If I Am Motivated There Will Be A Part Where Kirishima Is Sick Muahahahaha - Tumblr Posts

hey. are you alive?

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

you undoubtedly had a cold.

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

karma, i guess?

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

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

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

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

you: kiri im sick :(

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

you: whenever i show up again

you: if i show up again D:

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

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

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

"hi." the mystery person says.

you could recognize that voice anywhere.

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

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

"KIRI!" you exclaim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kirishima looked at you in confusion.

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

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

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

you huff. "okay" you gently replied.

kirishima got up, giving you a forehead kiss.

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

you smile up at him.

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

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

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

-

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

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

his eyes flutter open.

"hi again," you say.

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