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Eijirou Kirishima x f!reader
Category: angst
Warnings: suicide (nothing graphic) slight cursing, mentions of sex under the cut
Word count: 2,881
Summary: Kirishima's journey of learning how to live without you and the fault he feels for your decision.
A.n: This is told from Kirishima's POV, the character Daichi is completly random and has nothing to do with bnha lol. Things have been... Kinda bad lately, so I guess it's my way of ranting. Hope ya'll like it!
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There’s a few Astilbes in a tall vase on my bedside table. There’s this sweet smell coming from them, but it’s masked by the scent of a strong vanilla cologne.
It’s cold in the room because I can’t make myself get up to close the window, which lets ice cold air from the darkness to leak in.
I’m talking with her on the phone while wrapping the phone charger around my finger, untangling then twirling it again. My fingers remembered it as a routine during the hour we spent talking.
Even if her words are joyful, even if she’s talking about how’s school been and how she spent today studying at this super cute coffee shop with her friends, her voice feels heavy. Heavy with something she doesn’t want to show me. Something that she tries to hide under her stuttering laugh and stories.
But I’m not stupid. I can hear hints of pain stabbing her in the “It was fun” like sharp knives, and her “My new classmates are awesome!” covered by a mask of longing.
I want to help her, but my throat is dry and my tongue feels like it’s tied. I am held back by my own insecurities and doubts - I don’t want her to think that I’m an idiot or that I’m not minding my own bussiness.
“Eijirou? You still there?” she asks, oddly calm.
I wake up from my little trance. It seems like I got lost in the halls of my mind again. I feel a bit guilty. Did she tell me something important?
“Sorry, I got carried away for a second,”
There’s silence on her end of the line. A sigh soon rolls off the silence. I screwed up again.
“No, it’s okay. Nothing important.”
I hold my breath. What did she say? The smartest thing to do right now is just ask her-
“I will go now. Thanks for the convo, though,”
My teeth catch my bottom lip and I bite it. Idiot. I’m a fucking idiot.
There’s silence staying on the phone with me for a while until a quiet beep announces the call ending.
I couldn’t really sleep that night.
Somewhere near midnight, the line between sleep and search for comfort within the spots of the celling, in the stripes of the wallpaper or the folds of the blanket, blurs.
I don’t know when did I fall asleep but I think I saw angels, or maybe, just soft rays of sun, flooding into the room through curtainless windows.
I’m thinking about her. I’m thinking about how’s her day going and if she got any new opportunities to join a big agency.
Calendar on the wall shows that today is 11th of April, 2022.
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Time as a pro-hero flies fast. Now I have a lot of problems, or maybe, just more than I had when I was at school. I don’t bother to remember the names or faces of people. Don’t want to.
Bakugou says that I’ve changed and that others are really worried, but I just bury myself in more work.
I can’t tell when a patrol starts and ends or the voices of villains and other heroes. It all blurs into one mess that lays on my shoulders like a dark cloud.
I come back home with an empty head and a full work shedule.
While I try to watch TV, not minding the buzzing on the other side of window and in my head, the bouquet of pink Camellias in the vase seem to stare at me.
I try not to mind themuntil a delicate petal falls on my arm. I don’t know how to keep flowers. Maybe I should stop buying them - they seem to not like my place.
I try to change the water, hoping that this would fix everything, and then I go back to mindessly watching tv.
I wait. Laying in my bed, a soft blanket wrapped around me as I desperately search for any warmth. I wait. Tick Tock.
Then there’s only one minute left of waiting and that minute soons ends as my phone rings, throwing me out of my endless thoughts.
“Hey!”
“Hello! How are you? How was hero work today?”
Her voice sounds different today. A lot brighter, like she has a smile on her face as she’s talking and I feel myself smiling too.
“It’s good, it’s good... Hero work is hard, as always. I’ve got a nasty case, dealing with some shitty drug dealers. It’d be better if you told me about your day.”
She stays quiet for a moment. It feels as if she’s holding her breath and, for a moment, I hold mine too. As if we’re underwater in our own safe bubble, where no one else can reach us.
“Everything’s very good. Great, even,” she finally answers and our bubble bursts.
“How did that audition go?”
“Uhm, I didn’t go.”
I frown, not even knowing what to say. She wouldn’t shut up about that audition, how the hero that ran it shared her opinions and ideals, how that place was just a dream, how-
“Why?” I trap all of my thoughts in that simple word.
“Just thought it wasn’t worth it,”
I wrap my finger around the phone charger and unwrap it again.
“Why?” I repeat my question again, dumbfounded.
“Dunno, maybe that place wasn’t that fit for me after all.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
After that silence follows. Then we talk some more about work, but it seems that conversation just doesn’t flow freely tonight. I drag it out like bubblegum that’s not meant to stretch this far.
“I’m coming back for a few days soon.”
I almost jump up. Don’t know if it’s from excitment or from shock. I haven’t seen her for a year.
“Wait, really?” I ask, finding it hard to believe.
“Yeah, and I have a huge favor to ask.”
“Anything.”
“Could I crash at your place while I’m here?”
My heart jumps with excitment. She’s more than welcome to stay. My heart aches just at the thought about an opportunity to see her.
I suddenly remember that she’s still waiting for my answer.
“Yeah sure! Just give me a message when you have the date set.”
She sighs with relief,
“You’re the best, Eijirou.”
The way she says my name makes a blush creep up my checks,
“Don’t mention it.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Just like that, the call ends and I’m left with pleasant silence. Tonight I don’t feel lonely.
The calendar shows 11th of April, 2023.
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It’s a few weeks of waiting until she grants her promise. She stands at my door, more beautiful than ever and for a second, I doubt if that’s just a vision, but after she flashes one of her sunshine smiles I instantly know that she’s real. She’s there and she’s real.
I pull her into a tight embrace, burying my face in her hair. Words cannot describe how much I missed her.
I give her a bunch of red Chrysanthemums and I instantly knew it was worth getting to the flower shop so early in the morning - her smile lights up the room brighter than the sun ever could.
“I missed you, Eijirou,” the name rolls off her plump lips so softly. It gives me the feeling that if I do as much as breathe, I’ll shatter the moment.
We talk all day, watch some TV and then talk some more. The stars shine so bright tonight that we don’t even need lamps. It seems as if they’re enjoying our moment too.
She tells me countless stories and I want to hear each one of them over and over again, her voice makes me feel drunk off my mind.
She talks about struggling with living in a foreign country, about missing me and other friends, about everything that bothers her and I’m here to listen. Soon, I tell her all my secrets and we’re sitting in front of each other pulling away all of our lies.
I don’t know what events lead up to our next step. Truly, it’s all a blur and the only significant thing I can point out is the flowers, gently sitting in the tall glass vase.
We get rid of our clothes, the same way we got rid of our secrets just minutes ago. There’s nothing separating us now and we can and get drunk off each other’s bodies.
Making love with her is tender and sweet, with lots of praises and sweet nothings, she manages to whisper out.
I pause for a second, taking a moment to truly look at her and memorise every inch of her body. From the way her hair is draped on my pillow and her face is so calm, to the way her legs, wrapped around my waist try to pull me as close as possible.
We spend the night naked, flush against each other, finally free of everything. If only for a moment.
The calendar shows 14th of May, 2023.
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When my phone rings again, I’m putting a bunch of yellow Zinnias into the vase. The flowers that I had before them have already wilted so I threw them away.
I sigh, expecting another call from her brother, who suddenly became worried about her like two weeks ago, or maybe someone from the former Bakusquad.
When I see her name on my phone I pick it up faster than I never knew I could.
“Eijirou...”
I haven’t heard her voice in so long, it almost feels surreal. I want her to repeat my name, slowly, so that could remember every syllable she says and repeat it on my mind forever.
“Is everything okay? I was so worried!”
Her voice cracks. I hear a quiet sniffle that she tries to hide.
“No, actually... No... I don’t like it there, I want to go home.”
All the other emotion in my body are conquered by pain. It’s so good to hear her, but it hurts so much to hear her voice is filled with sorrow I wished she would never experience. I want her to come back. I don’t care how selfish it is.
“I can’t... You know I can’t,”
I blink. I want to tell her, but my tongue feels heavy and all my words begin to slur.
I wake up with a jump. My shirt is flushed against my back and my whole body is covered in goosebumps. I snake my arms around myself, desperately seeking any kind of warmth.
My phone is turned off and the calendar shows 11th of April, 2024.
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I put red and white striped Carnations in a vase. Flowers from before are dead, as always.
Work goes by the same as always and while I’m sitting down trying to finish tomorrow’s plans, I wait for a call.
Time goes by, but it doesn’t ring. Tick tock. She always calls at the same time.
She used to call at the same time, my mind corrects. I push that thought into the deepest part of my brain, never to be found again.
Tick tock. That’s how another hour goes by, filled with walking from one end of the room to the other and checking my phone again and again.
I don’t get a call.
The other three weeks are tense. The bags under my eyes are filled with darkness from staring at the windows during long, sleepless nights, searching for answers from the dark and dim stars. Answers that none of them want to give to me.
When I get a call, my clock shows that it’s almost 4am.
“Y/N?” I ask, my voice colored by hopeful hues. Droplets of sleep still hang on my lips.
“No, dude it’s Daichi.”
I grit my teeth. I’m not mad at him. I’m not mad at him for calling me, I’m not mad at him...
I’m mad because he’s not Y/N.
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to ask something about Y/N,”
“Eh?”
And what about her? For me to tell him what Y/N thought of him? To tell him that he was a bad brother? To tell him that his sister left because his family sucks?
“You’re her best friend.”
“Was.”
“What?”
“Was her best friend.”
“Yeah...”
“And?”
“And you.. Well you... Well she probably told you...”
“She didn’t,”
My answer is cold and what would put an end to this conversation.
“She... didn’t?”
He obviously doesn’t know when it’s time to end a conversation.
“Daichi, are you drunk?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Why are you calling me at 4am?”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Maybe it’s the only aspect he and his sister share - that small little doubt, showing that they’re never sure of what to say.
“Because I don’t u-understand,” he hiccups.
“What?”
Then his voice breaks, like a ship that’s slowly claimed by the waves to be sunken forever.
“Eijirou... Eijirou... I don’t understand why she left... Eijirou, was it really bad for her? Was it that bad that she couldn’t tell anyone?”
I bite my bottom lip until I feel a hot droplet of blood running down my chin. What do I say to him? That she was trying to tell them? That they didn’t listen? That none of us did?
“It’s not your fault, Daichi. Go to sleep,”
“But...”
“We’ll talk again tomorrow if you want to. Now go to sleep.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Yeah.”
I end the call and fall back to my bed. My bed is incredibly cold and unwelcoming. I slump my way towards the kitchen and sit there until the first droplets of liquid gold begin to pour inside.
Calendar shows 11th of April, 2025.
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I put Cyclamens in the vase. It’s the day we meet again. I don’t know what to hope for and while I’m going, my insecurities and fears follow close, only to disappear as soon as i see her.
She looks like a goddess. Her hair like rays of sunshine that found their place in the waves of locks on her head, her skin seems to shine, like it’s been kissed by stars and her smile only compliments her beauty.
Nothing’s changed but when I come closer, I notice that her eyes are different. All the happiness and joy is drained and now they’re empty. No, not empty... Just filled with something I can’t quite identify.
“It’s you...” I manage to whisper and before I start feeling like an idiot, she laughs with that wonderful laugh wrapping me with the feeling of safety, telling me that everything’s okay.
“It’s me.” she confirms and puts her forehead against mine. We drown in the silence, away from everything.
“I often wonder why you did that.”
She pulls away and her hands find their place on the back of my neck, as if we’re dancing, “I did it for myself.”
I sigh, “I don’t understand it. I don't understand it, Y/N,”
My hands dance on her waist, not finding their place.
“I wasn’t happy, Eijirou. I wasn’t happy there.”
I sigh again and pull her against my body. She smells like vanilla and clean laundry,
“Could I’ve made you happy?” I quietly ask and she raises her glance. Her empty eyes that pulled me in so strongly.
“No, it’s not your fault, Eijirou,” she answers and wipes away my tears that I didn’t even know were falling, “I did it for myself, I did it so I could be happy. Eijirou, I feel good now.”
I look up to the bright blue sky. There’s only one cloud there.
I take in a stuttering breath.
“Wasn’t there anything I could do?” Tears now flow freely as I try to not look at her. Somewhere deep inside I know this isn’t real and I’m afraid that she’ll disappear if I look at her for too long.
She takes my face into her hands, softly stroking it with one hand. Her glance is soft and for a moment, I see the Y/N I used to know before.
“All you can do right now is forgive me,” she whispers and I pet her silky hair, “And forgive yourself, Eijirou. You can’t carry the guilt of other people’s choices. You can’t live with a fault that isn’t your’s.”
That’s the last time I hear her voice.
When I wake up, I see her face right before my eyes but it’s not a ghost who drags a trail of unanswered questions after itself. No, it’s now a person I once loved so much. A person that I couldn’t hate for leaving me in pieces of my former self.
There’s a bunch of yellow Daffodils and Forget-Me-Not’s in my hands. Forget-Me-Not’s for a promise, that she’ll always be dear to me and Daffodils - the second promise, that I will finally start everything over again.
I leave the flowers on her grave, which I finally visited after two years.
It’s time to forgive her. It’s time to forgive myself.
I come back home and check the calendar for the last time. My new beginning is on 11th of April, 2026. Two years after her death.
“The sun will rise, and we will try again,” she used to say. With those words, I breathe in and peel the calendar page off.
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As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss for editing!
kirishima doodle page ❤
can i get some uuuuhh kiribaku angst
cuddle time woo hoo.png (yes thats the actual file name)
My boys ❤️
Hey peps.
I'm back early.
Just to leave this here and see if you guys like it. Traffic lights trio will always be my favorite trio ☺️
Anyway i was hoping try to make something simple as practice for future projects and i had some sketches laying around and i just took the opportunity. This wasn't even scheduled so it's pretty random. (I almost forgot Kiri's little scar even :'v)
their reactions to seeing your selfharm scars for the first time
prompt: “you didn’t expect them to burst into your dorm room so suddenly.”
includes: eijirou kirishima, katsuki bakugo
word count: 1.1k
warnings: TW!!! self harm in the form of cutting, some light swearing, mention of depression, mental health struggles
a/n:!!! HEY EVERYONE !!! i owe you a big, fat, apology, which i, sadly, cannot offer you. yes, i disappeared off of tumblr for a good few months with no other excuse that my mental health had gone to shit and i couldn’t write anything good. so whilst i work on the asks that have (kind of) piled up, have these short headcannons.
eijirou kirishima
it was saturday evening
you had told your boyfriend that you were planning on staying in bed and watching netflix all evening
which you did!!
but not because you enjoyed it
you had been stuck in bed, only getting out to attend classes
no matter how desperately you wanted to meet up with your friends and hang out with them, your depression held you back.
so now you ended up in this endless loop of feeling worthless you weren’t doing anything, but having no energy to do anything
your last resort was harming yourself
it felt like the only thing in your life that you had any control over
even just remotely
you felt you needed the feeling of control, expecting to feel better after you did it
which was never the case
so here you were again, saturday evening, hunched over your sink, blood dripping down your arm into it
kirishima had said he was going to go on a party tonight, so the last thing you expected was hearing your dorm room open, shortly followed by the footsteps of eijirou approaching your bathroom
“y/n?”
you froze, frantically trying to rinse the blood away and pull your sweater down
you then turned to him, hoping you were fast enough, but judging by his face, it was far too late
“k-kiri.. i-”
you didn’t get to finish what you wanted to say - not that you had an excuse prepared anyway - because he pulled you into a hug
“i’m so sorry i didn’t realise this sooner.” was all he said before pulling away, hands on your shoulders
“will you please let me see?”
your eyes filled with tears, your heart filling with regret upon hearing the shakiness in his voice, nodding your head slightly
he then gently pulled your sleeves up, letting out a soft sigh but without wasting any more time reaching for the first aid kit, pulling out some stuff to wrap you up
you didn’t speak, too afraid to say the wrong thing in this moment
when he was done, he pulled you to your bed and laid down on it, pulling you down with him and hugging you
you finally loosened up that moment, all emotions taking over you and you proceeded to just cry into his chest
he just tightened his arms around you and let you cry it out
“i don’t know what drove you to do this, but i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you.”
you immediately shook your head
“don’t apologise, ei. you couldn’t have known. it’s my fault for not reaching out-”
he immediately shushed you
“what we’re not going to do is blame ourselves for something that none of us could prevent, alright? what we’re going to do is work on getting you better, okay? i can’t stand seeing my baby in pain.”
you sniffled and simply nodded
you better believe he kept his word when he said he wanted to help you get better.
katsuki bakugou
unlike kirishima, katsuki actually knew that you had been struggling with depression
he just didn’t know about the selfharm part
but nonetheless, check-ups on you when you went silent for a few days weren’t rare.
today was one of those not-so-rare days, in which all you could do was wait around until the day was over
as far as you were aware, katsuki was meeting kirishima in the city today, which was why you weren’t expecting a check-up today
so, just as you were walking out of the bathroom after harming yourself again, you were surprised to hear a knock on the door
“oi, it’s katsuki. you in there, y/n?”
fuck
you were lucky you just finished cleaning up
“y-yeah! come in, kats” you proceeded to call out, sitting down on your unmade bed
he barged in, permanent scowl on his face
“i told you to open the windows every once in a while, didn’t i?”
he scoffed, opening said window, so some fresh air finally found its way inside
he then finally looked at you, furrowing his brows
“you look more tired than usual. what happened?” he asked, voice noticeably softer than before
you instantly shook your head
“nothing happened... i just didn’t get enough sleep, that’s all.”
he sighed, dropping the subject and nodding
“okay then. i’m staying the night tonight.”
“uh, excuse me? aizawa might literally kill you-”
he shrugged and laid down on the bed, hand in one hand, the other arm sprawled out
he always claimed it was just comfy but you knew it was always a silent invitation to cuddle
and you were not about to pass up that opportunity
you laid down on his arm, obviously
considering it was kinda late already, and the fact that you had been crying prior to katsuki’s arrival, you felt your eyes grow heavy nearly immediately
he was just scrolling through his instagram feed so it was silent for the most part, only chatter from the outside of your dorm sometimes audible
yes, you didn’t take long to fall asleep
also yes, katsuki was very worried - he knew something was up but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly
he tried shrugging it off, putting his phone away and also trying to sleep
although he struggled a little, he managed to fall asleep
not for long though,
for some unexplainable reason he woke up at 4am, sighing and sitting up
he knew he would no longer be able to fall asleep again, saving himself the torture of turning 294 times in bed to no avail and grabbing his phone
before he could open any app he furrowed his brows, feeling something damp on his arm
he used the light from his phone to check
and it was blood
that had his eyes widening
he immediately looked at your sleeping form, eyes scanning over your figure until they stopped at your arm, a gasp escaping his mouth at the sight of your sleeve being covered in blood
“y/n, get up, you’re bleeding.”
he tried his best to hide how hurt he was
you peeled your eyes open, whining a little before registering what he said
“i’m what?”
“you’re bleeding.”
you immediately looked down at your arm, cursing under your breath
fuck.
he wasn’t meant to find out
especially not like this
when you didn’t make a move to get up, he sighed and pulled you out of bed himself
he dragged you to the bathroom wordlessly and pulled your stained hoodie off of you
he cleaned your wounds and patched you up
when he was finished, he pulled you into a hug
a hug
the last thing you expected
you expected everything
you expected him to yell, maybe even blow things up out of anger
but he wordlessly hugged you
“i’m sorry i wasn’t there to help you earlier.”
but he was there to help now, and he sure did.
requests: open
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flower boy
who do you think he kissed?
clown bakugo anon here
if its easier, then give him a wig. if you want him to be easier to recognize then you could replace the full clown costume with just his regular hero costume with clown features like a clown nose or bow tie
Thankfully I was able to draw his hair so I didn't need to give him a wig 😆
(This may or not be Aizawa's punishment to Bakugou for teaching Eri how to swear)
Bakusquad's reaction:
kiri with his hair down always has my heart
i drew this on my friend @imaybeurmom ‘s ipad with her temu pencil so don’t hate too much ✌️
i saw a curly haired kirishima headcannon and i literally loved it and needed to draw it so here he is with curly/wavy hair!!
Plushies & Uno
A snippet from chapter three of Shooting for Mercury
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By now, everyone in the class had heard about Emi's plushy obsession, and they all begged to borrow one each. Mina suggested all the girls have a sleepover sometime with a plushy of their own, to which the rest of the girls agreed. By the end of dinner, which thank God Momo cooked because it was delicious, she had given Jiro, Tokoyami, Shoto, Uraraka, and Momo a plush of their own to have.
At this point, everyone was lounging in the living room, sharing bits and pieces about themselves with Emi. It felt nice getting to know everyone as classmates and not just heroes in training. After talking for a little while one of the guys pulled out Uno for all of them to play.
"THAT'S A SKIP YOU IDIOT!' Bakugo shouted at Kaminari, who tried to play a card after him. They were in the midst of a heated game, almost everyone pissed off at someone else.
Unfortunately for Emi, she was seated next to Shoto, who was absolutely ruthless. For him, it was all skip, draw four, or reverse cards, leaving her no shot at winning this game. As if on cue, "Oh come on dude, another draw four? Do you have it out for me or something?" Emi groaned at him, reaching to draw more cards to add to her ever-growing stack.
Shoto shrugged while a small smile formed. "Just trying to win, don't take it personal."
On the other side, playing after her was Kirishima, who was close to being down to one card. Emi leaned over to Shoto to whisper to him, "If you don't let me play a damn card this next round, Kirishima is going to win. Do you really want that?"
As if on cue, his mismatched eyes flitted to look at their opponent, and he nodded in understanding.
The round continued around the table, and she scanned her cards to form a plan. It wouldn't be enough to win herself, but it would keep Kirishima from winning. With Shoto on her team she felt confident they could pull something off.
Once Todoroki's turn came back around, he placed a basic card for Emi to play on top of. she smiled at him before looking over at Kirishima. He had one card left. As if the redhead knew what she was up to after one look, his eyes went wide, and he started pleading with her. "Please, please Emi I'm so close."
She held up the card in the air, taunting him. "I can't let you win, Eijiro. This is just the rules of the game."
"Please, Emi. I need it. Please, I'm so close."
Was that... shivers that just ran up her spine? Kirishima noticed her hesitation and snatched the card out of her hand before standing up and making a run for it. Emi's brain had to do a hard reset before she stood up and chased after him, the rest of the class laughing at them as they ran around the room.
"Hey! Give that back! That's cheating!" Emi yelled after him, trying to catch up. Even leaping over the couches did no good. He continued to fake her out every time she got close. "Kirishima! I swear I already threatened you once today don't make me act on it!"
"You'll have to catch me Emi!" He laughed over his shoulder, and while the boys cheered him on the girls shouted Emi's name in retaliation.
Finally, after what felt like ages but probably only a couple of minutes, Uraraka came to Emi's rescue by sticking out her foot and tripping Kirishima. He faceplanted on the ground and Emi leapt, going to snatch the card but not expecting his good grip. "Give it back, ya filthy cheater." She stuck her tongue out at him and attempted to tug the card even harder.
"Make me, Kaneko." He teased.
Make me.
Emi kept a good grip on the card but started leaning closer to him, like he did earlier in her room. She was aware of the class watching the interaction and hoped his embarrassment would get him before hers caught up. "Make you, huh? What can I do to make you, Kiri?" Emi dragged out the syllables of the new nickname, a smirk spreading on her mouth when his cheeks immediately turned red.
It was enough of a distraction for his grip to loosen, making her capable of finally pulling the card free. She shouted in triumph with the girls cheering for her, returning to the table and slapping the draw four down on the pile.
"Your turn, Kiri." Emi grinned, high fiving Uraraka for the assist. Kirishima stood there, looking at her dumbfoundedly. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
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Shooting for Mercury (Kirishima x OC) on Wattpad & AO3
Chapter Five of Shooting for Mercury now posted on AO3 and Wattpad ♡
Meet Emi, the heroine of my My Hero Academia fanfic, Shooting for Mercury! A lot of myself went into Emi, and a lot of what I wish I could be.
And, with two new chapters posted, meet my other OC for this story, the villain who I unfortunately made way too attractive to not be the love interest (sorry Kirishima)... Kazuo Otsuka! We'll find out more about him as the story progresses. :)
DISCLAIMER: this art is AI generated that I found on Pinterest and edited to reflect my characters. I'm not sure where people are finding this amazing AI tool but evidently, I suck at it
A little Shooting for Mercury meme I came up with in my head at 2 am and couldn't do it justice...
Teaser for Shooting for Mercury Chapter Eight ♡♡♡
“You scared the absolute shit of me, Ems.” Kirishima whispered into her hair, holding onto her tightly.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized, her voice muffled by his body. He pulled back to let her breathe, and she smiled up at him. “I promise, I tried to be as manly as possible.”
Kirishima laughed. Here she was, injured and still making him laugh. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe how perfect she was. Questions about the fight rushed to his brain, but he pushed them aside. “Are you okay?” He asked her, looking her over again to see if he had missed any injuries.
“I’m okay. A few scrapes, and a nasty gash on my back, but I’ll see Recovery Girl tomorrow.” Emi replied as her hand went to the wound that was bugging her on her backside. “But, Kiri-”
“Are you sure you can’t see Recovery Girl right now?” Kirishima questioned, turning to see if he should go get Aizawa for permission.
“I’ll be okay for tonight. But Kiri, wait-”
“Are you sure? I don’t know why Eraserhead didn’t just take you there immediately.”
“Kiri.” Emi finally broke through his train of thoughts, causing him to look at her again. “I’m okay. Now, can I talk for a moment before you go running off to fight Mr. Aizawa over my care?” Kirishima nodded, and she took note of how his cheeks flushed. Now that her friends had told her, she was going to take notice of every little thing. “Before the incident, I was shopping for something. And, well… here. It’s for you, and I really hope you like it.”
Emi passed Kirishima the gift bag she’d been holding, and he took it from her grasp, his hands shaking. She’d went to buy something for him? But why? he wondered. Gingerly, he reached into the bag and pulled out what she’d put inside. Kirishima let the bag drop to the floor as he stared at a red, fluffy, shark plush. His heart exploded in his chest as he looked past the gift at Emi, who was looking at the ground with a blush on her cheeks.
He wanted to grab her and kiss her. He wanted to get down on his knees and thank her till his lungs ran out of breath. This was by far the best gift anyone had ever gotten him. “Ems… it’s perfect.”