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The manliest man ✨
I couldn't sleep last night, so I figured I would draw something while I waited for my sleep meds to kick in
The manliest man ✨
Rock-Solid Wishes || Eijiro Kirishima x f!Reader
Summary: you and the rest of Class 1-A prepare a surprise party for Kirishima
Author: Bear & Cass
A/N: since our beloved Red Riot has a birthday today, we decided to write a little fluffy fic to celebrate the occasion 💗💗
Kirishima Eijiro woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring a cacophony of noise in his ear. It was another day, just like any other day, or so he thought. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.
Today was his birthday, a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone in his class. After all, they were all heroes-in-training with plenty of their own concerns. And birthdays, well, they were just another day, right?
But as he sat up in bed, that nagging feeling persisted. He looked around his room, noticing the familiar posters of his favorite heroes on the walls, and it hit him: he felt alone. It wasn't the kind of loneliness that came from a lack of company; it was the absence of a connection, a feeling of being adrift.
Slipping on his uniform, Kirishima made his way to the common area, still pondering what to do with his day. He'd never been one to seek attention or make a fuss about his own birthday.
"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!” You waved at him from the couch, while enjoying some fancy morning tea that Momo decided to make.
Kaminari approached Kirishima right after your little greeting. "Heey there, man! You are up a little later than usual. You good?"
Kirishima grinned at your greeting, "Morning, Y/N-chan!"
Turning to Kaminari, he chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I slept in a bit. Just needed some extra rest, you know?"
Mina, who was practically bouncing with energy, couldn't help herself, "Hey! How was your night? Did you dream of anything exciting?"
Midoriya chimed in, "Yeah, Kirishima, did you have any cool dreams?"
Kirishima blinked and chuckled, the warmth of his friends' greetings filling the room. "Well, I might have had a dream about climbing a giant, unbreakable mountain, but other than that, it was just a regular night. Thanks for asking, guys!"
Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. "Only he could dream about something that stupid."
"Giant, unbreakable wall. Sounds just like you, Kirishima. Here, something for a good morning," Momo said, handing him a cup of warm tea.
"Hey, what's with that uniform, man?," Denki asked, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's shoulders and tugging on his tie slightly. "Don't you know we have a day off today? No need to be all fancy today."
Kirishima chuckled at Bakugo's comment. "Well, it's a dream, right? No rules in dreamland."
Taking the cup of tea from Momo, he nodded gratefully, "Thanks, Yaoyorozu!"
He grinned when Denki pointed out his uniform, "Oh yeah? Why? Nevermind. My bad then! Guess I got caught up in the routine. Thanks, dude." Kirishima loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button, feeling more at ease.
Midoriya smiled, "It's nice to have a day off for a change, right, Kirishima? We can just relax and do whatever we want!"
Tokoyami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, added, "Indeed. It's a chance to recharge and be ourselves outside of our hero duties."
"Yes, we can take a break from tests and Aizawa-sensei being scary," you sighed before taking a sip of the delicious tea.
"From what Iida said, Aizawa-sensei was needed somewhere. Some kind of emergency, and since 1-A is the best class there is, Nezu decided to let us have a day off," Sero explained.
"OH! I know! We can go out somewhere! Just have some fun while we have the day off!" Uraraka said excitedly. "Deku, let's go, and we can take Kirishima with us!"
Kirishima grinned at the prospect of a day off from tests and Aizawa's stern supervision. "Yeah, a break from the hero grind sounds awesome."
He chuckled when Sero shared the reason for their day off, "Leave it to Nezu-senpai to come up with a plan like that."
When Uraraka suggested going out for some fun, Kirishima's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea, Uraraka! I'm in! Let's make the most of our day off!"
Mina leaned in, whispering to Uraraka, "Don't forget, we gotta make sure Kirishima has an extra great day today. I'm super curious about his reaction."
"Don't worry. Just let us know when we can bring him back," Uraraka whispered and then turned to Kirishima. "Eijiro, I bet you know about some interesting places we can visit today."
Kirishima nodded, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's this cool park nearby. It's got a really nice walking trail and some fun activities. We could go check that out, or if there's anywhere else you guys want to go, I'm up for it!"
He was eager to spend the day with his friends, especially if it involved having a good time and relaxing.
"Sounds fun! Let's go there, and then we'll see what we can do next. But you should change first, Kirishima," she suggested.
Denki patted his back. "She's right! It would be a shame to get your school uniform all dirty."
Kirishima grinned, appreciating the concern of his friends. "You're right. I'll change into something more suitable for a day of fun at the park. Thanks, guys!"
Kirishima quickly changed into a red T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. He returned with his usual enthusiastic grin and ready for a day of fun. "All set and ready to go!"
"We are ready too!" Ochaco waved at him while standing near the door with Izuku. "Oh, I am so excited! Let's go, let's go!"
"Have fun, Kirishima-kun! You two as well!" you said loudly.
Kirishima joined Uraraka and Midoriya by the door, and as they headed out, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. "Yeah, let's go have a blast!"
At the park, they had a great time playing on the swings, going for a walk along the picturesque trail, and trying out the various park activities. The day was filled with laughter and fun, a well-deserved break from their hero training.
"Aaaaaaaaaand, they are out," you put your cup away and immediately got up from the sofa. "Mina? Sero? Denki? Do you have everything?" you asked.
The boys nodded eagerly. "Heck yeah, we do! I've never spent so much money on birthday decorations, but for my man Kirishima, it's worth it. I'll go grab them from my room," Denki summed up and ran to his room with Sero right behind him.
"Y/N?" Momo looked at you. "What about the cake? Sato can't join us, and he is the best when it comes to baking."
You only gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, I have plan B!"
Just moments later, you were standing next to Bakugo. "Ooooh, Kachan..."
Bakugo twitched and immediately growled. "Don't call me that! The hell do you want?"
"Well, we need a cake for Kiri, and you are one of the few people who actually know their way around the kitchen, so," you said as sweetly as you could.
"Nope," he shook his head.
Tokoyami looked at them from the couch, "Bakugo, are you saying you can't handle a simple cake? I'll even bet on it."
Mina continued decorating, creating a lively and colorful birthday atmosphere.
You gave him a smug smile, knowing full well this would work.
"I mean, even Izuku can bake a cake, but I guess it's too much for our Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."
"Shut up, bird face! And you two weirdo!" Bakugo snapped. "Fine! You want a cake for weird hair, then fine! I need basic stuff and lots of chocolate, and find me Icy-Hot. I'll need his quirk."
"You got it!" Nodding eagerly, you gave a thumbs-up to Tokoyami.
Tokoyami couldn't help but smile as he witnessed Bakugo grudgingly accept the challenge. He knew that Bakugo's pride would push him to prove he could bake a cake.
As he got up to go find Shoto, he was surprised to see Shoto entering the common room with a paper bag in hand. "Well, it seems like everyone's pitching in for Kirishima's birthday. Good timing, Todoroki."
Shoto nodded, his usual calm demeanor. "I heard you need a hand with preparations. I went to the store for paper hats. I thought it would add to the celebration."
"Bakugo needs you," Tokoyami gave Shoto a glance.
Shoto raised an eyebrow, his usual stoic expression revealing a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Bakugo to ask for his help, but he simply nodded and walked casually toward the kitchen. He was willing to assist since it was for Kirishima's special day.
"I don't need him, but I need his damn quirk," Bakugo rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I'll need it for preparing chocolate."
You quickly ran to your room and brought back all the stuff Bakugo requested for the cake. "Oh, Shoto! Wonderful idea. Paper hats will be perfect. Thank you so much. I just hope Tsu and Iida will be back soon with snacks, and I also got this shooting confetti for everyone."
Shoto approached Bakugo with a somewhat puzzled expression, his head tilted slightly to one side. He wasn't entirely sure how to assist Bakugo in this baking endeavor, but he was eager to help. He quietly awaited instructions, resembling a curious puppy unsure of what to do next. "So?"
Bakugo scoffed and snatched the bag from your hands. "Just follow my lead, Icy-Hot."
You jumped in your place, clapping your hands. Everything was slowly settling in its place like a puzzle! Everyone was eager to make this day special for Kiri.
While the cake was slowly prepared and decorations found their rightful places, you went to Jiro, who promised to prepare a CD for the birthday party.
Shoto continued to work with Bakugo, carefully heating the bowl of chocolate, ensuring it reached the right consistency. He occasionally scooped a bit to taste, emitting a contented hum as he did.
Jiro had finished preparing the CD and had set up the audio equipment in the common room. Everything was coming together nicely for Kirishima's birthday celebration. "I hope he'll like the music," said the girl.
"I bet he will! I picked his favorite bands!" You assured, clapping your hands.
The only sound you could hear in the common room was everyone's chatter as they prepared the surprises. There was also the sound of Bakugo yelling in the kitchen, but it's not like it could surprise anyone.
Everything was coming together as you had planned, and you were so grateful for your friends.
Mina, with the assistance of Tokoyami and Denki, had finished setting up the decorations.
Iida arrived with snacks, further contributing to the festive atmosphere.
Meantime, Kirishima eventually realized he hadn't eaten yet and his stomach rumbled. He turned to his friends. "Hey, how about we return to the dorm? I'm hungry..." The boy asked.
Midoriya nodded, sitting on a swing. "Sure!"
Ochaco checked her phone, seeing information from you and Mina that the party is ready. She poked Izuku and nodded her head, letting him know they could go back.
Back at the dorm, you made sure everything was as it should be. The only thing that made you worried was the cake since it looked like a rock and it was hard.
"Don't worry, dumbass! It's a good cake, it just has a thick layer of chocolate, so it looks like a rock. There's regular sponge cake with cream under it," Bakugo said.
"Wooooow! Look at that! Bakubro is really good in the kitchen! Not only with cooking!" Denki gasped, looking over your shoulder. All you could do is agree with him.
"Everyone! Lights out! Hide and get your confetti cannons, they are almost here!" Iida yelled.
You looked at Denki and quickly went to hide.
Bakugo wasn't really interested, so he just crouched down behind the counter.
Sero turned off the light, and everyone went quiet.
Kirishima, Uraraka, and Midoriya returned to the dorm, and Kirishima couldn't help but feel surprised by the quiet and darkness. Something wasn't clearly okay. "Where is everyone?" Kirishima whispered. "What if something happened when we were gone?!"
Midoriya put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "I think it's just the issue with electricity."
"Yes... I will go check," claimed Uraraka.
Quietly, they joined the others, receiving their own confetti cannons and party hats.
You counted to three, and then the lights went on. Everyone jumped out of their hiding spots and yelled, "Happy birthday, Eijiro!" while firing their cannons, bringing a colorful shower upon Kirishima.
Mina was one of the first to reach Kirishima, jumping at him and hugging him tightly, her excitement contagious. "All the best, birthday boy!"
Todoroki unleashed a mix of icy and fiery sparks beside shooting from his confetti cannon, creating a spectacular display.
Tokoyami's Dark Shadow picked Kirishima up, and the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. "Long live the Red Riot!"
Kirishima's eyes lit up with surprise and happiness as he took in the wonderful birthday surprise prepared by his friends. "Oh God, guys!!"
"C'mon! Don't tell us that you thought we forgot," Denki laughed. "How could we forget the birthday of our best buddy!"
You nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro!" you yelled, jumping happily.
"C'mon, put him down. It's cake time," Bakugo said, placing the cake on the table. "You'll need this," he added, handing Kirishima a little wooden hammer.
Kirishima beamed with excitement and gratitude, truly touched by the heartfelt surprise from his friends. "You guys are the best! I had no idea you were planning all this."
He accepted the little wooden hammer from Bakugo, ready to take on the cake. "Thanks, Katsuki! Let's do this!" Kirishima's enthusiasm was infectious, and he raised the wooden hammer, preparing to strike the unique cake.
Everyone watched, excited to see the cake on the inside when the main door suddenly opened, grabbing everyone's attention.
Aizawa walked in, holding Eri by the hand. "Oh, don't mind me. I just brought one more guest who wanted to wish Kirishima a happy birthday. Go on, just like I told you," Shota encouraged.
Eri nodded and walked up to Kirishima. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro! I hope all your wishes will come true!" the girl said.
All the girls melted seeing Eri being a sweetheart, and some of the boys did too!
Kirishima couldn't hold back his emotions as he hugged Eri tightly. "Thank you so much, Eri-chan! That's really sweet of you. I'm so happy you came!"
Dark Shadow started the CD player and some lively music could be heard, and the party continued with laughter, fun, and a heartwarming sense of togetherness.
After sharing the cake and even more wishes, everyone brought Kirishima a gift. Even Eri got him something small. The biggest surprise was that Bakugo actually had a gift for him. The only person who didn't give him a gift was you.
You caught Kirishima and gave him a tight hug. "Happy Birthday, Kiri! I hope you're enjoying yourself! It's your special day!"
Kirishima held you close, feeling truly grateful for the friends he had. "I'm having an amazing day, Y/N. Thanks to all of you, it's the best birthday ever."
"Oh, don't thank me! I couldn't have pulled it off without our wonderful friends!" You giggled, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I'm so happy you like it, Kiri!"
Kirishima sat in his dorm room, feeling content and exhausted after the wonderful surprise party thrown by his friends. He reflected on the day and couldn't help but smile. It had been a birthday to remember, filled with love and laughter. Now, he was ready to rest and recharge for the days to come.
You knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.
Kirishima called out from inside, "Come in!"
"Well, hello there, birthday boy," you said, entering the room and closing the door behind yourself. "How do you feel after the great birthday party?"
Kirishima gave you a warm smile. "I feel amazing, honestly. It was the best birthday ever. Thanks to all our friends and, of course, to you for planning it all. I couldn't have asked for a better day."
You walked to him and hugged him tightly. "I was worried you would be upset with us pretending it's just a regular day. You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it so much."
Kirishima returned the hug, holding you close. "Mad? Nah, I thought it was awesome! You all really got me there. And, honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have friends like ours, and to have you in my life. It was perfect."
"My Kiri," you smiled and kissed his temple. "Oh! Right! Wait." After a moment, you presented him with a box. "I wanted to give it to you when we are alone."
Kirishima looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He took it from you and carefully opened it, revealing the contents.
It was a cute, handmade keychain of Crimson Riot. "Happy Birthday again, Eijiro," you said quietly.
Kirishima examined the keychain with a bright smile. "This is amazing! Thank you so much. It's perfect, just like you." He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, expressing his gratitude and affection, rubbing his nose against yours later.
You giggled, rubbing your noses together. "I bet you're tired. How about some evening cuddles? Just to cap off this fine day?"
Kirishima nodded, agreeing to the idea of ending his special day with some sweet cuddles. The two of you snuggled up together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep. It truly had been a fantastic birthday, and Eijiro couldn't have asked for a better way to end it.
Spooky Encounter || Kirishima x f!Reader
Summary: Kirishima and you made the decision to explore an eerie, abandoned mansion, well-known for its haunted reputation
Warnings: None
Word count: 1421
Author: Bear
Kirishima Eijiro, the tough and sturdy hero from Class 1-A at U.A. High School, had always been a guy who loved a good challenge. Kirishima and his girlfriend were eagerly anticipating Halloween. You decided to spend the evening exploring an abandoned mansion that had long been rumored to be haunted. The dilapidated structure was said to have a dark and eerie history, which made it the perfect setting for a spooky adventure. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon began to cast eerie shadows on the mansion, Kirishima and his girlfriend, Y/N, arrived at the foreboding place. You approached the decrepit entrance, vines and thorns curling around the wrought-iron gate. Kirishima, always the fearless one, flashed a grin and said, "Ready for a spooky adventure, Y/N?"
You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement and a hint of trepidation. The rusty gate creaked open, and you ventured into the dark property.
As they stepped through the gate, Kirishima couldn't help but notice how the wind seemed to whisper in eerie voices. The old mansion's windows were shattered, and the overgrown garden was filled with skeletal, leafless trees. Cobwebs adorned the dilapidated entrance, and the air was heavy with the scent of decay.
"Kirishima, this place is seriously creepy," you whispered, rubbing your shoulders. Kirishima, trying to appear brave, put his arm around you and reassured you, "Don't worry, I'm here to protect you, babe. It's all for fun. Plus Ultra, right?"
Inside, the atmosphere was even more foreboding. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling inside as well, and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath your feet. It was as if the house itself groaned in agony.
You led the way, a small flashlight guiding your path. The dim, flickering light created eerie shapes that seemed to come to life.
"Why did I agree to this?" Kirishima muttered under his breath. He couldn't help but grip his girlfriend's arm a little tighter.
The couple explored room after room, their hearts racing at every unexpected sound. It was in a dusty, cobweb-covered library that you made your first chilling discovery. A book lay open on a lectern, its pages filled with strange symbols.
You picked it up, your eyes alight with curiosity. "This is amazing!" you exclaimed. "I wonder what it says, I don't know ancient Japanese unfortunately..."
Kirishima, being a protective and loyal boyfriend, couldn't let you dive into the unknown alone. He scanned the pages, his crimson eyes catching a passage that sent a chill down his spine. "The souls of the damned haunt this place, seeking release. To banish them, one must sacrifice something of great value," Kirishima read aloud.
The words hung in the air, and the room suddenly felt colder. Your eyes widened, and you looked at Kirishima with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Do you think it's true?" you whispered.
Kirishima, although typically the fearless one, felt a lump in his throat. He was a hero who had faced villains, but this was something entirely different.
The realization that the abandoned mansion might hold something more than a simple spooky adventure began to sink in. Kirishima and you exchanged uneasy glances, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the old library's walls.
"You don't think we stumbled upon something supernatural, do you?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.
Kirishima took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, determined to protect his girlfriend. "I'm not sure, Y/N, but let's be cautious. If there's something here, we'll face it together."
With that resolve, you decided to continue your exploration of the mansion, keeping the mysterious book with you. As you ventured further into the dilapidated building, the air grew colder, and you could hear faint whispers again, like faint echoes from a distant time. The oppressive atmosphere weighed on you as you descended deeper into the darkness.
In one room, you discovered a dusty portrait hanging crookedly on the wall. It depicted a family from another era, their faces etched with sorrow. The longer Kirishima and you stared at it, the more you felt like the eyes in the painting were following your every move.
"We should get out of here," you suggested, unnerved by the strange sensation.
Kirishima nodded, but just as you turned to leave, the door slammed shut with a deafening, echoing thud. Panic surged through you both as you realized you were trapped. Kirishima tried to open the door but unfortunately, the doorknob stayed in his hand. "We need to find another way out," Kirishima said, his voice steady despite the mounting fear. He led you to other door in the room, and using them you went out on another long, narrow corridor.
You continued through the mansion, trying doors, but each one led to a new disturbing discovery. In one room, you found a collection of old dolls, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the abyss. In another, you stumbled upon a room filled with forgotten letters, each one chronicling the tragic history of the mansion's former occupants.
As you explored deeper into the mansion, seeking the exit, the whispers grew louder, forming words that sounded like cries for help.
"Dark and cold...."
"Bastard!"
"No peace...."
Kirishima and you could feel a presence around you, a force that seemed to feed on your fear.
Your flashlight beams fell on a narrow staircase leading to the basement. Hesitant but driven by the need to escape, you descended into the darkness. The basement was even colder, and your breaths turned to mist in the air.
Suddenly, you came upon a room filled with chains and shackles, remnants of a dark history that sent shivers down your spines. In the center of the room, you found a peculiar-looking stone altar, and next to it, a small, ancient-looking box.
You reached for the box, your hand trembling. "This must be what the book was talking about. The sacrifice."
Before you could open the box, the room's temperature dropped drastically, and you heard a mournful wail, echoing through the basement. A spectral figure began to materialize in front of you, its presence dark and malevolent.
Panicking, Kirishima and you realized that, in some way, you had awakened something ancient and vengeful. The ghostly figure reached out toward you, and in that moment, Kirishima knew he had to act.
With a determined expression, Kirishima pushed you behind him, shielding you from the ghostly entity. "We can't let it consume us, Y/N. Whatever this thing is, it's our greatest challenge yet!!"
You nodded, your fear replaced by determination. You opened the box after some struggles, revealing an old, golden key inside. With it, you managed to unlock the shackles in the room, and as you did, the ghostly figure's form began to waver.
With a final, powerful blast of courage, you used the key to unbind the spirits trapped in the mansion, releasing them from their torment. As the ghostly figure dissipated into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence, a wave of relief washed over Kirishima and you. But at the same time, the adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through your veins caught up with you. Trembling, your shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in your eyes.
"It's okay, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You're safe now. I've got you, and we're getting out of here."
His soothing words and the strength of his hug began to calm your racing heart. You clung to him, allowing the fear and anxiety to ebb away as he held you close. In Kirishima's arms, you felt protected and loved, and that was all you needed at this moment of vulnerability.
As your sobs slowly subsided, Kirishima continued to hold you, his touch a source of strength and comfort. He didn't rush you or push you to speak; he simply held you close, allowing you the time to process the intense emotions. "Whatever it was, it's gone. Don't worry, babe."
The oppressive atmosphere began to lift, and the whispers faded away. The mansion, once so foreboding, seemed to sigh with relief.
Kirishima and you knew you had faced a truly supernatural challenge and come through it together. You exited the mansion, hand in hand, knowing that your bond had grown stronger through this spine-chilling Halloween adventure.
As you stepped out into the cool night, you couldn't help but share a relieved and affectionate smile. You might have uncovered a dark secret, but you had also proven that love and courage could conquer even the most haunted of places.
Decorating Christmas tree with Kirishima
Summary: a few headcanons and a short drabble about decorating a Christmas tree with your boyfriend Kirishima 🎄
Author: Bear
Kirishima approaches Christmas tree decorating with the same level of enthusiasm he has for hero battles. He makes a detailed plan, complete with a rough sketch of how he envisions the tree's final look.
No decorating session is complete without Kirishima's curated holiday playlist blasting in the background. Expect a mix of classic carols and upbeat tunes that reflect his lively personality. Mariah Carey's on as well.
Kirishima insists on incorporating red and black ribbons, inspired by his hero costume. To him, every element should reflect strength and resilience.
Kirishima turns hanging ornaments into a mini-challenge, attempting to hang them with the utmost precision. He even playfully challenges you to a friendly competition to see who can hang the most ornaments without them falling.
Kirishima suggests creating some DIY decorations together. He's all about teamwork and bonding, so expect to find yourselves making personalized ornaments that represent your shared experiences.
Kirishima takes the opportunity to dress in festive attire, sporting a Santa hat or reindeer antlers.
Before placing any decorations, Kirishima takes a moment to inspect the tree, ensuring it's sturdy and ready for the holiday battle of aesthetics.
Kirishima is in charge of handling the lights, carefully draping them around the tree. He ensures they flow gracefully and don't get tangled.
Throughout the process, Kirishima reminisces about past holidays and shares stories.
Once the tree is fully decorated, Kirishima can't resist striking a heroic victory pose beside the masterpiece. He insists on a commemorative photo to capture the festive triumph, making it a cherished memory for the both of you.
You found yourself in the cozy living room, surrounded by the warm embrace of holiday decorations.
Kirishima, your energetic and passionate boyfriend, was bubbling with excitement as the two of you prepared to decorate the Christmas tree together.
The scent of pine filled the air as you unpacked boxes of ornaments and lights.
Kirishima's eyes sparkled with festive fervor. "Babe, this tree is gonna be the most awesome one ever! Plus Ultra Christmas, here we come!"
You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Sure thing, Eijiro! How about we start with these candy cane lights?" you suggested, holding up a string of red and white lights.
Kirishima began to drape them around the tree. "Carefully, carefully," he whispered to himself with his tongue sticking out a little.
Soon you began to unwrap delicate glass ornaments, and Kirishima's strong, calloused hands carefully took hold of the fragile decorations. "Gotta be gentle with these, right?" he grinned, his red hair catching the warm glow of the lights.
As you adorned the tree with ornaments, Kirishima couldn't resist teasing. "You know, our tree is as tough as me! Unbreakable tree and decorations for an unbreakable hero!" Kirishima playfully flexed his muscles.
"I just love how positive you are about preparing everything," you mused sweetly, giving him a look.
Amidst the laughter and playful banter, a soft melody of holiday tunes played in the background ("All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey).
As the tree began to take shape, you noticed a thoughtful expression on Kirishima's face. "You know, the holidays are about spreading warmth and joy. Just like us heroes do for people every day."
While decorating, you couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his crimson eyes gleaming with the joy of the season.
"How about we add some glitter for that extra sparkle?" you proposed, holding up a container of sparkling gold dust.
"Glitter! Yeah! Let's do it!" Kirishima grinned, letting you sprinkle glitter over the tree. The soft glow of the lights caught the glitter, creating a magical shimmer.
As you stepped back to admire your work, Kirishima wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Our tree will be the best, just like us," he declared proudly.
You both shared a quiet moment appreciating the significance of the season. The room was filled not only with the soft glow of Christmas lights but also with the warmth of shared moments and love.
With the tree now fully adorned, Kirishima looked at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Our Christmas tree is a masterpiece! Just like our relationship, right?"
You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments you shared with Kirishima. The room seemed to glow with a magical aura, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. "It's truly beautiful, Kiri!"
As you both sat on the couch, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree, Kirishima pulled you into a warm embrace. "Merry early Christmas, my love. Here's to many more holidays together, full of laughter and love! Mind taking a quick pic for my Insta? Gotta show off our epic Christmas tree!"
He went back to the tree, and struck a pose, flexing his muscles.
You snapped a few shots for him. "There, I'm sure your fans will love it."
"Thanks! But the one I want to post is with you. C'mere."
He took his phone grom you, adjusting the angle to frame both of you and the tree. As you stood side by side, Kirishima wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, kissing your cheek. The lights and ornaments created a festive backdrop for the photo.
Click! The camera captured the moment, freezing it in time. Kirishima eagerly checked the photo, a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is truly delightful. I couldn't have wished for anything more this Christmas."
1st Universe!!
Always without socks!
1st Universe!!
The youngest of the Kirishimas of this universe!!
Doodle dump!⚡
I discovered a new drawing technique and it ended up doing wonders for my art :) it was just meant to be a little exercise but I got carried away lol
Okay but like, Kaminari is totally that one kid at the lunch table who eats the most random almost inedible shit just to make his friends laugh or gag. Cue Shinso and Kirishima screeching at him to stop when he picks up the milk and pours ranch in it
assigning random core memories i have to mha characters (part 1)
not realizing my hamster was dead for three days, and continuing to feed him and change his water - sero
keeping my entire ninth grade history class updated about the drama with my crush - mina
learning how to photoshop in fourth grade so i could edit myself with justin bieber - todoroki
dropping melted cheese all over my pants and getting hit by an orange at lunch in the same day - deku
recording the entirety of my harvest moon tale of two towns childbirth on my ipod - kirishima
—el Hanahaki es una enfermedad que afecta a personas con un amor no correspondido, no hay una edad en especifico donde sea más propensa a surgir, ni un sexo en especifico— el profesor explicaba con una voz monótona aquel tema como si fuera la primera vez que nos lo enseñan. Cada año sin falta metían ese tema al plan de estudios, nos lo sabíamos al derecho y al revés —Al no ser correspondidos el corazón comienza a producir una sustancia conocida como "hana-byō", al mes de contraer la enfermedad quien la padece comienza a toser pétalos de flores, a los tres meses comienzan los problemas respiratorios, a los cinco meses tallos de flores comienzan a crecer al rededor del corazón— ahí el profesor detuvo su explicación, nunca nos explicaban más allá de eso.
Alguien a mi lado levanto su mano —¿que ocurre después de los cinco meses? Nunca nos han querido explicar eso.
—ese es un tema delicado y no todos se sienten cómodos hablando de ellos, menos si alguien cercano padeció el hanahaki— todos lo miraban a la espera de que continuara con la explicación, suspiró y siguió hablando —los tallos siguen creciendo mientras aplastan lentamente el corazón e invaden otros órganos, para ese punto quien lo padece ya no puede respiran sin ayuda, sufre taquicardia por el esfuerzo del corazón en cumplir con su función, y las "mariposas en el estomago" se convierten en avispas, pierden la capacidad del habla y el dolor les impide ser racionales, se convierten en seres llenos de dolor incapaces de pensar. Algunos creen que para ese momento lo único que ronda por sus cabezas es aquella persona que no les correspondió. Al final mueren.
El salón se hundió en un profundo silencio donde el tictac del reloj se clavaba en nuestras cabezas. El hanahaki parecía lo peor que le podía pasar a las personas. Fue en ese momento cuando comprendimos el porque nos mantuvieron en secreto las consecuencias del hana-byō. No querían que le tuviéramos miedo al amor. No querían asustarnos.
—el hanahaki puede curarse con una operación, pero eso involucra dejar atrás todos los sentimientos que lo provocaron. Olvidando a la persona que amaron.
Nadie se movía, nadie reaccionaba, y el profesor solo nos veía sintiéndose culpable de todos y cada uno de los pensamientos que pasaron por nuestra cabeza.
"El amor duele"
∞∞∞
Ya había pasado un año desde que aquel profesor nos habló del hanahaki. Un año de temerle a conocer a aquella persona que se robara mi aliento y que me provocara mariposas en el estomago porque le temía a perder ese aliento y a las avispas que invadirían mi interior.
En aquella época la relación que mantenía con mis compañeros se fue alejando hasta volverse casi nula, no cruzábamos palabras, nadie se hablaba, aquellos que mantenían una relación igualmente acabaron por separarse. Todos le temían a las relaciones. Todos le temían al amor.
Luego de graduarme entré a la Yuuei, esperaba no encontrar a ninguno de mis antiguos compañeros y que revivieran esos amargos recuerdos de la secundaria. Aunque me terminé topando con una chica, aquella chica me parecía la persona más genial y masculina que había conocido. Su nombre era Mina, nos volvimos cercanos, tanto que acabamos tomando la decisión de iniciar una relación, en ese momento comprendíamos nuestros sentimientos y el hanahaki no nos preocupaba, confiábamos el uno en el otro, pero lo que creímos que era amor no era nada más que un estúpido intento de no estar solos.
Acabamos tomando caminos diferentes, nos enfocamos en nuestros estudios y pasatiempos, tiempo después dejó Yuuei para estudiar en una academia de baile. Todo terminó en buenos términos, pero el vacío en el corazón igual apareció. Sabía que ella era feliz haciendo lo que amaba y con la nueva persona que llegó a ocupar su corazón. Y yo... Yo tenía a Kaminari, el único amigo que había hecho además de Mina, y como ella, él no tardó en alejarse de igual forma cuando conoció a quien él llamaba "el amor de su vida", era tan feliz estando a su lado que no dije nada cuando comenzó a distanciarse.
—A partir de hoy tendrán un nuevo compañero... Adelante, puedes presentarte— la voz calmada y desganada del profesor fue opacada por la voz del nuevo estudiante.
—me llamo Bakugo Katsuki.
—con eso es suficiente, al fondo hay un asiento vacío.
Él camino hasta su lugar, justo al lado del mío. Miraba al suelo, caminaba algo encorvado y su uniforme estaba desarreglado, daba una muy mala primera impresión.
En todo el día no cruzó palabras con nadie, solo tomaba notas, murmuraba cosas que estoy seguro de que eran malas palabras y miraba al suelo. Para ser honesto, me daba algo de miedo.
Hay casualidades que no esperas, como encontrarte a tu ex-suegro en la tienda o llevar la misma playera que otras personas en una reunión, pero de todas esas casualidades el toparme a Bakugo mientras iba camino a casa no era algo que esperaba que sucediera. Cuando chocó su hombro con el mío imaginé cientos de escenario donde yo salía herido. Pero en lugar de eso el solo se disculpó, desvió la mirada y se dio la vuelta. Justo ahí mi percepción sobre lo que era un chico rudo y antipático cambió, no parecía alguien malo, solo era alguien marginado, asocial, distante, alguien que se parecía a mi.
Intenté mil y un cosas para acercarme a él, pero solo me ignoraba.
—hey, Bakugo...
—vete a la mierda— no cruzábamos palabras además de eso.
El tiempo pasaba, las hojas caían y el frío cubría el ambiente. El café en mis manos era lo que me brindaba calor y me salvaba de morir congelado en aquella ruidosa cafetería, que era un poco, solo un poco, más calidad que el salón de clases. Aunque en esos momentos, donde me debatía sobre seguir disfrutando mi café o seguir estudiando para los exámenes, el frío era lo de menos.
Dejé caer mi cabeza contra la mesa, no entendía nada y mi café se enfriaba.
—oye, shittyhair... ¿tu... Ehhh... Necesitas ayuda?— al sentir los toques en mi hombro y su voz llamándome levanté la cabeza, la luz de los ventanales iluminaba su cabello y hacía que sus ojos brillaran como fuego, era la calidez que quería sentir cada día, cada amanecer y anochecer. Ver esos ojos me hizo sentir calor en aquella helada mañana.
—si...
—hazme un espacio en la mesa— moví mis cuadernos, mi café y me recorrí en el asiento para dejarle el lugar.
—¿con qué tienes problemas?
—matemáticas...
—deja de susurrar, me irritas— hasta ese comentario no me había percatado de lo bajo que estaba hablando, ni de lo retraído que estaba, parecía a la defensiva esperando cualquier ataque de Bakugo, en cambio el se mostraba tan natural, sin ningún miedo ante la plática.
—lo siento, por cierto, soy Kirishima.
—me da igual. Dame tu cuaderno— pasamos toda la hora del almuerzo estudiando, era algo rudo a la hora de explicar, pero a la vez era amable.
—¿podríamos... Tu... Digo... Salida... Ehh...
—solo dilo.
—¿a la salida podemos reunirnos a estudiar?
—claro, no tengo nada que hacer luego de clases.
Nuestras reuniones continuaron volviéndose cada vez más frecuentes, ya no solo estudiábamos, pasábamos tardes enteras hablando, compartiendo nuestros intereses y volviéndonos más cercanos. Las tardes frías eran cálidas a su lado.
Bakugo era el fuego ardiente que llegó a iluminar mi vida, quien llegó a sacarme de la soledad y quien me hizo dejar el miedo al amor en el olvido. Ya no le temía al hanahaki. Ya no le temía a mis sentimientos. Ya no le temía a Bakugo.
Cada vez que me miraba, cada vez que me sonreía, cada vez que escuchaba su voz la calidez en mi corazón crecía y las mariposas se multiplicaban. Quería permanecer a su lado para toda la vida.
—¿quieres ir a una fiesta?
—¿tu vas a fiestas? Creí que odiabas esas cosas.
—es el cumpleaños de un amigo o algo así, estoy obligado a ir y si tengo que ir prefiero que este alguien que si me agrade en la fiesta.
La fiesta fue un sábado, aún recuerdo el olor de la loción de Bakugo, el color de su camisa y su cara de fastidio al ver a todos los invitados. Se refería a cada uno con apodos, hasta a su amigo, quien cumplía años, lo llamaba por un apodo y no por su nombre.
—hola, Kacchan— ¿kacchan? —creí que no vendrías, no te gustan las fiest...
—cállate maldito nerd de mierda, yo no quería venir.
—Bakugo, no seas tan grosero.
—no te metas, Kirishima.
Hace tiempo había dejado de llamarme "shittyhair", había ganado su confianza y había conseguido que me viera como un igual y no como alguien inferior a él.
—¿Kacchan, quién es él?— cuestionó el chico peliverde, era un poco más pequeño que Bakugo y que yo, me veía con curiosidad.
—él es Kirishima.
—nunca habías traído a algún amigo... Creí que no llamabas a nadie tu amigo... Él... ¿es tu... Es... Tu novio?
—no— seco, frío, cortante. Ese "no" me devolvió a la realidad, una donde no era realmente alguien tan importante para Bakugo, donde no podía ver su rostro cada mañana y donde mis sentimientos no eran correspondidos —¿porque saldría con alguien? Las relaciones son pura basura.
—si Kacchan, lo siento— el chico tiró de las mangas de su playera, parecía temerle a Bakugo pero aun así quería acercarse a él, y por más que Bakugo se mostrara a la defensiva no lo alejaba. Eran cercanos.
Me sentía incomodo, nadie al rededor estaba prestando real atención a nuestra conversación. Parecían acostumbrados a que eso sucediera. Todos conocían la relación entre Bakugo y ese chico. Y Bakugo no les había hablado sobre mi, ni a mi me mencionó algo sobre su vida social, pero... ¿porque debía de hacerlo?, no era realmente especial para él, solo era un amigo más. Un amigo al que ocultó de los demás.
—Kirishima, quita esa cara de idiota. Llevas buen rato viendo a la nada.
—solo estaba pensando.
—¿tu piensas?
—¡oye! ¡yo si pienso! No soy tan tonto.
—¿así que si eres algo tonto?
—noo... No es a lo que me refería.
El ambiente entre Bakugo y yo había vuelto a la normalidad. ¿que más daba si el no correspondía a mis sentimientos? ¿que importaba si era cercano a otras personas? No podía exigir que fuera única y exclusivamente para mi. No podía decir que era mío.
El resto de la fiesta fue un poco más relajado que la bienvenida, Bakugo seguía irritándose cada que alguien además de mi le hablaba y yo conocí a algunas nuevas caras, aun no podía llamarlos amigos, sería raro. Pero por una vez no éramos solo Bakugo y yo. No éramos las únicas voces que interrumpían nuestros silencios. No estábamos solos.
Podía confiar en que si nos separábamos por cualquier razón el no estaría solo, sabía que ese chico peliverde no lo abandonaría. Ese chico lo apreciaba lo suficiente como para hacerme entender que no era la única persona en la vida de Bakugo, pero por como estábamos las cosas, Bakugo era la única persona en mi vida.
Pensé sobre lo que había vivido con Bakugo, los últimos meses de conocerlo, sobre la fiesta y sobre mi corazón. Sabía que de seguir con estos sentimientos el hanahaki podría aparecer. Claro que lo sabía y no haría nada al respecto. No tenía la certeza de que el hanahaki apareciera, pero de ser así sabía que no me sometería a la operación, no podía olvidar algo que era tan importante para mi. No podía olvidar esa sonrisa, ese desordenado cabello y esos ojos de fuego.
No permitiría que de mi corazón fuera arrancado el amor que sentía, el amor me hacía feliz. Tan feliz que dejaría que la muerte llegase, me arrancara de esta vida y me dejara en un vacío, una oscuridad, un olvido, porque sabía que de morir en ese momento moriría feliz por el amor.
Y como esperaba, los pétalos no tardaron en aparecer, no dolía al toser, solo era incomodo. Intenté lo más que pude el ocultar los pétalos de Bakugo y de mi familia. Intente hasta que se volvió una tarea imposible, los pétalos me ahogaban, el dolor inició y las avispas llegaron.
Dejé de ir a clases, mis padres se preocuparon al enterarse de mi hanahaki, pero les dejé en claro que no quería la operación, no quería volver a esa tristeza, a esa soledad. No podía permitirme olvidar.
Se me dificultaba respirar, sentía una gran presión en el pecho y los pétalos seguían invadiéndome. Dejé de ver tan seguido a Bakugo, hablábamos por mensaje y le repetía constantemente que estaba bien, pero en el fondo sabía que el no me creía aunque me negaba a aceptar esa realidad, una realidad donde Bakugo se preocuparía realmente por mi.
Había perdido la cuenta del tiempo que estuve sintiéndome tan mal, dejé de comer, me era imposible, los tallos impedían que hablara. Tiempo atrás de habían hospitalizado, necesitaba de constante atención médica para evitar la mayor parte del dolor. Y lo único bueno de esa situación es que después de tanto tiempo, tantas noches de dolor y desvelo, tanto sufrimiento, por fin había vuelto a ver esos ojos de fuego, opacados por la preocupación.
—¿porque no me lo dijiste?— la impotencia en su voz quemaba —¿porque insististe en que estabas bien aunque estabas muriendo?— tras cada palabra su voz se elevaba —¡¿porque no aceptaste la operación?! ¡¿porque?!— lagrimas recorrían sus mejillas y apagaban el fuego de su mirada.
Moví los labios, esperando que lograra entenderme, anhelando que mis palabras me liberaran de esa presión que sentía, no la presión de los tallos, la presión de mi mente, la presión por decirle la verdad a Bakugo, la presión por sentirme liberado.
"Te amo, Katsuki"
Parecía sorprendido, ya no sabía si lo que veía era real o no, solo esperaba que realmente me entendiera. Decir esas palabras liberó esa presión que sentía, esos sentimientos que tenía atrapados, esa verdad que me quemaba.
Vi sus ojos, mientras todo se ponía negro, sabía que todo terminaría, moriría siendo feliz al ver por última vez sus cabello desordenado, sus ojos ya no tan brillantes y sus labios susurrándome —también te amo— vida pétalos saliendo de su boca, pétalos que indicaban que hacía no mucho el hanahaki había aparecido en él.
Y con esos pétalos todo se volvió negro. Todo había terminado. La muerte me había arrebatado del lado de Katsuki.
No me gustó del todo la narración en algunas partes, pero estoy conforme con la historia.
Matar personajes es mi pasión.
Tomen awa y duerman bien.
Ha sido mucho el tiempo que paso desde la ultima vez que escuche su voz, comencé a olvidar aquel maravilloso sonido que salía de su boca cada que me susurraba al oído "te amo".
Estuve fingiendo estar bien tanto como pude, grité que no me importaba cuando por dentro la frustración me quemaba. Aguante todo lo que pude hasta que me derrumbé, me sentía devastado, me sentía como un inútil y me sentía débil. Pero lo que mas me dolió fue ver a Kirishima esforzándose tanto por mantener nuestra relación que pendía de un hilo cuando yo no ponía nada de esfuerzo.
"No importa que ya no lo escuches, seguiré diciendo 'te amo' mil veces más hasta que te sientas listo de decírmelo tan siquiera una sola vez"
Ya no podía protegerte, ya no podía ser ese héroe que cuidara de ti, ni ser el héroe numero uno. Era imposible.
¿quien se quedaría con una persona que no te demuestra que te ama realmente?, ¿quien se quedaría con alguien que no te puede proteger?, dime ¿quien daría todo de si sin recibir nada? Ni una sonrisa, ni un te amo. Dímelo, ¿quien haría eso?
"Se que aun no estas listo para hablar sobre eso, no te presionare ni nada por el estilo, eso no sería masculino"
Me odiaba por no poder decirle todo lo que sentía. Por no tener el valor de desahogarme con él. Por ignorar los gritos de mi corazón que lo llamaban a cada segundo.
Fueron tantas las noches en que intente llamarte, donde cada que estaba a punto de hacerlo me arrepentí. Y se que el solo espero por esa llamada que nunca llegó, se que se quedaba despierto hasta altas horas de la noche vigilando su celular en espera de una llamada, un pensar o una solo señal de que yo estaba ahí.
Pero yo no estaba ahí para él, dejé que nos derrumbáramos como estatuas al pasar el tiempo, cree un muro invisible entre nosotros y me aislé de todo. Desde que el accidente ocurrió me había alejado de todo, de todos, no tuve el valor de enfrentar mis problemas de frente y solo hui de ellos
Justo por eso me pregunto hora que me he quedado solo el que habría ocurrido de haber tenido el valor de desahogarme contigo, de contarte sobre todo eso que rondaba por mi cabeza y no me dejaba en paz. Me pregunto si estarás bien, si haz mejorado con el uso de tu quirk, si te estas divirtiendo.
Yo no estoy bien, te necesito. Ahora tengo miedo, y no estas aquí para protegerme de lo que me atormenta.
Solo quiero volver a escuchar tu voz diciéndome lo mucho que me amas y quiero que por primera vez en todo este tiempo que he desaparecido me escuches decirte lo mucho que te amo.
Es un sueño imposible, ya no podré escuchar tu risa, ni tus quejas por no entender matemáticas o tus gritos de emoción cada que encontrabas nueva mercancía de Crimson Riot. Ya no puedo escucharte. Ya no escucho nada.
Ya no escucho. Ya no más.
Si ese maldito accidente no hubiera ocurrido yo no estaría sintiéndome miserable ahora mismo, habría podido ir a esa cita que te prometí aquella tarde y te habría dicho, fuerte y claro, todo lo que sentía por ti. Todo lo que siento y seguiré sintiendo.
Porque te amo, Kirishima Eijiro.
Aunque ya no pueda cumplir ese sueño de destruir a los villanos estando a tu lado.
Aunque ya no pueda ser el héroe numero uno.
Aunque no me sienta capaz de decírtelo de frente.
Aunque me duela el olvidar tu voz.
Te amo.
∞∞∞
Eran pasadas de las 3 a.m., mis ojos ardían y el sonido del reloj seguía clavándose en mi cabeza tras cada tic-tac.
Mi celular sonó con aquella canción que solía escuchar cada tarde con Katsuki, me quede viendo la pantalla por unos segundos, aguantando la respiración por la sorpresa y conteniendo las ganas de gritar.
El apodo que le había puesto hacía bastante tiempo a Katsuki se iluminó en medio de la pantalla, sin dudar respondí a su llamada.
—no... No creí que responderías. Realmente lo siento Eijiro, lo siento mucho. Yo no quise desaparecer... No así... No de ti... No me sentía preparado para afrontar todo esto, aun no creo estarlo, pero necesitaba hablar contigo— su rostro vaga me te iluminado se veía en la pantalla, ese no era el Bakugo que recordaba, se veía cansado, con ojeras y los ojos llorosos, se veía vulnerable —yo... Yo te...
Moví mis manos, deletreando cada letra de lo que intentaba decirle, con las señas mal ejecutadas y con la esperanza de que lo entendiera —no necesitas decirlo, lo sé.
—Eijiro...
—te amo.
Esto inicio como una historia muy bonita de amor pero pues meterle cosas drásticas es mas chido. Ni siquiera se si se entiende la frustración de Kacchan, para mi si tiene sentido.
Kacchan herido emocionalmente me agrada porque así puedo sentirme miserable junto a él.
Tomen awa, duerman temprano (ignoremos que termine de escribir esto a las 3 am, no sean como yo) y no se proyecten en personajes 2D, eso no está chido.
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I'm scared!
Part 7- i.e. the last! Anyway, this was fun to draw :D
(Oh, and bonus Kirishima and Iida tears…real men aren’t afraid to cry!)