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“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” // Kaminari @ Kirishima

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.

Logically Eijiro knew that Denki was right, he was dead on his feet and while he wasn’t bleeding thanks to his quirk, it didn’t stop him from feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. But the thought of stopping, or even taking a break felt like giving up. 

“We’ll never find the others if we stop now! We have to help them. You know they wouldn’t give up on us.” But what use would he be if they found the others and he was too tired to use his quirk? No, he wouldn’t be a burden, he had to stay positive. There wasn’t any room for doubt. “I’ll be fine. I’m not even using my quirk right now, that’s already like resting. Sort of.” 

@biggergiants​ | Closed Starter

“Oh, you haven’t had a chance to play yet, have you?” Dara had become a staple at their game nights, but Eijiro couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t always get a chance to play, and ended up making things cooler for the rest of them instead. That didn’t seem fair. 

“Do you want a go?” He asked, holding a controller out to his classmate. “I think we can handle a regular round if you have to concentrate on playing instead of the illusions.” 

[ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… // kami @ kiri

text messages.

[ sms ; kamidude ] we’re being incognito dude.

[ sms ; kamidude ]  bakugou has been extra grumpy lately, I think we should try to cheer him up.

@chargcbolt​ | Traitor AU

“Have you heard anything yet..?” Eijiro’s tone was hushed, though he had already made sure that they were alone. But this was something he didn’t like to talk about, hell he tried not to think about it if he could avoid it. Every reminder was another reason that he didn’t belong at this school or around those he’d allowed to trust him. He wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t even a man. He was just scared. The only thing keeping him sane was that he wasn’t alone, Denki was working with the League too. And he was the one better equipped for communicating with them, so that let some of the pressure off of Eijiro at least. Still, he didn’t like to ask Denki about his involvement, he wasn’t sure he could handle the answers.

“I hate all the the waiting.” It was easier to try and keep himself a little detached if he could focus on the next task rather than simply spending time with those he was betraying.

chargcbolt​:

    “I haven’t, not yet-”

    Kaminaris voice was also quiet and he wasn’t even looking a his friend. He had just relayed information to the league not long ago, sneaking out at night with the others help, covering for him just in case anyone came asking questions-…they knew what they had to do if questions were asked. 

    Looking over finally, he gave the smallest of reassuring smiles “I don’t like waiting either but it shouldn’t be long now…be patient” 

“Okay...” 

It’s hard to know whether he should be relieved or not. He should probably try to let it go for now, like Kaminari suggests. Their classmates could usually tell when he was stressed, and Kaminari would let him know as soon as anything changed anyway. But it was easier said than done.

“Yeah. You’re right.”  Sharp teeth worry at his bottom lip. “Uh.. do you want to play a game or watch something? I don’t think I’ll be able to get to sleep.” He doesn’t think about what it would mean if Kaminari was betraying everyone willingly or maliciously. If that’s the case he’d rather not know. Coward. He can’t do this alone.

"you can trust me, I'll help you" (for kiri 👉👉)

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Eijiro jumped at the voice, his quirk activating and causing hardened skin to ripple across his body before disappearing everywhere but his arms. He didn’t quite have the hang of it yet. Looking up, he saw a blonde male whom he didn’t recognize, but he couldn’t seem to find his parents anywhere, and at least this man looked friendly. So Eijiro looked back to the blonde, hand moving up to sweep black hair out of his eyes when a sharpened finger cut into his forehead. He gasped in pain and bit his lip, working to make his quirk deactivate. 

He hadn’t done that in a while, but he didn’t know where he was or where his parents were and he couldn’t remember why. He bit his lip a little harder as it threatened to wobble, he wouldn’t cry, he wasn’t a baby. When he was sure that he wouldn’t cry, Eijiro looked back up at the man with a frown. He said he could help and that he could trust him, but should Eijiro believe him?

“Are... Are you a hero?” 

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29. Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

Kirishima had been dreading this moment, being found out as the traitor. He knew it had to come out eventually, no matter how careful he was, his classmates and teachers weren’t stupid. As much as it made sense for Izuku to be the one to figure it out, it seemed like a worst case scenario, just behind Bakugou finding out. But of course if Izuku knew he’d tell the others, and everyone would know how much of a despicable coward he was. It’s not like he could explain things to him, Izuku was one of the manliest and most heroic people he knew. Izuku idolized All Might, the very man that the League of Villains was trying to kill, and Kirishima was helping them. No explanation would be good enough.

So he had panicked, punched Izuku with a hardened fist right to the sternum. And if Izuku had any doubts, he surely wouldn’t now. But maybe he could get away and leave the school. And go where? He suddenly wondered as he tried to run past Izuku. The League would have no use for him if he was no longer at UA, and Shigaraki had killed his uncle. He’d be caught immediately if he tried to go to his parents. He felt Izuku grab onto his shirt to yank him back, and Kirishima skidded on hardened skin before jumping up, arm arcing out to throw another punch. Izuku was coming back at him to, jumping through the air to meet him with his new shoot style. 

It was then that Kirishima wondered what exactly he was doing trying to fight Izuku. His green haired classmate had that same look of steeled determination as he came at him, which hurt, but less so than the knowledge that he deserved it. He didn’t want to do this anymore, he’d tried to stop after Kamino, so why was he fighting to get away? Maybe it would be better this way. He could go to jail and the rest of his classmates could move on and become heroes without him. The fight leaving him, Kirishima deactivated his quirk, but it was too late and Izuku’s foot made contact with his right forearm, a loud snap echoing as the bones in his arm crumpled against his classmate’s power without the protection of his own quirk. Kirishima yelled out in pain, stumbling back and curling in on himself as unfamiliar white hot pain shot up his arm. He’d never broken a bone before, but as much as this hurt, Kirishima knew it was the least of what he deserved. 

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to, I’m sorry.”  Kirishima sank to his knees, cradling his arm as tears finally broke. The words of apology weren’t nearly enough, but he couldn’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth. 

¡ hhh gimme kirishima

Send ¡ for my muse to call yours suddenly, panicked and possibly in pain.

“ Aizawa sensei! “  Kirishima sighed in relief, only just realizing how worried he’d been that the older man wouldn’t answer.  “ I think Bakugou has a fever or something, and it’s making his quirk act up! “  He sounded out of breath as he hurried back up the stairs, letting Todoroki run ahead and trying to ignore the pounding in his head.  “ I tried to help, but then his quirk started up and he’s hot from the fever, so the explosion was kind of big for indoors... “  Kirishima had only heard one other explosion, but he knew at least the window had been broken.  

“ He kinda accidentally blew me through the window. I was just standing in the wrong place! I only fell down to Todoroki’s balcony, so I don’t probably not that hurt. But I think we’ll need help with Bakugou. But Todoroki is going to help me, so we can try again. “  And with the explosion there was bound to be most of his other classmates around now. 

Kirishima looked down as the small child grabbed onto him, he noticed the bandages on her hands but her cries for help quickly took precedence. He knelt down, searching the area behind her for any signs of danger before gently setting a hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’ll help you. Can you tell me what’s going on? What’s your name?” He may not have a hero license yet, but that wasn’t about to stop him from helping a child in need. Especially if all needed to do is find a family member or get her to a police officer. 

”Help me..!” CRIES THAT WOULD FALL ON DEAF EARS are now said loud for even the sky to hear, bandaged hands desperately clinging at the stranger for help ”Please h-help me!!”

Kirishima looked over, amused. “ It’s almost the afternoon dude. Did you stay up late? ”  

        “ it’s too fuckin’ early… ” IT’S 11AM.

bombfire​:

        HE’S JUST GIVING A GRUNT IN RESPONSE, hand moving to rub at one of his eyes. that’s basically a yes.

“ Well, come on then. Maybe some food will help you wake up. ” He chuckled and tossed an arm over Bakugou’s shoulder, fully prepared for it to be shrugged off. 

Izuku’s apology is the only thing that managed to break through to Eijiro long enough to make him look up at his classmate. What could he possibly be apologizing for? He’d expected Izuku of all people to not show him pity. It wasn’t that he thought Izuku was rigid or unforgiving, quite the opposite in fact, but he had betrayed his trust. And what he’d been sure would be worse in Izuku’s eyes, he’s betrayed all of their friends. Surely that wasn’t something that could be forgiven so easily, even for a truly kind and heroic individual such as Izuku Midoriya, 

“What? Why?” His voice sounded strained with pain, but he was too confused to stay silent, not only was Izuku apologizing, he wanted to help him? At the very least he’d expected to be taken to Aizawa sensei after maybe a trip to Recovery Girl. He didn’t deserve this kindness. “I told them about USJ and where the camp training was, it’s my fault Bakugou was taken.. I don’t deserve your help.” 

He figured that might be enough for Izuku to change his mind, after how badly he’d been hurt and how upset he’d been to lose Bakugou to the League. It didn’t matter that Eijiro had gotten a team together to get Bakugou back, not when it was his fault he’d been taken in the first place. The Kamino incident still felt like a fresh wound, and it wasn’t a surprise that debilitating guilt had finally made him slip up.  But if all Izuku was asking for was honesty for now, he could do that.

“My uncle.. he was a villain.” It seemed the easiest place to start, showed that he was already aligned with those sort of people. And no matter how hard he tried not to, maybe he was meant to be the same. “I wanted to get away from all that.. I really did join school to become a hero. But he saw it as an opportunity, I should have known he would, that I couldn’t just leave like that.” He winced as he shifted causing his arm to flare up in pain. But he ignored the instinct to harden up in response, that would only make things worse, and he needed to get this out before they went back to school. And if Izuku was going to truly keep this between them, then they’d need to come up with a story about how his arm broke in the first place. 

“He took me to the League of Villains.. They agreed that it was a good idea, having someone on the inside. They just.. didn’t need my uncle to be a middleman. Especially when Shigaraki could just disintegrate him like that..” Eijiro broke off, still sick at the memory and the terror associated. “They gave me a phone.. Said they’d be happy to do that to me too if I didn’t cooperate..” He sighed miserably, looking up to Izuku. “So I came here.. But I’m not a hero at all. I’m just a coward.”

@quirkdriven​ || continued.

There were no words to describe how Izuku felt as he reached the ground again. He couldn’t deny that there was genuine regret behind Kirishima’s apology. Anyone that could have been able to go through with playing both sides while becoming friends with their classmates must have been suffering for some time… Especially someone as well-liked as he was! It would have been a much easier fight if Izuku hadn’t gotten so close to him over their time together.

“Kirishima–” he gasped out as he noticed the other cradling his broken arm. The plan had never included breaking anything. He’d figured the hardening quirk would have been able to take that kind of beating, but it was all too obvious to him just what had happened. Kirishima could have easily withstood one of his kicks… unless he’d given up. “I’m sorry too…”

Izuku braced himself for whatever may have come his way, but he wasn’t about to fight a friend that did nothing more than make a mistake that got him in over his head. He needed to figure something out, and fast. No one else needed to know what was going on if he could intervene and set things straight. He could protect Kirishima and fix the damage that had been done – they’d taken on more difficult tasks before, hadn’t they? 

With everything going on, it was clear that Kirishima was going to need someone on his side, regardless of what some bad choices had led to for everyone involved. 

“I wanna help you,” he breathed, willing his heartbeat to slow (at least to stop pounding in his ears so that he could calm down without hearing it.) “So you’re gonna have to be honest with me about what’s going on… It’ll just stay between us – I promise.” 

“Whoa, where did you get all that?”

He’s got several arms full of spooky stuff.

manifestedsun​:

“Discount shop had them for cheap.” 

“Cool! Where are you taking them? Need any help?”

manifestedsun​:

“Hm? Oh, sure.” He shifts to pass Kirishima a bag or two. “My place isn’t too far from the agency, I’m just bringing them home.”

Kirishima grabbed the bags, peeking into them to see the items up close. 

“It must be nice living so close to the agency! You’re going to decorate your place then?”

The electric blonde made sure he was up early, waking up the sturdy hero with a wrapped up box and kiss to the forehead followed by his loud ass voice "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" (for the special kiri in his heart uwu)

Eijiro never thinks that his birthday has to be some big deal, he’s always happy to maybe order some food and spend time with his friends. But he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t pleased to wake up to Denki wishing him a happy birthday, no matter how loud it was. He laughed at the kiss to his forehead and sat up taking the box from the other boy. 

“Wow, thank you! You didn’t have to get me anything! “ But he still smiled as happiness swelled inside of him, he really was lucky to have people like this in his life. 

Tetsutetsu BASHES down the door, one arm struggling to hold a cake that was twice the size of his head and the other pointing a hand right into Kirishima's face. "Bro............happy birthday time."

“Dude! Happy birthday!” Kirishima held a present up, beaming at his friend. It was a little odd at first realizing that they had the same birthday on top of their quirks being so similar, but now Kirishima was just happy to share his birthday with such a cool guy. “That cake looks awesome!”

yang is here to kick down kirishima's door and yell, "happy birthday, kiri!!"

“Yang! Thanks!” Her enthusiasm was appreciated, though that was the second time that day his door had been burst through. “You could have just opened it you know.” He told her with a laugh. No real harm though, they could always fix it and her excitement to wish him a happy birthday definitely made him feel special.

Kirishima slowed slightly as he listened to the muffled commotion on the other end of the line, it almost sounded like his teacher was in the middle of a fight. But he couldn’t be too busy if he’d answered the phone, right? He was kicked back into gear as he heard Todoroki opening the door to Bakugou’s floor and hurried up after him, bursting into the hall. As he’d assumed, there was a group of their classmates outside of his friends door. On his way in, Kirishima grabbed onto Kaminari to ask him to get a bucket of water and Iida ran off to get some advil as well. 

“It looks like mostly scorch marks,” He told Aizawa as he reentered Bakugou’s room. Todoroki was already sat on the bed near him, trying to use his quirk to being cooling Bakugou down. “Just the broken window from before.” Well there was also a little bit of fire on the windowsill, but Kirishima was able to stifle that quickly enough with a hardened hand, nothing to involve the fire department over. “Shouldn’t we try to get him to Recovery Girl? Or should we just wait for you?” 

  Well, that’s certainly not what he expected to be the call about.  At least it’s on speaker and in a pocket so he’s still hands free to yank on one end of the scarf to trip one of three opponents.  The other two are flung into each other and hastily wrapped up with the remaining party.  “Okay.  Get him advil, get a bucket to put his hands in and fill it with water.  Is there actual damage?  Like…are we missing part of the building or is shit-stuff just scorched?  Do I need to send you guys the fire department to make sure nothing happens while I get there?”   His foot connects to one of the villain’s mouths, effectively silencing them to allow him to listen to the response.  He now has phone out, trying to multitask and get someone to come pick up the guys so he could book it to the dorm.  The report could be done later.   @quirkdriven from here