#bakugou!reader

He brushed off your odd behaviour. Assuming you broke up with your boy toy of the month. He knew you didn’t spend the night at home. He called your best friend, Mai, who he knew you were with the night before as nobody was able to get a hold of you in the morning. She told him you probably weren’t home as you cut the outing short when you left with a guy. He didn’t know who this month's victim was, nor did he care. All he cared about was that you didn’t get with any of his friends, or close-ish coworkers. He said the rule to you, too, he wasn’t keen on you messing with anyone who he had to maintain a relationship with.

It was understandable, sure. Which is exactly why you agreed to it. You were kinda sad about it as you had a massive crush on his classmate, Shoto Todoroki when you were 13 and Katsuki just entered high school. But, oh well, you would live with it.

As you downed your fourth, no, fifth glass of champagne, you finally started feeling the effects of the alcohol. You also started gaining the confidence to actually acknowledge your brother's presence at the table, pretending like you didn’t get your back blown out by his best friend just 12 hours ago.

As the alcohol hit your head, so did the flashback.

“Oh, fuck. Katsuki’s gonna murder me” Kirishima groaned, his crimson eyes wide, not believing the sight in front of him. 

“Oh, fuck me.” he groaned, once again, his big hands brushing through his long red hair.

“Uh, I think we kinda covered that part, don’t ya think?” you attempted to chuckle at your joke, though just a whine came out, the shock still not leaving your body. 

“Do you remember anything? I don’t. Maybe we didn’t-” he brought his head up to take a good look at you for the first time.

You were beautiful, he couldn’t deny that. He could see the outline of your body, the white sheet not doing much to cover your figure. Your mascara was smudged. Probably from clubbing, or sleeping. Or most likely the amazing sex you had the night before. Though, he still let the possibility you two didn’t do anything linger in his brain. But, looking at you, he doubted he would be able to contain himself and just spend the night with you, without absolutely destroying you in every way possible. Especially under the influence.

He spotted the purple and blue marks on your neck and collarbone. He assumed there were marks on other parts of your body. 

No, maybe all you did was in fact kiss. Yeah, that’s totally possible. It also wouldn’t count as a betrayal of his best friend, wouldn’t it? I mean kissing and sex are two things that are very different and surely Katsuki would understand  -

But no, he remembered now. All hope was lost when he remembered your screams and whines. You entangled in his arms, begging for more, begging for him to give you more. How could he forget? He thinks he’ll probably never be able to forget your mewls. He’ll most likely die wishing he could hear them once more.

“No, we definitely- uhm - yeah.” you stumbled over your words. You didn’t do that often. Actually, you never stuttered, you were also never nervous. It simply didn't run in your family.

But, standing practically naked, in front of the equally naked number 8th pro hero of the country, was a little intimidating. Especially since the pro hero has known you since you were an awkward thirteen year old. Back when you had braces, no social skills and no other interests besides the latest kpop group.

You melted under his gaze, which was not a common occurrence for you. You were usually the one doing the metaphorical melting. You could feel him analysing your body. You returned the favour, noticing how huge he got in the past decade. Sure, you two saw each other here and there, granted you didn’t really run in the same circles of friends. Especially since there was also the fact you avoided your brother as much as possible during social gatherings.

You knew of his and his friends’ reputation, everybody in Japan did. You didn’t want to risk witnessing your brother taking one of his many conquests home, it was gross. Especially if he decided he would pursue one of your friends, which would be even worse to witness.

That’s exactly why you had formed the little pack of not sleeping with each other's friends. It was simple enough to follow, wasn’t it?

If so, why did you find yourself in your current situation?

Well, you always thought Eijirou was attractive. Katsuki always picked his friends well, that's for sure. He never really gave you any attention when you were younger. He always visited your home while him and your brother were in hero training. He also told you multiple times he sees you as a younger sister. Granted, you were probably always looked at as a kid, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a little sad when he brought his first girlfriend to the Bakugou household.

But, things are different now. You look very different now, and so does he. You’re not children anymore. And he definitely looks even better now that he has matured.

You decided daydreaming wouldn’t do you any good in this situation

“I should probably go.”

You started looking around the room for your clothes.

“Uh, here” Kirishima scratched the back of his head while he held out a piece of black lace in his hand. “It was on the floor.”

Oh, grear. The sturdy hero Red Riot was holding your lacy bra in his hand.

“Thanks. You think I could borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah” he opened a drawer, handing you a simple black t-shirt that was way too big for you, oh well, it would use. “Here you go.” He threw the shirt at you.

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, expecting him to give you a little bit of privacy so you could wiggle out of the white sheet that was probably doing nothing to actually cover you.

“Uh right, sorry.” 

He got up, not without grabbing a pillow to cover his lower body. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. This huge mountain of a man, scrambling to find a pair of underwear, while on his tippy toes mind you, as quickly as possible. Eijirou retreated to the bathroom once he found one.

Once you heard the door of the bathroom lock, you finally let go of the white sheet, your knuckles white from how hard you were gripping it. You put the shirt on, taking note of the hickeys on your breasts. Just as you got dressed in the shirt that went down to half your thigh, you ran into the next problem.

Where the fuck was your underwear?

Just as Kirishima exited the bathroom, he saw you bent over, your ass up high, on full display. You were bent over the ottoman, looking for something. He smirked at the sight. What’s the harm in enjoying a view for a little bit? It’s not like he would get a second chance to look at it, right? Wrong.

You quickly stood up straight as you felt a pair of eyes on you.

“Could you stop staring and help me find my underwear?” you said, visibly annoyed.

Eijirou smirked, “I’m sorry, princess, I couldn’t help it. You wouldn’t believe the view” 

You tried to hide the blush that crept up at the compliment. Biting your lip and looking in the other direction in an attempt to hide your smile.

“And here’s your underwear” Kirishima grabbed the lacy fabric that was visibly ripped off the bed. “But it probably won’t be much use to you now.”

“Oh” you blushed “That’s fine. Thanks anyway, I guess.”

“I can get you a pair of mine if you want.” he offered.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine.” Great, now you have to get home without underwear.

“I don’t really cook, but I’m gonna order some breakfast, if you want to stay,” Kirishima suggested, secretly hoping you would say yes.

“Uh, I would love to. But, I-I have this thing. At work. Yeah, a work thing. So I should probably get to the office.” You lied, but who could blame you? 20 more minutes at his place and you would have to talk about the elephant in the room. Your brother.

Oh fuck, Katsuki. You had to have dinner with him tonight. You were hoping you could take a week to process and gather yourself before you had to face him.

Maybe if you called for a rain check? Faked sick? No, that would obviously indicate there was something wrong. Bakugous never got sick.

“Oh, sure. I get it. We lead busy lives.” Eijirou answered with a dreamy smile plastered on his face.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” You said as you made your way to the front door, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, without underwear, your bra stuffed in your Balenciaga bag and wearing strappy black heels. You sure were a sight for sore eyes.

“I sure hope you do.” Kirishima thought to himself as he watched you leave his room, then head out the front door.

You were brought back to reality by the clinking of glasses.

“To our talented daughter. I always knew you would get far” your father smiled, looking over to your mother who bared an identical expression.

“To you, sister” Katsuki grumbled, though you knew he was being sincere.

Kirishima sighs and leans back in his seat. “Never a dull moment in this class, am I right?” Bakugou and Midoriya were once again fighting and took it a little far during hero training, so Aizawa took them to chew them out while the rest of the class is supposed to be working on homework.

“Nope!” Mina agrees cheerfully. “Especially with those two around!”

Kaminari reaches above his head and stretches. “Man, those two saved us! Now we’ve got basically a free period!”

Iida appears behind the blond with his signature hand-chopping. “Aizawa-Sensei said that we should be using this time to work on material for another class, and it would be disrespectful to misuse the time!”

“Aw c’mon man! Just chill out!”

As Kaminari and Iida start to go back and forth, Mina puts a finger to her chin in thought. “A free period, huh?” Suddenly, an evil glint appears in her eyes and she swiftly gathers all the girls in one corner of the classroom and starts whispering furiously. The other girls’ eyes light up and they start to smile. A mischievous aura starts to emanate from their corner, causing some of the other students to take notice.

“I-is everything alright over there?” Asks Ojiro, subtly scooting back.

Mina grins and nods as Momo and Uraraka head towards the door to the class and block it off, just in case. “Yeah, we just had a little idea of what to do with this free time~”

All the guys shudder at the sweetly-fake tone of her voice.

“Remember how at the Sports Festival, all of us girls had to wear those cheerleading outfits? Well guess who’s turn it is?”

“You-you’re not implying that-” Sero stutters.

“That you’re all going to have to wear them too? Yep!”

Mineta makes a big x with his arms. “No way! I’m no cross-dresser!”

“Aw come on, it’s only fair,” Hagakure pouts. “Isn’t it Iida? We had to wear them, so now the guys have to?”

Iida flushes at being put on the spot like that. On one hand, she does have a point, but on the other, his male classmates seem thoroughly against the idea.

“Don’t let them trick you, Iida!”

“Don’t fall for it!”

“It’s not fair at all!”

The boys are in an uproar, and Iida has to find a way to defuse the situation fast. “How about a compromise?” He proposes, trying to appease both sides.

“A compromise?” asks Jirou.

“Yes, you are determined to get the guys to wear the uniforms, but the guys are heavily against the idea. Is there some middle ground we can find?”

Mina hums in thought. “I mean, I only really need to see one guy wearing it, really.” The other girls agree.

“Yeah, if one of you guys wear it, that’s fine!” Uraraka chimes in.

“Very well! We shall have one of us wear the uniform!” Iida announces.

“Nose goes!” yells Kaminari, his finger flying towards his nose. All the other boys rush to do the same, even a very confused Todoroki. The only one who didn’t manage to do it was…

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

The (H/C) looks up from the book he was absorbed in. “Hm?” He quickly notices how everyone else has their fingers on their noses and pales. “Aw come on, guys! I wasn’t paying attention! That’s not fair!”

“Ah ah ah, the rules are the rules! You didn’t put your finger on your nose in time!” Kaminari wags a finger in (Y/N)’s direction.

(Y/N) sighs and shuts his book. “Alright, fine. What stupid thing did we agree to now?”

Mina clutches his arm excitedly. “We’re gonna dress you up in a cheerleading outfit and make you look like a girl!”

(Y/N) pales. “You’re what?!?!”

“You guys made us wear them at the Sports Festival, so now it’s your turn!”

“But I don’t- guys help me out here, please-”

He looks towards the boys but are met with solemn faces.

“Sorry (Y/N), it’s either you or all of us.” Mineta states.

“Thanks for taking one for the team bro!” Kirishima gives him a thumbs-up.

“Yeah, because of you, we don’t all have to do it!”

“But I really don’t want to-” he tries again, only to be shut down once more.

“You didn’t win nose-goes, so you’ve gotta do it!”

(Y/N) looks insanely uncomfortable as the boys cheer for him and the girls usher him out of the room to dress him up, but he weakens as they convince him that it's only fair and that because he's doing it, the other boys don't have to.

He takes the uniform from Momo and steals Jirou's makeup kit before sending them back to the classroom, surprising the girls but they let him be. They idly chatter as they wait for the (H/C) to come back to the classroom.

"Do you think he actually knows how to use makeup?" Asks Hagakure. "I mean, he is still a guy."

"Maybe he'll surprise us," Momo replies. "After all, makeup is genderless!"

They continue talking, trying to speculate what he could possible look like, but nothing prepares them for the actual thing. The door to the classroom opens softly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think it was a girl standing there. His (H/L) hair, normally kept up and out of his face, has been let down and styled slightly to frame his face. His face has a light dusting of blush and highlight that makes his cheekbones shine, along with natural-looking lips and killer eyeliner with a shimmer or orange across his eyelids. The crop top and skirt work together to reveal a harsh hourglass figure, his waist dipping in while his hips come out, and there’s a surprising amount of cleavage that he sports. The skirt reveals long, shapely legs, looking powerful but feminine. He shifts uncomfortably as the class stares in shock.

“Woah, (Y/N)! You clean up nicely!” Mina shouts, excited.

“You look like an actual girl!” Hagakure claps.

“Maybe we should just make you one of the girls!”

(Y/N) flinches at that, but no one takes any notice. The guys start to comment as well.

“Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t know you knew how to use makeup! That’s really manly, bro!”

“If you were a girl, I’d totally date you!”’

“You actually look really good-”

No one notices (Y/N)’s increasing discomfort, or how he’s starting to look slightly upset. Even as Mineta stalks forward, they talk amongst themselves at how cute and girly he looks.

“You know, those are quite a pair of boobies you’ve got there, (Y/N). Be a pal and let me squeeze them?” He’s got an absolutely perverted look on his face, and (Y/N) crosses his arms over his chest protectively.

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not, man? It’s not like you’re gonna feel it; they’re fake, right?”

(Y/N) flushes and tightens his arms.

“No way! You actually have boobs? What are you, a cross-dresser? I always knew there was something off about you!”

“Shut up!”

Everyone stills as the normally mild-tempered male snaps.

“I’m not a girl! I’m a boy, and I hate every bit of this! So what if I was born this way? It’s not who I am! And I don’t want to hear any of you saying this shit! So just shut up!”

He’s panting hard at the outburst, and everyone’s shocked. None of them notice how the door opens, revealing Bakugou and Midoriya, finally back from getting yelled at by Mr. Aizawa.

“Oi, extras, what the hell is going on in here-”

“Damn, she’s just like her brother.” Mineta shakes his head. “Damn shame, she was so hot too.”

(Y/N) recoils like he’d been slapped, and the class for the first time can see the tears in his eyes. His eyes fight to narrow in anger, because dammit that hurt, he thought that he could trust this class.

“Fuck all of you,” he spits and turns heel and flees. He runs past his brother and his boyfriend standing in the door, not paying them any attention through the tears starting to fall down his face.

No one makes a move. Finally one of the boys in the door speaks up, but it’s not who they were expecting.

“What the fuck.” Midoriya curses, and the entire class startles. Midoriya isn’t one to curse, so for the cinnamon roll to suddenly drop an f-bomb is almost unheard of. “What the hell happened.”

“We- we were dressing up a guy in the cheerleading outfit as revenge from the Sports Festival, and (Y/N) got picked-” Mina stammers in an effort to explain.

“Who knew she was such a hottie,” Mineta drools. “Shame on you Midoriya for hiding her sweet body from us, always pretending she’s a boy.”

The door frame cracks from where Midoriya’s clutching it, his quirk subconsciously activating. “That’s because he is a boy, Mineta.”

“But she’s got boobs and such a hot figure! I bet she’s even got a hot-”

“Shut the hell up you grape!”

Bakugou looks absolutely murderous over hearing his brother referred to in that way. “He’s more of a fucking man than you’ll ever be!”

“At least I have a dick!”

Bakugou stalks towards Mineta, explosions crackling in his palms.

“You want to repeat that again, you dumb grape bastard?”

Mineta finally realizes who he’s talking to and how he’s talking, and starts to backpedal furiously.

“Deku.” Bakugou growls. “Go take care of my dumb brother. He’s probably crying over the shit these extras pulled. I’ll make sure they know how much they fucked up.”

The class shudders as Midoriya nods and runs down the hallway in the direction (Y/N) had fled. He leaves behind him the sounds of explosions and the screams of one short male.

Midoriya heads towards the stairwell, going to the ground layer as he knows that’s where (Y/N) likes to go when he’s upset and will likely be there already. Sure enough, the (H/C) is tucked into the shadows and has his knees pulled into his chest, muffling his cries. Midoriya doesn’t say anything at first, instead just sitting down next to him and rubbing a hand along his back, until (Y/N)’s posture begins to relax and his cries slow. His legs straighten out and he slumps into Midoriya, completely spent.

“Hey there, babe. How’re you feeling?”

(Y/N) just shakes his head where he’s buried it against Midoriya’s arm.

“That’s understandable. Think you could look at me, babe?”

He sniffs again, and slowly looks up at Midoriya. His makeup has been ruined and his eyeliner is smeared around from him crying, but Midoriya doesn’t seem to care.

“There’s my handsome boy.” He takes a tissue out of his pocket and gently wipes away the mess on his face, until (Y/N)’s face is once again clear and clean. Once that’s done, he pulls the other boy into his arms and holds him, a hand coming up to stroke his hair.

“Want to talk about it?”

“You know how the girls wore those cheerleading uniforms at the Sports Festival?” (Y/N) begins quietly after a moment. “They wanted to see the guys in one too. People started to fight over it, and eventually Iida made them reach a compromise. Only one guy had to wear it and I was picked, I guess. They just weren’t expecting me to look like an actual girl, I guess.” He chuckles darkly. “I tried to get out of it, but the girls were so excited and the guys seemed so relieved that it wasn’t them, and I guess I was the best suited for it since I’m-”

His voice cracks and he stumbles over the next part.

“Since I was born as a girl.”

His eyes fill with tears again and he buries his face into Midoriya’s chest.

“What’s wrong with me, Zuku? Why couldn’t I have just been normal?”

“Hey. None of that.” The greenette forces the (H/C) to look up at him. “You’re perfectly normal. They were in the wrong. You obviously didn’t want to do it, and the way Mineta talked to you was not okay.”

The (H/C)’s face crumples at the mention of the short male. “Oh god, Mineta. He thinks- he thinks I’m a girl pretending to be a boy-”

“Which isn’t true and I’m sure Kacchan’s already ripping him and the rest of the class a new one.”

(Y/N) doesn’t say anything, just melts into Midoriya a little more.

“You want to stay here on the floor for a while longer or go back to the dorms so you can get changed and we can cuddle?”

“Second option please.”

“Will do!”

He stands, pulling (Y/N) into his arms and then picking him up in a bridal-carry. Said boy blushes all the way back to the dorms, until Midoriya puts him down on the bed and grabs a set of well-loved oversized All Might pajamas from the closet.

“Here, you can change into these.” He turns his back and looks away while (Y/N) changes, until there’s a tug on his shirt from behind. His boyfriend’s practically drowning in the clothes, but he looks much more comfortable than before. Instantly Midoriya is pulling him to the bed, and they lay down together without a word. The greenette keeps the other cradled to his chest, content with the silence.

“Thank you…” manages (Y/N) after a few minutes. “For all that.”

“Of course!” Midoriya starts stroking a hand through (H/C) locks. “You’re my boyfriend, first of all, and a boy second, and shouldn’t have been forced to do that third. I bet Kacchan’s already taken care of it, but we’re going to make sure the class knows what happened and why that wasn’t okay. Especially Mineta. I love you just the way you are. And nothing can change that.”

(Y/N) tears up again, hiding his face in the other male’s chest. “I love you.”

So, keeping that in mind, how on earth did a vase appear in your perfectly decorated home? Last you remembered your quirk definitely did not have anything to do with teleporting tacky objects into your vicinity. 

You slowly opened your eyes, the brightness (and the hangover) hitting you like a brick right on your face. As the hangover, along with the realisation that you were not, in fact laying in your bed flooded in, so did the memories of last night. 

It started as a simple dinner with a few of your girlfriends. You ordered a bottle of champagne and dined on the most expensive dishes in the whole country of Japan. Oh, you remembered now. You were celebrating. Your mother finally deemed you worthy of offering you the job as creative director of her luxury clothing brand, which you obviously gladly accepted. Sure, those who thank nepotism for your success weren’t all that wrong, but you know you worked harder than any of her other employees and you earned the position with your own blood, sweat and tears.

You squinted as you looked around the room you were currently in, trying to blink away the blurriness. You looked under the sheets you were covered by, praying that - nope, of course, you were naked. 

You remembered why you even opened your eyes as the phone in your hand kept buzzing. You cringed as you read your brother's name flashing on the screen. You debated hanging up, but you were quite familiar with Katsuki’s temper, so you decided against it.

“Oi, dipshit” you heard your brother's endearment from the other line.

“Hey, asshole” you half whispered, still not quite sure if you had company, as you were too scared to look to your left and see if the other side of the queen bed you had spent the night in was occupied. Your voice was hoarse, and your throat still burned from last night's outing.

“Why do you sound like that? Did you just wake up? It’s 11 A.M., I knew you were lazy, but I didn't think it got this bad.”

“Not all of us are wannabe big-shot pro heroes. Some of us have actual jobs and have to work late sometimes.” you rolled your eyes as you lied through your teeth, you were definitely not doing anything remotely close to work last night.

You slowly got out of bed, stumbling on a foreign object. You looked down and realised you tripped over the lacy bra you were wearing last night. Well, at least you wore cute undergarments.

You grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped your naked body with it, uncovering the tall, lean and chiselled figure of your companion, the man’s head still lying covered by a pile of pillows. You could hear the sounds of his light snoring, indicating he was soundly asleep. Lucky bastard, he wasn’t the one having to be on the phone with the pissy spiky-haired blonde.

Your admiring was cut short by the angry screeching voice of your older brother.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A WANNA-BE WOMAN?!” 

You audibly cringed as the loudness reached your ears and decided to move your conversation to the on-suite bathroom, in hopes of not waking up the person you presumed was the owner of the home you were currently in.

“Why are you groaning? Are you drunk? I swear you’re worse than mom, who drinks before 6-”

“Shut up Suki, I’m not drunk. I’m groaning because you’re the first person I have to listen to and you’re ruining my plans for a peaceful morning.”

“Tch, ya’ think I actually wanna talk to you? You should be grateful I even took time out of my busy morning to call you to congratulate you on the promotion.”

“Oh, so you’re congratulating me? See, I always knew you did have a heart somewhere deep down.”

You swear you can hear him roll his red eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m calling because mom couldn’t get a hold of you all morning. She’s been yelling like a mad woman, callin’ you irresponsible.”

Yeah, that sounded like your mother.

“We’re having dinner tonight. I made a reservation for the four of us, at that fancy sushi place you like. I’ll text you the details later.”

Before you could even try to tease your brother for being a softie and wanting to celebrate his sister's success, you were met by a beep indicating he had already hung up the call. You sighed, making a mental note to take time out of the day to mentally prepare yourself for the obnoxiously loud dinner that’s going to take place in a few hours.

You loved your family, you truly did. But there was no denying they were too much at times. Especially your mother and brother. You were always told, ever since you were a small child that you took more after your father, Masaru. You might have inherited your mother's beauty, wit, sense of style and talent for fashion design, but your half of the short temper inheritance seemed to just be passed over to your older brother, Katsuki. 

You looked around the huge bathroom you were in, taking in the marble counters and the glossy tiles. You peeked in the shower, not seeing any 3-in-1 shampoo, which was always a green flag in your book. You splashed some cold water on your face, which did nothing for the headache you were carrying.

As you lifted your head up and took a good look at your face in the giant mirror in front of you, you took in all your features. Your mascara was smeared, the remains of your lipstick still a bit visible on your lips. The bags under your eyes were more visible than ever. But the main thing you noticed was the purple and blue hickeys all over your neck and chest. The man you spent the night with obviously not wanting to let you go without a parting gift

“Well that’s for sure gonna be a bitch to hide.” you thought to yourself as your manicured fingers trailed over the bite marks.

You kind of remember you and your friends, tipsy off of champagne deciding to go to the opening of the newest high-end club, a few blocks away from the fancy restaurant you ate dinner at. You’re also more than sure that you spent more than a couple of hundreds of dollars on drinks and whatever else you decided to consume the night before. 

You manage to remember grinding on a tall, muscular figure, hungrily kissing him shoved against a wall of the crowded club.

“You wanna get out of here?” the deep voice made your whole body shudder.

“Yes, please” you managed to get out, not even caring if you sounded too needy, desperate for any kind of relief.

The figure smiled with sharp teeth as he took your hand and guided you toward the exit.

You couldn’t help but find the smile familiar like you’ve seen it somewhere before. Everything was still very blurry but you couldn't help the familiarity that kept sneaking up your neck, though you brush it off as a symptom of your hangover. Big mistake

You decide you’ve stalled enough and come up with an escape plan in your head. All you had to do was locate all your clothes - no, not even all of them. You could do without the underwear. You just had to grab the brand new leather pants as you just bought them yesterday and couldn’t bare leaving them in a stranger's bedroom. Your lacy bodysuit too, maybe you’ll even have time to grab a t-shirt, to minimize the effect of your walk of shame. And your heels too, you probably shouldn’t leave without your Manolos.

The plan was perfect, bulletproof even, some would probably say. The only problem was, as you quietly opened the door of the bathroom, you were met with the strangers' sleepy crimson eyes. Only, it was no stranger standing in front of you. It was Eijiro Kirishima, more famously known as one of the top heroes of Japan, Red Riot. Or, more familiar to you as your brother's best friend since their first year of high school.

“K-Kirishima?” you stuttered, your mouth standing agape from the shock Your body completely froze, as you held the sheet glued to your body with a death grip. As if covering yourself will undo the events of last night.

You gave her a quiet ‘hm?’, not regarding her much attention and continued writing the e-mails.

“There’s a package for you, miss Bakugou.”

“What is it?” you asked, still not taking your eyes off the computer screen. You assumed it was a thank you gift from one of the many clients you worked with, or maybe something from a fashion brand Mitsuki previously collaborated with.

“Uh- it’s a bouquet. A box too, it has your name on it.” 

A bouquet? That’s a little unusual. You usually received notes from clients, maybe a piece of clothing, a bag or sometimes jewelry, a bouquet seemed a little personal. But, oh well, perhaps a new position came with more personal gifts, not that you would know.

“Well, who’s it from?”

“I wouldn’t know, there’s no name on the outside, There is a note in the flowers, though. They probably signed their name.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Just put it on my desk” you murmured, annoyed your peace was disturbed.

Himari entered your office with a grand bouquet of red roses. It was at least two times bigger than her head, and she was visibly struggling to hold it.

Your eyes widened as you admired the size of the flower arrangement in front of you. As she put the flowers down on your desk, she disappeared for a few seconds, coming back with a white Simone Perele black and white gift bag that you recognised all too well in her hands.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Simon Perele is a French lingerie brand, and last you remembered, Mitsuki never had a collaboration with them. You would definitely know if such collection existed. So, which client is being so inappropriate to send you underwear?

And that’s when it clicked. The red roses and the lingerie. This was no client of yours. You quickly shooed Himari out of your office and sprung yourself out of your chair. Your heels clicked on the floor as you made your way around the desk, grabbing the note that was on the box.

Hope this makes up for the underwear,

- E

Of course. Of course, it was Eijiirou. Just as you were starting to forget about the night that took place almost two weeks ago now. As if it wasn’t enough he occupied your mind most of the hours of the day.

Your curiosity had risen as you pulled on the delicately wrapped white satin ribbon that was wrapped in a bow around the box. You opened the box and your eyes were met with a bright red lingerie set. Not just any shade of red, though. It was Red Riot’s signature shade.

Well, it’s nice to know the number eight hero has good taste.

You felt a little conflicted about the gift. Also a little ashamed you felt your lips turn into a smile as you admired the gift. You know that whatever you had is supposed to stay as a one-time thing. But why did you want to feel his touch again?

You scanned the red roses, noticing there was a note in there too. 

When you look at it a bit better, you can see that it isn’t a note, but a keycard for a hotel room. It was for the hotel across the venue where tonight’s hero charity gala was taking place. How convenient.

You got an invitation to it, of course, as you took part in the design of many heroes’ uniforms, but you didn’t really plan on going. 

But, now? You guess you will have to make an appearance. Who does he even think he is, teasing you like this? You can’t let him have the last word, now can you?

“What ya’ got there?”

You flinched hearing your mother's voice, quickly closing the box. You turned around, attempting to guard the box with your body.

“Oh, uh, just a package I ordered.” you lied, attempting to sound as convincing as possible, knowing it isn’t very easy to fool your mother.

Mitsuki was a little suspicious of your fidgeting, she raised her eyebrows and took a step forward, turning her head to see what you were quite obviously guarding with your body.

“You sent yourself lingerie? In a gift box? And a bouquet?”

“Uhh, well -”

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you were seeing somebody? You’re not 16 anymore, aren’t ya’? You can tell me if you are.” She smirked, classically catching you in a lie like you were, in fact, 16 years old again and trying to fool your mother.

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks reddening. “I’m not ‘seeing’ anybody. It’s nothing serious. It’s also none of your business.” you grumbled the last part.

“Whatever ya’ say. But, that’s exactly what I said when your father sent me flowers and expensive lingerie, and look at where we are now.”

“Ew, mom. I don’t wanna listen to how dad bought you underwear.”

“Fine, I’ll spare you the details. But you should know, he was quite the romantic.” she smiled as she reminisced on her youth.

“Anyways, I wanted to ask you if you’re sure you’re gonna skip the gala, 'cause your father and I are going. It would be nice to show your brother some support as a family.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna go, actually.”

“Oh, really? Fantastic! I’ll have Himari pull something for you to wear. Do you have anything in mind? Oh! You should wear the gold - “

“Nothing specific, but I just know I wanna wear something red.” 

If Kirishima wanted to play, who were you to decline the invitation?

You exited the limousine, careful to avoid wrinkling of the red satin slip dress that hung on your body. Mitsuki always knew how to pick out a perfect dress.

You walked beside your parents, the three of you making your way to the red carpet that lead to the entrance of the gala. The bright flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras blinded your vision.

Your eyes scanned around the swarm of heros, not seeing the hardening hero anywhere near you. You were kind of relieved, scared your tension would be visible on the photographs that were to come after the event.

You kept your cool as you walked the carpet, turning to look at the few cameras that were calling your name. After a few minutes of posing, you released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. 

Sure, you haven’t achieved the same level of fame as your older brother, but as an upcoming designer and sister of one of the top pro-heros, you had just enough recognition. Still, feeling like all eyes were on you didn’t get easier with time.

You entered the building, giving your coat to the coat-check girl and made your way inside. The venue was full of rich investors and pro heroes buttering them up, each one attempting to milk the highest donation. It was decorades accordingly, too.

Not having spotted your brother anywhere, you decided to split from your parents and make your way to the open bar.

You smiled at the bartender, ordering a glass of champagne. As you patiently waited for your drink, lost in your own thoughts, you felt a hand grab at your waist.

Your body stiffened for a second, though you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. 

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” the red haired hero told the bartender. 

Eijirou sat on the stool next to where you were standing. Still, even while he sat, he was almost as tall as you while you stood next to him.

He grabbed your left hand and brough it to his lips, kissing your knuckles “So, we meet again.” he smirked.

You quickly whitdrew your hand, watching him with wide eyes “what are you-” you rose your voice, lowering it when the bartender handed you both your drinks.

“What do you think your doing? We’re in public.” you whisper shouted at the hero, who found your cautiousness quite adorable.

“So? We’re two adults, having a civilised conversation over a glass of champagne.”

“Oh? So you came over to have a civilised conversation with me?” you raised your eyebrows at him, taking a big sip of the expensive champagne, hoping it’ll help with calming your nerves.

“No. I came over to tell you how amazing you look in that dress.” He smirked. He knows what he's doing.

"Though you’d probably look better without it." He looks you up and down and you suddenly feel very, very small standing under his gaze.

You murmured a thank you, feeling your cheeks getting redder and redder, and the longer you were in his presence, your whole body felt hotter and hotter.

“So, did you get the gift?”

You pretended to think about it for a second, “Oh, the roses? Yeah. I got them”

“And the -”

“Wildly inappropriate lingerie set? That you sent to my workplace? Where my mother is my boss? Yeah, I got that too.” you rolled your eyes, raising your hand to the bartender to order another round. Since the previous glass that rested in your hand disappeared quite quickly, from what you guessed was the stress from talking to Eijirou.

Kirishima chuckled, “I’m sorry you found it inappropriate. I just couldn’t bare the fact I ruined a perfectly good pair of underwear.” he raised his body and got up from the barstool. He stepped forward, towering over your figure and lowered his frame so his mouth was levelled with your neck.

“Especially ones that belonged to such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his lips almost making contact with your skin.

His gaze was drawn to your lips, while your breath was still stuck in your throat. He leaned in as if he was about to place a hungry kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes, awaiting the contact, but all you were met with was his breathy voice whispering

“You know where I’ll be.”

You quickly opened your eyes, widening them. But all you were met with was empty space. Just as he appeared, he was gone.