Enji Needs To Be Fired As A Pro-hero So He Can Work At A Maid Cafe And I Can Grope His Fat Ass Every

enji needs to be fired as a pro-hero so he can work at a maid cafe and i can grope his fat ass every time he walks by me 

He’s so handsome~

ushi wears socks with sandals. that’s the post.

-> and they are the grandpa, high-calf, white socks.

Kiri being a soft daddy, like imagine him being a big man when he's an adult then theres soft lil' you taken by him. 👉👈 we thirsty -M

warnings: size difference

Kirishima’s soft. That’s most likely the best description of him, his character. Despite the nature of his quirk, you’ve gathered that he’s undeniably wholesome and a ridiculously kind person. Going to school with the boy has done nothing except prove this to you.

He’s handsome, too. A good looking young man who takes his appearance seriously. I mean, bleaching and dyeing his hair red on a weekly basis? You’ve never seen that boy’s roots. Not even once. He’s dedicated and you can respect that. Kirishima’s pretty tall, not a towering figure, but his height matches his build. You can appreciate that.

But it’s been years since you’ve seen him. UA was a thing of the past, a mere page in the book of your life. You’re a professional hero now, so you’ve got no time to reflect on the past with your busy schedule eating up nearly all of your time.

So, on this rare weekend off, a direct blessing from whatever deity that exists, you take it easy. Maybe a trip to the store then absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.

You stroll into your nearest grocery store and make a beeline for the cold foods. Your gaze searches the shelf for a certain brand of yogurt when a woman, a Karen, rudely squeezes herself in front of you, shoving your cart back with it. You bite your tongue, after all, you’re a hero— on duty or not.

Politely, you pull yourself back along with the buggy, unknowingly stepping on something hard while your back collides with something even harder. It’s warm.

“Oh,” the voice is deep, grumbling from his chest, the light vibrations spreading across the back of your head, which is when you abruptly pull away and jerk forward in surprise.

“I’m so sorry!” You throw your palms up, bowing your head in apology, “I didn’t see you there.”

“Didn’t see me? That’s a first,” he laughs, and your eyes immediately shoot up at the somewhat familiar voice, locking eyes with his when you realize who it is.

“Kirishi— Red Riot..!”

He scoffs playfully, rubbing the back of his neck, “Please, we used to live together. Kirishima’s just fine.” You nod, aware of the way the Karen behind you clicks her tongue and struts off. But you don’t care, you can’t. Because you’re in the presence of an absolute giant, a mammoth of a man. Your eyes are glued to his adonis-like figure.

Your eyes rake over his impressive form, head to toe. He might have been average before, but now, he’s well above it. By far.

Kirishima’s thick, solid, looks like he can bench press a fucking car. From his biceps, his shoulders, his midsection, his thighs— holy shit, his thighs are bigger than your head. They must be? Your mind races, trying to take in every last detail when he laughs again.

It’s strange, he’s built like an absolute monster, but his laugh is like sunshine, as radiant as his smile. You snap out of it, “Oh, s-sorry. It’s just.. You’ve changed a lot!”

“I hope in a good way. Can say the same about you too.” The look he gives you has you fighting back a shiver, the glint in his eyes is oddly powerful, yet still gentle. Now you know the meaning of the phrase: “My pussy is confused.”

You clear your throat, feeling a rush of blood to your cheeks, “Y-Yeah, thanks.. So,” you take a step back, and his gaze drops to your feet with a smirk, “how tall are you now anyway? You’re huge, Kirishima.”

The corners of his lips meet his eyes again, “I’ve heard that one before.”

You gulp, he continues, “Last time I measured: six foot, four inches?” You gulp again.

“Wow! Yeah, you definitely have grown a lot!” You chuckle, albeit awkwardly when you realize just how hot it is. How can the cold foods aisle feel so hot. You’re sweating. Do you need to talk to the manager? Are you a fucking Karen?

“Mhm,” he hums, dragging it out as he closes the distance between you two, “you’re pretty much the same height, yeah?”

“Yeah..” You rub your arm, the height difference is painfully obvious to you.

Kirishima pouts, “Aw, don’t say it like that.” He folds his arms, and your eyes almost bulge at how beefy they look like that, sitting directly in your line of sight when he slowly leans forward, face an inch from yours,

“I really like the difference, actually.”

okay but... rb this and tag it with your favorite haikyuu man and your top three kinks.

“why do you like this character you do know that if they existed they’d just try to kill you right” actually no they’d fall madly in love with me