Classmate!Eijirou x Reader
Contains: Sloppy writing (soz its midnight), 0.7k words || Masterlist
A/n: So! This actually happened to me in design class (yes, the same design class Design brief is based off of) I was mortified.
All you knew was that your hand was resting dangerously close to his.
Sitting on the desks amidst the chaos of the room, it seemed like you and Kirishima were the only ones not attached to a screen — choosing to fondly watch Denki flail his arms around and badly aim like he had a gun in whatever VR game he was playing instead. The rest of your class scattered throughout the room on various computers and TVs playing every game imaginable.
It wasn’t even like you were close, not really — no matter how much you wanted to get to know the redhead next to you, you were just in wildly different friend groups and apart from shy smiles and occasional greetings you never really interacted.
“NO.” You looked back at Ochako and Tsuyu — your bestfriends — getting extremely heated over a round of Mario Kart. Your attention was snapped back to the electric blond in front of you as you leaned back to dodge his punch, who seemed to be forgetting he was still in a classroom and not in whatever zombie ridden world he was playing.
Thats why you were here anyways. There were no more controllers or games left — with everyone except you and Eijirou hogging them, hence why you decided to sit next to him.
Might as well use the opportunity to get to know him.
“So.” You awkwardly started as you both watched the blonde blindly walk dangerously closer to where Katsuki was sitting with a controller. Dangerous. You wished him the best of luck.
“What are your hobbies?” Well shit. Could you get more boring?
Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, shooting you a sheepish smile as he responded
“Nothing really, I mean I play basketball sometimes and go to the gym, but that's about it.”
Well. You couldn’t relate; being the type of person to do every hobby under the sun, the awkwardness intensified.
Peering at his face, it was clear you were the only one who felt like that, the redhead sporting the calmest expression, his eyes set on yours.
Feeling your face heat up under his attention you quickly looked away, clearing your throat trying to continue this conversation like an empowered woman that did not fall apart by men because like — fuck the patriarchy.
“Yeah? Thats like so different to me ha-ha, what do you do after school then?” Sure, it was boring talk, but at least it was something.
“Oh uh, I work.” Well, that was just bloody unfair.
“Oh, that's cool! Where do you work? I've been looking for a job for so long, but it seems that everyone just ghosts me which is so stupid because why bother hiring the-..n” You awkwardly trailed off, the rant of angry passion clearly amusing him as a smile played on his lips.
“I work at a local pizza place.” He replied, answering your question.
“Oh! I love pizza! Theres this really cute pizza place down xxx alley, they have like the best pizza ever!” You continued — excited to finally have something to talk about, completely missing his fond grin. “They have like the best base, and they put like so many toppings for so cheap too! It's so worth the money, my family buys from them like every week because its genuinely so yum. Like I don’t know who makes them, but they deliver every damn time like I wanna give them a big fat smooch because the first time I had it was genuinely mind blowing.”
Maybe his shit eating grin should have let off warning signs in your head.
You looked at him weird “What are you talking about?”
The grin didn’t leave his face.
“Didn’t know you felt so strongly for my cooking hm?”
His grin just seemed to get bigger at your mortification — fuck you just said you wanted to kiss the chef.
“I see you come in you know. With your dad?”
“Hanta also works with me you know? We both see you.”
Oh! Okay time to kill yourself!! You always dressed crusty, often getting pizza after training when you were sweaty and stank like a teenage boys' sock.
“I’d take you up on the offer though.”
Your hand finally moving away from where they were almost touching as you felt your face burn as you yanked the VR off of the blonde, putting it on. If you couldn't see Kirishima then he didn't exist, and you could ignore the ridiculous sentence that just came out his mouth. Fuck was he serious, you'd kiss him even withou- No.
Clearly you hadn't ever used VR because, surprise — you can still see him on the loading screen — and he’s still grinning at you.
Oh, you're never going to live this one down, are you?
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