interview ᣞ ᜓ ᛫ eijirou kirishima
𑜷 fem!chubby!reader / sexual content; no actual smut / reader is hyperfeminine / slightly crack
another interview. eijirou sat in an armchair in front of a camera, cards with ‘frequently asked questions’ on them in his hands.
“rolling,” the camera man stated.
“hey! pro hero red riot here to read and answer your frequently asked questions,” he grinned, holding up the cards.
he read the first card aloud: “what’s your favorite meal?”
“my wife’s chicken katsu, easily,” eijirou smiled, “or her eggs. she makes them perfectly jammy, and puts these little faces on them with seaweed.”
the next card read: “why do you wear pink jewelry?”
“i wear pink jewelry because they’re usually the extras in my wife’s packs. she’ll get hello kitty earring packs and there will be a set that’s just pink balls and i take them,” he stated, turning his head and pushing his hair out of the way to show the pink studs in his ears.
“what’s your phone lock screen?” was printed on the following card.
eijirou grabbed his phone, holding it up to show the camera. it was a picture of him and his wife. she had taken it while curled up in his lap in her polka dot mini shorts and a baggy sweatshirt that was blatantly his. it was taken when he wasn’t paying attention, eyes focused on the television as his hands held her.
“she took this while we were watching scooby doo: zombie island,” he explained, “we were binging all the movies.”
“what’s your haircare routine?” he read off the next card.
“honestly, i use my wife’s stuff. all off it. couldn’t tell you the exact products unless i texted her, and she’s sleeping right now,” he answered, “she’s gets up with me in the mornings and goes back to sleep because she works from home in the afternoons.”
“seriously, though, guys, don’t make fun of your girls for all their fancy products—it’s not manly at all—and they are wonderful.”
the following question was, “what’s your skincare routine?”
“my wife sits on my face nightly then i use her face wash in the morning. she then works her magic and puts on all the creams and serums for me. the one time i tried it, i broke out. she didn’t really care, she had the time of her life popping my pimples for whatever reason, but i just let her do it now.”
the camera men shared a few amused glances. he had mentioned it so casually.
“favorite activity? spending time with my wife. we do everything together. hell, we follow each other into the bathroom most of the time. i especially like when we go out to eat to fancy cafes that make cute foods. she gets so excited seeing a hello kitty shape onigiri or something like that,” he smiled. he adored his wife, that was apparent—more so than it had ever been.
“favorite memory?” he read from a card.
“meeting my wife. we met in ua, on the first day of freshman year. as soon as i saw her, talking with her friends, i fell in love. denki—chargebolt—still tells me i looked more dazed than he does when he overuses his quirk,” eijirou laughed.
“random fact?” the following card read.
“i can hip thrust and bench press over three hundred pounds,” he admitted confidently, “and i regularly lift my wife up to do bicep curls with her.”
he glanced down, realizing that had been the last card.
“well, i guess that’s all. see ya next time, yeah?” eijirou grinned and waved at the camera before it cut off.
that evening at home, she rushed over to him with a big smile. she threw her arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist. he kissed her forehead gently, like always.
“as much as i love when you talk about me, maybe don’t tell the world how i sit on your face nightly,” she giggled.
“what? they wanted the truth! i think it actually helps,” he defended himself.
“eiji, you just wanted to flex that you eat your wife out.”
“so what if i did? it’s very manly to eat your girl out,” he huffed under his breath.
“mhm, very, very manly, baby.”
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