#eijirou

pairing: denki kaminari x gn!reader x eijirou kirishima

tags: polyamorous relationship, wholesome fluff, proud boyfriends

both of these boys are such huge simps for you! like they are absolutely obsessed with you and they WILL make being your boyfriend their entire personality!

they both constantly manage to bring you up in conversation with whoever they are talking to, unable to relate everything back to you and how much they love you!

not even their teachers are safe, as denki will even yap to them about how much he likes you and how much more bearable you make those boring classes…

you never really have to announce your relationship with the two of them, as they happily talk about it so much that everyone knows within five minutes of meeting you three that you are an item!

neither denki nor kirishima minds sharing you with each other either! if anything, they happily do it! this way you'll always have at least one of them who can be there for you, if not both of them!

plus, they both learn from each other! denki teaches kirishima some cringey but cute pick up lines to use on you, while kirishima is more prone to genuine comments and praise, which denki picks up on from him!

of course, their friends are very supportive of their relationship with you! while bakugou might roll his eyes every time those two talk about you, he does make an effort to always invite you along to stuff! and mina is always ready to pick your side over the boys, making sure they treat you right (which they always do)!

⇨ in which, kirishima is madly in love with his girlfriend, even if she’s constantly reinventing herself with questionable methods

eijiro finally sees you with your mask off

kirishima didn’t know you were enrolled as a full-time student at UA until he saw you at fatgum’s agency with tetsutetsu. before, he only saw you at the provisional hero license exam, entrance exam, and sports festival. you passed all of them with flying colors and not once did he see you without your mask.

he only saw you with a white, porcelain doll mask. he knew not a single thing about you but yearned to. you were a mystery to him, one he needed to solve and get closer to. so when he saw you sitting around fatgum’s agency with amajiki, kirishima gasped.

he asked tetsutetsu in a hushed tone, “hey, isn’t that girl in your class? i’ve only seen her once or twice in competitive events.”

the metal man grinned back at him, “yeah, that’s y/n. i don’t know what’s going on with her though, we hardly see her too. she seems to do well on tests and stuff, but we don’t know what’s up with her. let’s go up to her!”

kirishima shrugged and walked alongside him to you and amajiki, who was looking down at the ground in embarrassment. he probably stuttered while talking to you, and he was even more shy now that more people were coming over.

you glanced up at your classmate and a bit with red hair, who you assumed to be kirishima. tetsutetsu had talked about him and their similar quirks. now that you thought about it, kirishima was handsome up close, and he had part of his hair shaped into two large horns.

a smile came to your face, and he asked, “hey, you’re from class b, right? i’m eijiro kirishima from class a! i don’t see you around a lot, but i’ve been wondering, what’s your quirk?”

“doll manipulation. it’s random, but i can turn anyone i want into a doll and turn any doll i want into a human, and i can control them. in my opinion, it’s convenient—” you spoke quietly, staring into his red eyes. he then understood why you wore a doll mask.

“y/n, amajiki, you’re patrolling today! can the two of you take on thugs if you need to?” fatgum’s announced, voice loud and clear as he stomped over to you.

the two of you nodded, and you walked away without saying a word.

but days passed, and kirishima still couldn’t stop thinking about you. he had even more on his plate, as he was to attack overhaul and find a little girl named eri. she wasn’t in a safe spot, and he hoped he would see you too, maybe you would help them out with the battle.

many heroes were at the scene. before you all split up, kirishima saw a sliver of your white mask and yelled out your hero name.

you turned at the sound and gripped your belt, then murmured, “what?”

he spoke, “do good in there, alright?”

you paused, nodded, and then walked off. what were you supposed to say? god, fatgum was right. you really were spending too much like amajiki. you were basically turning into him.

hours had passed. grueling pain and blood sat on your hip, which was bleeding at an insanely fast rate. your mask had broken during battle, so you just decided to take it off there, although no one saw you without it. you quickly fled the scene after chisaki was defeated.

you stumbled, murmuring curses when you heard your name being called out again. it was probably kirishima.

you turned around, and he halted in his tracks.

he’d never seen your face before. he stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he saw. your eyes were tired, bright with happiness yet so dark, your skin was a pretty shade, and a few freckles kissed your cheeks.

“you’re beautiful, y/n!” he blurted out, blushing once he realized what he said, “sorry— i couldn’t help myself. i know some ladies get upset when men comment on them like that, i won’t do it again!”

it was almost as if he was begging for your forgiveness, and you weren’t even mad.

“it’s fine, kirishima. i don’t know how i’m going to get a new mask now,” you grumbled during the last part.

“if you don’t want to show your face, i could get you a simple surgery mask to walk around in right now!” he suggested, sharp teeth shining in the sunlight, “and please, call me eijiro.”

you grinned, “i’d like that, eijiro.”

"Safe With Us"

Kiribaku x fem!Reader, comfort, gentle hurt/comfort, trauma response, no explicit content

It happened so fast you didn’t even realize your body was reacting until it already had.

The three of you had been hanging out on the couch, a lazy afternoon tangled in warmth and teasing jokes. Kirishima was always touchy, always leaning into you with big, warm arms and an even warmer smile. Bakugou had a quieter kind of presence, not less protective, just… different. His affection was quieter, but never lacking.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Kirishima had just shifted, maybe a little too close, his hand brushing along your lower back as he tried to reach for the remote. Bakugou leaned in too, his knee pressing between yours for balance — and suddenly the position felt wrong.

Not because of them. But because something in your body screamed that it wasn’t safe.

Your vision blurred. The breath caught in your throat. You weren’t here anymore, just somewhere else, somewhere colder and smaller and so, so terrifying.

You flinched hard. Pulled back fast. A sob caught in your throat, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned everything else out.

“Whoa— hey, hey, sweetheart—” Kirishima was already moving back, hands up, eyes wide with concern. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re here.”

Bakugou’s brows were knit in worry, his voice low and grounding. “What happened? What did we do?”

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. “I—I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean anything. It just—something about it—”

Kirishima moved slow. No touching. Just there. “You don’t have to apologize. Never. Your body remembered something scary, huh?”

You nodded, tears brimming.

Bakugou, surprisingly gentle, crouched next to you, his eyes searching your face. “Tell us what you need. You want space? Want us to sit near? We’ll follow your lead.”

You exhaled shakily, body trembling. “Can you—just sit close? Not touch yet. Just… be here.”

“Of course,” Kirishima said instantly, settling a little distance away, his warmth still close but not overwhelming. “No pressure. No rush.”

Bakugou sat on your other side, arms crossed lightly but relaxed. “You don’t owe us explanations either. You matter. Your safety matters.”

Silence stretched, comfortable. You listened to their breathing, the quiet hum of the TV still playing something silly in the background. The world stopped spinning so fast.

“I’m trying to work through it,” you whispered.

“We know,” Kirishima said softly. “And we’re so proud of you.”

Bakugou added, gruff but honest, “You don’t have to be ‘better’ to be loved. You’re already enough.”

You breathed in slowly. Exhaled. And for the first time in a while, it felt like maybe you could believe that.

Because here, with them, you didn’t have to be perfect. You just had to be you.