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a/nπŸ““: I seriously can't get mascot!kirishima outta my head

ππ‘πˆπ„π…. your boyfriend is on the football team. Your boy-crazed best friend is desperate to know who he is and what position he plays.

ππ€πˆπ‘πˆππ†π’. mascot!kirishima x reader

π–π€π‘ππˆππ†π’. no quirks au/high school football au, no gender revealed, fluff

A/n: I Seriously Can't Get Mascot!kirishima Outta My Head

"β€”Y/n, you said that your boyfriend's on the team, right?"

Hikotori's unexpected grating voice makes your entire body feel like it's being squeezed for a spilled moment. You huddled tighter into the frosted, metal panel from the bleachers to give you a little space from her. "Huh?"

"I asked if your boyfriend was on the team," gray air escaped from her mouth when she mumbles from beneath her yellow scarf, "but you never told us who. Which one? is it Bakugo Katsuki?"

You took a glance down at the runner-back with blonde hair sticking out of the cavity of his blue helmet. He propelled his way towards the opposite side of the field, toppling the protestors that clung to him. You cuddled your coat closer into you, unsure whether or not it was from him or a brush of cold air.

"No, he's too aggressive." The referee blows his whistle that catches the player's attention. He just only has to lift one arm in a sealed fist for all hell to let loose.

A/n: I Seriously Can't Get Mascot!kirishima Outta My Head

"Too aggressive? So, what about Seroβ€” Or Denki? It takes a minute to light a fire under their asses." She speaks.

Your eyes don't leave the scene unfolding but you eye how the two wide receivers, lanky and all, try to aim to prevent a man who's built like a bull from chancing to berate the referee, shouting something amongst the lines of, "how the hell was that a foulβ€” I didn't touch him!" while the poor referee whistles his lungs out. It's a mess.

"Mm-em," you shook your head.

"Then who is it? Midoriya?" she sighed, surrendering. "He's cute but isn't he dating that girl in graphic designs?"

You don't even give the green-haired boy a single glimpse. Your attention is arrested by your school mascot parading to the music concerning your school's band, unbeknownst to the chaos happening behind him. "Nope."

Your school mascot is a red bear with a round head and round ears. His name is Gnarl, Gnarl the Blushing Bear. He has two black dots as his eyes and a cute cat-like smile. He had only a large striped blue and white jersey that had a design that looked like an "A" displaced in the middle. This was a gloss for innocent. The rest of his body, however, is decked out of stuffed muscles to give it a "don't-fuck-with-me-or-my-crew" kind of vibe. It wasn't the bear that controlled your thoughts, however, it was the man inside it.

"Nope as in, I'm not dating him OR he's not dating Uruaka?"

You let Hikotori's words be left in the air, ignoring her frantic pleads for the rest of the tournament.

When the game expired with UA devouring Shiketsu High School in points. You don't waste a moment on it though, hustling gingerly down the aluminum steps so Hikotori couldn't notice you while she talked to her other friends. While the team is rejoicing, you take a shift into the boy's locker room. The room is empty until an enormous silhouette cast's upon you. "You shouldn't be in here," the voice announced.

You turn around his a big grin. Gnarl the bear decapitates himself, but what comes after he was beheaded is a beautiful red-haired man inside it. Kirishima is so saturated in sweat that even his signature hairstyle remains nearly unrecognizable, but with his face being red, he sports a sharp grin from ear to ear that you can identify.

You walk up to him, "you did good today," you say, planting your hands on his shoulders, "why aren't you celebrating with them?"

He shrugs, "I knew we were gonna win anyway, plus it's so fervent in this suit."

You smiled then leaned in for a kiss. Sure, it might've left a flavor of salt on your lips, but did it matter? Not really, you think.

You just love your boyfriend.


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