We Both Like Apple Cider

we both like apple cider

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you’d walked along the hallways of your hotel, each step that you took hitting the ground with a soft thump as your jacket nearly stuck to your figure.

you’d just completed your semi-final match and you were exhausted, the tiredness evident in the way you’d moved. your track pants trailed behind you on the floor, you’d sized up so that they’d fit loosely instead of snug.

the words shiratorizawa & captain were proudly displayed alongside your back, spanning out on your jacket. if anyone had seen you right now, they’d have thought you lost.

but you’d won. you’d brought your team so far into this tournament. each and every year you’d return, hopeful. only to have your dreams crushed time and time again. but this year would be different.

it was your second year, and you were so ready to put a national title under your belt.

some could say a victory snack was well deserved, and that’s where you were currently headed.

the vending machine at the bottom of the stairs was nearly empty, something out of one of those 2000’s slideshows perhaps. and yet all the snacks were still updated regularly, it was just the fact that they were so convenient that they sold out quickly.

a boy was in front of you, tapping his foot as if he couldn’t decide what he’d wanted.

two beeps were heard as the last two jelly sticks in the machine hit the ground, you sighed.

he’d looked back at you. then at his jelly sticks. then at you.

“my bad.” he’d said, a shy smile on his face.

“s’okay.” you’d reassured him as he walked off.

you’d eyed the machine. what little snacks it had left. all of which you deemed unappetizing as you sighed and turned around, defeated.

he’d snuck up on you as you yelped.

“you want one?” he asked, holding out a grape flavored stick, the other one he’d bought was currently open and it was obvious he was halfway through eating it.

“shit! you can’t just sneak up on someone like that!”

he shrugged.

“but yeah. thank you.” you’d grabbed the outstretched stick, opening it as he watched you intently.

“so..” he’d said, you were both standing in a hallway leaned up against opposite walls.

“so.. what school do you go to?” you asked, taking a bite out of your snack.

“inarizaki.” he’d taken the last bite of his stick, crinkling up the trash.

“ah. you guys are staying on the fifth floor, right?”

“yeah. room 506.” he’d answered. it’d be easy to kidnap this guy.

the conversation was cut short, a guy with untoned blonde hair had stolen him away.

-

you didn’t have a match scheduled for the next day, but something about the guy from last night intrigued you. so when you’d seen that his school was playing against karasuno, you couldn’t help but attend the game.

he wasn’t just good, no he was great. to top it all off? he’d seen you in the inarizaki stands, cheering your heart out whenever he’d scored.

so when his team lost, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy.

he’d returned to his hotel room, angry and confused.

and he was met with a 10-pack of jelly sticks with a sticky note on top of them.

“sry about the loss. :(“

your phone number was scribbled on the bottom.

he may have lost the game, but he’d won you.

bye this is too cute omg gn i need to go outside aughhhhhhhhhhhhh

₊˚⊹｡ 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

reposted to appear in tags.

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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13 hours // katsuki bakugou smau

when you're abroad for an internship and he's starting to lose it

hey. are you alive?

your heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling of your dorm room. there you lay in bed and it was too hot and too cold. half of your body was absolutely surrounded in your pillows and blankets, while the other half was sweating.

you undoubtedly had a cold.

you also had a major test that you spent all night studying for.

karma, i guess?

so there you were, laying flat, while trying to use your phone to call one of your classmates. you just needed at least one of them to answer so they could let mr. aizawa know you weren't going to make it to the exam.

'god, why today of all days' you thought.

scrolling through your contacts, you eventually landed on kirishima's. no way your own boyfriend wouldn't answer your call.

but you also knew he was probably doing some early morning training. so you decided to leave him a couple of texts.

you: kiri im sick :(

you: can you tell aizawa so he doesnt try to kill me when i show up again

you: whenever i show up again

you: if i show up again D:

you turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. a couple minutes later, you heard a buzz from your phone, but you couldn't muster the energy to roll over again to check who it was.

a couple more minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on your door. you couldn't even bring yourself to get up, so you groaned loudly in reply, hoping whoever it was would try coming in.

you hear the doorknob twisting and the door softly creaking open. you hear some shuffling footsteps and the sound of a plastic bag in someone's hands.

"hi." the mystery person says.

you could recognize that voice anywhere.

"...i am here to be your nurse."

'god, he's such a derp' you thought before bringing your torso up from your bed to see,

"KIRI!" you exclaim.

"hi baby." he says, smiling brightly at you. he points at the plastic bag in his hands.

"i brought you some medicine and porridge." kirishima sets it down at a table before going towards your bed.

"oh, don't touch me, i'm all sick, haha." you say, putting your hands up, waving them defensively.

kirishima gently grabs your wrists, "it's okay."

he puts your wrist down before going to the plastic bag to get something. you flop back down onto your mattress and exhale deeply.

a couple minutes go by, kirishima is still fumbling around in the plastic bag, and you're still lying down in silence.

"hey. are you alive? you haven't said a peep!" kirishima teases, before walking back around to your bed. he was holding a damp cloth. he brought one of his hands to your back, helping you up. his hand rests on your back as he hands you the cloth. you bring it up to your forehead.

"wait. is it too hot or too cold, or should i-" kirishima panics.

"it's perfect." you respond, a soft smile on your face. a blush creeps up onto kirishima's face before he quickly turns around.

"LET ME GET YOU THAT PORRIDGE BEFORE IT GETS COLD" he exclaims.

you noticed the awkwardness in his voice and your eyes scanned the room in a somewhat confusion.

you chuckle to yourself before bringing the washcloth down, somewhat in shame.

"this is humiliating." you say in disappointment. here you were, being a nuisance to your boyfriend, when you knew that there was a still a big exam that he could be preparing for.

kirishima swiftly turned around, bowl of porridge in hand, and walked back up to your side.

"um excuse me." kirishima started "there is nothing humiliating about needing a little help. also, you're sick! it's only the manly thing for me to help my beautiful girlfriend."

he brought a spoonful of porridge up to your mouth, and you, in defeat, opened your mouth. kirishima fed you the porridge until the bowl was empty. he whispered little affirmations like "good job" "there you go" as you ate.

you then asked, "so you're not mad at me?"

kirishima looked at you in confusion.

"mad at you? my girlfriend? mad at my girlfriend for being sick?"

kirishima set the bowl down on your bedside table before sitting down on his knees beside your bed.

"you're sick. that's not your fault. im just here to take care of you. okay?"

you huff. "okay" you gently replied.

kirishima got up, giving you a forehead kiss.

"now, as much as i'd love to be your little nurse all day, i still have a test to take."

you smile up at him.

"mmkay. i'll be waiting for you." you say.

"just rest for me." kirishima says, before walking out your dorm, shutting the door behind him.

your heavy-lidded eyes soon shut, feeling relaxed. you take a nice nap, waiting for your lovely boyfriend to return.

-

when you wake up, your eyes are met to kirishima, leaning his head on your bed, asleep! he was knelt down by your bedside, arms folded acting like a cushion for his head.

you brush his bright red locks out of his eyes and stare lovingly back.

his eyes flutter open.

"hi again," you say.

me when sick y/n needs her manly bf to take care of her (>'-'<)

guys i need to bake a cake with ochako.

like now.

i need to help her mix the ingredients and jokingly throw flour at her.

i need her to wipe off the cake batter off of my face while i’m sitting on the counter

i need to fight with her over who gets to eat the leftover frosting on the spoon.

(in my mind we are best best friends and also toga is still alive and yes the cake is for toga and also maybe i am just craving cake omfg send help it’s literally 12:37am)

006. PICK ONE

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NOTES⭑.ᐟ

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

⤹ hitoshi is lowkey would rather that y/n end up with sero than bakugou (if ever)

⤹ izuku is 100% a bakugou stan

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

⤹ every playlist that S sends to y/n, he's the artist behind the playlist covers! it's one of his hobbies other than being a music geek

PUSH AND PULL

➢ for a while now, she's had feelings for the online friend she met months ago through similar preferences in music. they get along well, and he seems to take interest in her too. until she caught the attention of her favorite band's drummer, katsuki bakugou. who would be the victor of her heart in the end?

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