are heart-shaped now.