This writing piece is a collaboration with Spice @strawberryandspiceandchocolate. We had a lot of fun writing this together. We hope you guys enjoy it!
Kirishima Eijirou X Reader
This contains Angst and Fluff, along with a Timeskip.
“Baby? Can you do my hair, please?” Kirishima calls out. He leans over the bathroom sink counter and looks into the mirror intensely. His eyes specifically target the annoying black roots sprouting from his scalp about an inch or two in length.
You walk into the bathroom and see him looking frustrated in the mirror.
“See, baby? They’re so annoying!” He quickly turns to you crouching over and bending his knees so he’s level at your shorter height.
Over the years since graduating UA, he’s added quite a few inches to his height standing currently at 6’5, he’s packed on a lot more muscle too. You’d imagine it’s slightly uncomfortable for this particularly large man to be crouching down to your smaller height like this.
Your fingers play through his hair taking note that it was in fact time for a touch up.
“Your hair grows so fast, Kiri.” Also since UA, Kirishima’s hair has grown well past his shoulders. He has no intentions on cutting it as he’s grown super attached to it, but there aren’t any complaints from you.
“Can you help me out again? The last time I tried the whole bathroom was stained red.” He stands up fully looking down at you with a slight pout.
Poor baby. You were away for a couple days working a fashion show and not only was he missing you, but he was growing antsy about his roots. He figured he did it back in school so he could do it even “better” now that he was older and a prohero.
You can only imagine how awkwardly cute and pitiful he looked while trying to dye his hair without your help.
Just imagine a 6’5 built Kiri in the bathroom trying to apply hair dye to the back of his head only getting more and more frustrated because he can’t see.
Kirishima met you one day and he went to a popular salon, seeking someone who could professionally take care of his hair after years of abuse.
It was cute. Imagine this big tall man coming into a hair salon all flustered and confused upon never stepping into such a space before. He doesn’t know what to ask or how to ask but the receptionist was sweet and patient. She set an appointment up for him, you ended up being his stylist and he was smitten ever since.
“Let’s get started then, baby.” You smiled up at him and stood on your tipping toes silently asking for a kiss. He gladly granted your request.
After getting all the necessary supplies set out and ready, you quickly got started. It was a simple procedure and caused no issues as you’ve done this countless times.
While you’re waiting for his roots to process, Kirishima turns on the home stereo and connects his phone.
It was a routine thing really.
“There’s some whores in this house, there’s some whores in this house-”
Fragile masculinity in this household? Never heard of her! Kirishima will rap this song from start to finish emitting the bad bitch energy he’s always had.
“Certificated freak! Seven days a week! Wet ass pussy, make that pull game weak! Ah ”
After the vibe session you washed and conditioned his hair thoroughly from the chemical and now it was time for the easiest and most satisfying part.
Red fire engine hair dye. After applying, washing and blow drying, you’re happy with the result. He looks so handsome.
“All done, Eji!” You exclaim and peck his cheek with your lips.
You hand him your hand mirror and he looks excitedly at himself but as he continues to look, it seems like an idea pops in his head.
“Baby, can I try something different?” He’s rummaging through your box of hair tools set on looking for something in particular.
“What are you loo-”
“These!” He pops up with clippers in hand with a wide smile spreading across his face showing his sharp edged teeth.
Your eyes widened as far as they could go.
“I’m not shaving your head Eijirou Kirishima!” You looked at him like he had just murdered 1,000 people.
“No! Just the back!”
“An undercut?”
“Yes! That!”
You got so giddy and excited to hear that he actually even suggested an undercut. You’ve had the idea for years but you knew he loved his hair and the thought of scissors even next to his head made him anxious.
“Are you sure, bub? I-” You looked at him unsure.
“I’m sure! I want to try something different! It’d be fun to have a new look!” He smiled brightly at you, again showing off his teeth. He was 100% confident in his decision.
Kirishima essentially let your creativity and expertise do it’s own thing during the cut. He trusted you would make him look awesome like you always did.
And you fucking snapped. You really did.
He looked… amazing.
“Ready to see?” You smiled as you picked up your hand mirror again.
“Yeah, baby. The suspense is killing me here.” He chucked, fidgeting in his seat a little from his nerves.
You handed him the mirror and his eyes widened.
His hair was up and pulled back stylishly in a bun exposing the newly added undercut.
“Babe! I love it! And you!” He jumped up and pulled you in an engulfing hug.
“-’M gl-ad you like it, hun!” Your voice was muffled.
“Huh?” Kirishima pulled away slightly looking down at you like a confused puppy.
You giggled.
“I said I’m glad you like it.” You smiled and he leaned down to place his lips onto yours softly.
warnings: none, this is just some fluffy comfort of kirishima. due to the request, we have f!reader. also there’s a bit of swearing.
notes:hello! this is a prompt request from @meilbox ,,, just some kirishima comfort for you. reader is a little burnt out, so kiri decides to help <3
prompt:eijirou kirishima + “you make me so proud, y’know?”
wc:1.6k
Eijirou Kirishima always went about his day with one person on his mind: you. If he was being honest, you were his favourite thing to daydream about during his activities at work. While he was doing paperwork, while he was sitting in the break room downing a protein shake, while he was out on patrol hoping you weren’t too bored working at home without him. He knew how hard you worked, how much you had been feeling down lately from demotivation and burnout. He wanted to see you relax again, so that your shoulders weren’t so tense and that you weren’t hunched over your desk in a tired daze when he got home at the end of his shift.
He decided right then and there that he would surprise you. Of course, the life of a pro-hero was always busy and filled to the brim with action as well as messy bureaucracy, yet Eijirou digressed. He was heading home early tonight, informing his sidekicks and Bakugou that he had urgent matters to attend to at home. “Yeah whatever, shitty hair. You can cut the bullshit and just say she needs you,” Bakugou rolled his eyes. Knowing his best friend for the majority of his life, he saw right through him.
A sheepish smile crossed Eijirou’s lips, hand rubbing the back of his neck. His face flushed a gentle shade of crimson to match his hair, the thought of you sitting at home waiting for him made his heart ache. “Sorry, Bakubro. I know it’s not really cool to leave you with the paperwork.”
“Stop worrying about it, dumbass. Go before I change my mind,” Bakugou huffed, feigning annoyance. Just as easily as Bakugou could see right through him, Eijirou could do all the same. There was no malintent from the ash blond, to which the redhead was quite grateful for. “Thanks, you’re the best!” he called after his best bro, waving as he exited the agency and said goodbye to his coworkers. He never skipped saying goodbye to anyone, like the sweetheart he was. It wasn’t manly to, anyways.
Eijirou stopped by the convenience store to pick up some snacks for you. He made sure to grab a tub of your favourite ice cream flavour, paying acute attention to your dietary restrictions he had memorized if any. He perused the aisle like a man on a mission, mostly because he was, swiping a few snacks you liked to indulge in whether they were sweet or salty. The price tag didn’t really matter to him, he knew your happiness would be worth however much yen your comfort foods would cost. As he stood in line for the cash, he noticed a small charm hanging off one of the racks. It was a small rose, red in colour that reflected his hair. A smile played on his features, hand reaching out to take the small keepsake off its display. He should get you flowers, he thought to himself, mentally making a note to stop by the florist before home. Though, that didn’t deter him from buying the small charm anyways. It reminded him of you, and anything that did deserved to be purchased regardless, at least to him.
Eijirou entered the apartment the two of you shared, greeting the small puppy that came running up to his feet. He grinned, setting down the plastic bag of items from the corner store and the bouquet of flowers onto the vanity beside the door to greet his fluffy son. Adopting a puppy together apparently classified as “the next step” to Eijirou. The small dog had been another one of his surprises. Having taken you to the shelter to adopt a dog together for your one year anniversary had you taken completely off guard. After giving a few last kisses to the pup, he shed himself of his shoes and headgear from his hero outfit to go and greet you.
You were sitting at your desk in your office. You had been dealing with a lot of paperwork from your part time job, as well trying to keep up with your classes at school. It felt incredibly overwhelming, and there were some days that were harder than others to drag yourself out of bed and work. It was a constant battle against your own subconscious urging you to rest, to take a break, yet you refused. You were already behind. You were always behind. Even so, you were doing the best you could despite your dwindling motivation.
The knock at your office door came softly, Eijirou calling your name before entering to see you asleep at your desk. You were slumped over a stack of books, pens spilling out from their Red Riot themed cup and onto the floor. Eijirou felt his heart thrum in his chest, a small smile dancing upon his lips as he approached you slowly. Gently moving a bit of your hair out of your face, he pressed a kiss to your head tenderly. “Sweetheart?” he murmured to you, crouching down to pick up the stray writing instruments off the floor and back into their holder. You stirred, mumbling something incoherent before your eyes fluttered open to meet Eijirou’s soft gaze. Your eyes focused on his eyes that shone like rubies, the roots of his hair showing ebony as a sign that he needed to re-dye them again. Your hand stretched out to cup his face, thumb running over the scar just below his right eye. Relief spread through your body. He came home. He allowed his larger hand to encase yours, head turning to press gentle lips to your fingers.
“Overworking yourself again?” You watched as his smile grew somber, eyes now shining with a new concern for you. You jolted upright, your back cracking at the sudden unexpected movement and you groaned. Swearing under your breath, you rubbed your face. “My project, oh god.”
“Sweetheart-”
“And that file I needed to submit by noon, shit that’s gonna be late. What time is it?”
“Baby-”
“Eiji, have you seen this document? I think that- oh fuck.”
“Y/n.”
You snapped your head up to see him, his brow knit together and his lips sporting a bit of a pout. His eyes were studying your face, your worn expression. He was worried about you. “Take a break, please,” he urged, “I brought you a few things, take tonight off.”
“But-”
“It’ll still be there tomorrow, won’t it? I’m home early, and I promise to quiz you on terms later. Honey, you’re working so hard. If you keep going like this, you’ll start getting burnt out.” His words fell on deaf ears, your worries and anxieties about deadlines plaguing your mind. As you opened your mouth to decline, a tiny chime of metal brought you out of your thoughts. Eijirou held up a necklace, one that held a tiny red rose charm on it. You could feel your heartstrings being tugged, your stomach fluttering. “Eiji, what’s this?” your voice was tiny, in awe at the little trinket as you took the delicate jewelry into your hands to further inspect it.
“It reminded me of you!” Eijirou chuckled, his signature sharktooth grin nearly blinding you from how vibrant it was. Your face prickled with heat, your fingers tracing the charm’s outline as you realized it was the identical colour of red as Eijirou’s hair. You let out a tiny snicker at that fact, turning it over to see that there was a tiny “E” engraved on the back of it. Tears welled up in your eyes, your hands moving to behind your head to clasp the chain around your neck without a second thought. You had been stressed for a long time, the feelings only building up like water in a dam about to burst. You felt a hand rest on your thigh, your gaze being averted to see your boyfriend’s face.
“You make me so proud, y’know? With how hard you’re working, how much you push yourself. You don’t have to impress anyone, I know you’re trying your best and that’s the manliest thing you could ever do. But what’s important too is that you take care of yourself and take breaks because you need them. Everyone needs breaks, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”
Taking your hands in his, tears finally rolled down your cheeks at his words. You were trying. You were trying so very hard. Eijirou knew that, and he wasn’t shy about saying that trying your best was enough for him. You would always be enough for him.
“Now c’mon, the ice cream is going to melt,” Eijirou allowed a gentle, rather angelic laugh to slip past his lips as his thumb gingerly brushed away your stray tears. After pressing his lips to your temple one final time, he swept you off your feet which caused you to squeal in a bit of a protest. “Eiji!”
“Nope! No more work tonight!” he declared. Your head was tucked into the nape of his neck, your sweet laughter ringing in his ears. In all honesty, Eijirou was glad to have you. You pushed him just as much as he pushed you to be better. Your relationship would always be something special to him, and he would do anything to make that known to you every single day. Whether that be through telling you he loved you each morning before work, going out to fancy five star restaurants completely dressed up, or forcing you to take breaks and cuddle on the couch with ice cream. He was so proud of you. He couldn’t help but feel that same sense of pride swelling in his chest as his eyes wandered to the tiny rose charm that hung off your necklace.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part ¾ of my pieces for the fifth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is holidays, and our third holidays is Mother’s Day with the manly Kirishima. The last part of my pieces for today will be out in a couple of hours to prepare yourself. You can find all the days of the collab here!
