synopsis: it's hard to tell whether kirishima likes you or you're just delusional and crazy. (<3)
you think kirishima is nice.
and not just the kind of nice that gives polite smiles that don’t reach their eyes or asks how your day went out of courtesy.
he’s the kind of nice that beams when you walk into a room, like he's genuinely happy to see you. like you’re the best thing he’s seen all day. the kind that actually wants to hear about your day, listens attentively, and remembers the little things you say weeks later. the kind that makes you feel seen and cared for.
he’s not just nice, though. he’s kind. his heart feels like something soft and steady. warm, like sunlight in the winter. he’s the kind of person who makes the air feel lighter just by being around.
he’s sweet. he’s driven. he has this way of making people feel like they belong. he notices things most people don’t, too. like when your hands are cold or when your voice sounds just a little off.
he offers you his hoodie without you having to ask, always drives you home and walks you to the door. when he can't, he always says, “text me when you’re home, okay?” in that sincere, slightly worried way of his.
he encourages you like he means it. like he actually believes you can do amazing things. and somehow, he makes you start believing it too.
he comforts you just right when you cry. big, strong arms that make you feel like maybe the world isn’t so scary. and when he compliments you, it’s never just about how you look, or other random surface-level tidbits. it’s about things that matter. things you didn’t even know he noticed.
he makes you want to be better. for yourself. for him. for the version of you he seems to see already.
kirishima really is nice.
but honestly? that’s the problem.
because kirishima being so nice means he's nice to everyone.
he holds the door open for you, yeah, but he holds it for every person coming in behind you, too. he hugs you tightly when you’re laughing at something stupid, but he also throws himself at bakugo when he wins a spar. he compliments you on your work, your strength, your progress, but he does the same for mina, sero, kaminari.
so, are you special? or are you just delusional?
you think he must like you when he throws his arm around your shoulders during movie night. when he leans in close and whispers dumb commentary that makes you giggle. when his knee touches yours and he doesn’t pull away.
but then you see the way he is with everyone else. the double high-fives. the bright encouragements. the constant attention.
and it drives you insane. especially on nights when you can’t sleep. when you’re tossing in bed, overthinking every moment.
is he just that kind of guy? are you special? ugh, you don't know!
“great job, y/n! you’re seriously improving like crazy!” kirishima runs up to you, grinning from ear to ear.
it’s a hero training day, so everyone’s in costume. which, for him, means… basically shirtless. his abs are fully out, and his hero gear leaves basically nothing to the imagination.
you try not to stare. really, you do.
but his abs are ridiculous. like, sculpted-by-the-gods levels of ridiculous. and it’s not even just that they’re attractive! though, let’s be honest, they are. it’s the fact that you know how hard he’s worked for them.
it’s not just vanity. his whole body is a reflection of his drive. his passion. his determination to be strong enough to protect people.
it’s hot. unreasonably so.
you're still staring when you realize kirishima’s voice has trailed off mid-sentence.
your stomach drops. shit. you were definitely caught staring.
panic floods your system as you slowly lift your eyes to meet his, expecting him to look uncomfortable. weirded out. maybe even disappointed in you.
but then your gaze meets his.
he’s blushing. hard. like, cheeks-the-same-color-as-his-hair kind of blushing.
he opens his mouth, closes it again, then laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“u-um... like i was saying, you’re seriously..! uh.. wait, what was i saying again?”
he looks flustered. visibly flustered. but there’s still a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. like he’s embarrassed. but also… kinda happy?
he shakes his head and then, very softly, says, “it’s, uh… kinda hard to focus when you look at me like that, y’know?”
he does hold the door open for others, yeah, but he runs to you right after.
he’s touchy with everyone, sure but with you, it’s different. slower. softer. intentional.
he gives compliments like candy, yes, but the ones he gives you? they’re layered. specific. personal. like he really pays special attention to you.
he’s watching. he’s listening.
you like kirishima eijirou.
but it turns out that kirishima eijirou might like you too.
