Chapter 7: My Bitch Pose Is NEASTY.

chapter 7: my bitch pose is NEASTY.

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“… so? is that it?? he left you on read?” monoma was currently sat on your couch, his blonde hair was lying on his head like a mop and he still had his hero costume on, if he was caught in the wrong district at night, people would most definitely get the wrong idea about him.

“can you at least pretend to be interested?! i’m pouring my heart out here and you’re just making me feel like my conversation with him didn’t matter!” you shouted from the kitchen, your habit of baking whenever you were stressed was currently coming into play as you used one arm to stir the bowl of cookie dough together.

“i mean.. i think you’re being a bit dramatic. all he did was talk to you. that’s literally what any normal person would do.” he spread himself out on your couch, lying down as if he paid the bills.

“whatever, just say you hate to see me happy.” he heard the ding that signaled that the oven was ready from where he was reclined.

a knock was heard on your door, and you could hearing monoma groan as he lifted himself up off the couch, going to answer your door.

“what?” monoma said as he grabbed the door handle, hoping the person on the other side could hear him. he’d nearly shut it when he saw who was outside your residence.

“who is it, neito?!” you yelled from the kitchen, your visitors being able to hear your voice.

“just some solicitors! don’t worry, i’ll tell them to get lost.” he smiled, his pearly white teeth on display for the group to see.

they’d pushed their way past him, inhaling the scent of cookies baking as they took in your residence in all its’ glory.

japan didn’t have many gated communities, so for you to have lived in one was something rare. each house was about two stories, and for you to afford it on a streamers’ salary was insane.

“how the hell do you afford this by playing video games?!” bakugou spoke, breaking the silence that enveloped your home.

from where you stood in your kitchen, you couldn’t see who had entered until you heard his voice coming through your ears.

you’d quickly come outside, setting your timer as you very obviously ran outside, almost tripping over your feet as you straightened yourself up.

“hello everyone!” you smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks as you looked at bakugou.

“hey! we brought you some medicine for that wrist of yours. got it straight from a friend who specializes in medicine.” kirishima smiled wide, holding up a bag in one hand.

you’d grabbed it, mumbling a quick oh thank you as you stood there.

“so um, this is kinda rude but. what are you guys doing here?” you asked as they looked at you.

“well baku-.” kirishima began as bakugou subtly nudged him.

“oh. well we wanted to come see if you’d wanted to watch a movie with us.” he spoke, giving his friend a knowing grin as the latter glared at him.

“sure! i’ve got cookies baking and you guys can set up in the living room. neito will help you.” you smiled, and the group made its’ way to your array of couches.

tonight was going to be fun.

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⤹ izuku was always the first one to spot every interaction y/n had with bakugou and sero while they were backstage yesterday

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⤹ shoto is way more curious about S than y/n is

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₊˚⊹｡ 7:17 a.m. | kirishima eijirou

wc: 741

summary: when it gets too much, you’re met with the man you love.  

contains: written with f!reader in mind (but no pronouns mentioned), comfort fic, mentions of anxiety/overwhelming feelings, kiri is the best to ever

a/n: inspired by a prompt from @/nightprompts: “there it is, there’s that smile!”. willow this is for you and the immeasurable way we love this babey buff boy

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You don’t know how Kirishima does it, being all… him all the time. 

A part of you always thinks you don’t deserve it—how he meets you with tender understanding when you can’t even muster a smile. 

You should be dealing with this on your own. 

By yourself. 

Not with him having to stay home a while longer instead of starting his morning in the gym, where he can enjoy the rare time he has to himself. 

You feel terrible. 

“Sorry, it’s nothing, just—” you sigh, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your hands are still damp from washing the dishes. 

Kirishima’s presence has always been hard to miss—big, bright, and entirely all-comforting. He crosses the kitchen island to get to you now, hand reaching for the back of your head as he pushes you gently towards his chest.

It’s that familiar presence that makes you feel like crying right now. 

“Hey, hey,” he shushes, his other hand rubbing up and down your lower back, “it’s okay.”  

He’d already gotten ready for the gym when he heard the clatter, rushing out to the kitchen with his protein shaker in one hand and gym bag over his shoulder. You’d toppled over the dish soap and groaned out in frustration, watching the liquid ooze down the drain along with every bit of your self-composure. 

It was one of those things; one of those days—that feeling you’ve been having lately triggered by the simplest, most unrelated occurrence. 

Kirishima doesn’t say anything, just lets his heartbeat do the talking. Steady, grounding, like a weighted blanket wrapping itself around you. 

He’s not going to be able to squeeze in a gym session before work if he stays with you any longer like this. 

“You should go soon,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest, the dri-fit material of his muscle tank cool against your forehead. 

“In a bit,” he whispers, only holding you closer. 

There are days when words are never enough. How can you possibly explain the thoughts bouncing within the walls of your mind? How do you describe a feeling that spirals into layers upon layers of them? 

You don’t tell him of your anxieties often because you think he has enough to worry about. His job, on the day-to-day, is all about that: concerning himself with others so they don’t have to worry as much.

But you know the man you love. 

The one who watches how you make your coffee so he can leave a cup for you right before he crashes to bed from evening patrol the night before. The one who always listens, smiles as he sneaks glances to look at you sharing work-gossip while passing him the colored clothes for laundry day. 

Even without you saying anything, you know he can tell it’s been tough lately. 

Your eyes don’t shine the same and you’ve been quieter—the smile you have around him is more subdued, sometimes even forced just to make it seem like everything’s okay. 

There’s a slight sway to the way he’s holding you, a subtle lulling that he’s picked up from the times you’ve saved him from his demons too. 

You sink deeper into his chest. 

“”M sorry,” you murmur.

“For what?” his cheek rests atop your head, moving as he speaks. 

“Your gym time…” you trail off, lowering your hands to grip at his sides. 

He scoffs, “Just realized it's a rest day anyway.”

You both know he isn’t fooling anyone with it. 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he reassures you, kissing the top of your head before adjusting his embrace. He hunches lower to nuzzle your neck. 

The contemplative hum that escapes you tells him you still feel bad about it, so he gently squeezes your waist, a playful effort to ease you up. 

“Ei…” you whine. He knows you’re ticklish there. 

“Seriously, hugging you’s way better than gym time anyway.” 

You know the man you love, the one who’ll say anything to make you feel better. He feels the corners of your lips curl up against his chest, and thinks it’s just a little bit more until he gets what he wants from you. 

So he slowly inches his lips right below your ear and blows a raspberry to get you to laugh, the way he always does when he’s cuddling you. You swat at his chest almost immediately, squirming in his hold, but you’re laughing, and he hears it, then he thinks: there it is, there’s that smile. 

The one he loves putting on you.

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