#kiribaby

curlyhead!reader, mentions of edibles/marijuana use

Downstairs, the party was still jumping. Eijirou had indulged himself in some gummies that Sero had offered. The effects kicked in fast, causing his body to subconsciously relax and his mind to quiet down a bit. Thankfully, they weren't as strong as the first time he tried them.

Normally this sort of thing wasn't Kirishima’s forte, but when it came to parties or special events, he allowed it. Surprisingly, he liked to be in his right mind most of the time. Adjusting himself on the couch, he was quite literally taking up at least three bodies worth of space. Many fellow partygoers grumbled things like “scoot over, man!” or "you're too big for this damned couch!”, but the redhead couldn't care less. He was saving seats.

Shortly after, he recognized the figures of his friends who approached him. He closed his legs a bit, sitting up straight to free up two spots on either side of him for you and Mina. Eijirou smiled lazily, greeting you.

“Y’all took forever in that bathroom. Should I be concerned?”

“You were just talking about me being off my ass, but look at you! High as a duck.” Mina snorted, shaking her head at Kirishima’s tranquil demeanor. She put her back on the cushions, relaxing as she received the hookah pass from someone next to her.

Eijirou was literally burning holes into the side of your head. Your voluminous curls, your gorgeous skin, your plush lips, that mole he spent most of your childhood making fun of.  I could treat you so much better, he thought. You didn't deserve to have such trifling individuals drain your energy. You were beautiful, both inside and out. Eijirou believed you were something rare, something to be appreciated, because beings like you were scarce.

Your soul was pure, and it reflected on those around you. Everyone could feel it. Some chose to embrace it, others looked to snuff it out. Kirishima hated how people would fully take advantage of your innocent kindness and benevolence, greedy as they sucked all of what you had to offer. And you’d let them.

You’d forgive them, despite everything. It made him sick. If only he’d been a little quicker, a little less stupid, then he would’ve gotten to you first. 

But he let you get swiped from right under his nose.

Your ex-boyfriend turned you every way but loose, and Eijirou believed it was all his fault.

“What’re you staring at…?” your voice finally brought him out of his thoughts. You had been trying to get him to snap out of it for quite some time now. You were now looking at him with a pointed expression, your faces just inches apart from each other. Under normal circumstances, Eijirou would’ve deflected and brushed it off. But in this state? His brain couldn't catch up fast enough with what he was about to say.

“You.” He blurted, with a half-lidded gaze. He looked so spacey and nonchalant. Like he had not a care in the world. “You look kinda cute… with the dress and everything. I see you, __.” He said smoothly, scanning your attire for the nth time tonight with a slow nod.

Your lips parted in awe, bemused by his careless speech. Was this even Eijirou Kirishima you were speaking to? The last time he “complimented" you was at your eighth-grade school dance. And it was backhanded.

“Tch, you're so high.” You were quick to mask your perplexity with a chuckle. You were not in the mood for his antics tonight.

“Has nothing to do with it, but okay.” Eijirou quipped back almost immediately. Truth was, he only had enough confidence to say those things while under the influence. He still had a lot of self-construction to do.

“Yeah. Remind me to never get around you when you’re like this.” you snickered again, continuing to joke around with him in an attempt to alleviate the growing tension between you two.

“Why when I want you around me all the time?” His responses were quick, but his speech was slow.

You blinked, thoroughly taken aback now.

“Just hush, dude. Do you want another drink?” You changed the subject, prepared to get up.

“I want you–” He started, but quickly backpedaled, figuring that was too strong. “... to stay right here next to me.” He finished as he bit the inside of his cheek.

You furrowed your brows, muttering something under your breath before relaxing on the couch again. Was it getting hot in there? 

You slowly began to connect the dots, remembering what Mina was about to reveal to you right before she was rudely interrupted by Denki and his weak bladder. Immersed in your thoughts, you felt something land on your lap. You glanced down to see a… chocolate bar? You looked around to see who could’ve thrown it, but no one else was paying attention.

You had to mentally prepare yourself before turning her head towards Eijirou, who was without a doubt the culprit. He looked so obvious with his hand on his chin, pretending to ponder about God knows what.  Smiling, you nudged his leg with your knee.

“This for me?” You picked it up and gently shook it.

“Uh, yeah. It’s what you like, right?” He said, glossy eyes on you again. He looked a little nervous.

“I mean, duh! Where’d you get it? Bakugou had some in the kitchen for us?”

Kirishima shook his head no, tonguing his cheek. You raised a brow at his silence.

“Sooo,” You drawled. “Where’d you get it from, then?”

“Uh…” He croaked before clearing his throat. He knew he needed to deflect. He had to catch you off guard or something. Knowing that only then would you be quiet and stop pushing.

“You always ask so many questions, pretty girl. Just take what’s right in front of you, yeah?” He smirked, watching her face flush.

You sucked your teeth, smacking his arm. Soon, you opened the candy bar with a resigned pout on your lips, eating the chocolate without another word.

“There you go. Good, isn’t it?”

“Shut up, Kirishima.” You grumbled his surname in an attempt to bother him, but it only riled him up even more.

“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” He bit his lip seductively with an annoying, yet sexy grin on his face.

You stood up. You needed to get away from him before you started to feel things.

The most inspiring Libra.

It's Friday night and class 3-A is excused from classes in the end of the afternoon, so they start to prepare a Just Dance night with some snacks and drinks because they're almost adults now and Aizawa just feign ignorance because they need some time to do things that every 18 years old do on weekends and God! he himself needs some break with Mic and their cats.

So the class is just vibing and playing the game, there are some people from 3-B too because the sunshine boy Kiri just brings them along. Kirishima grew up a lot, the boy is a big boy now, a man really, build as a wall with a perfect body full of muscles. And boy... everybody at U.A talks about how Kiri is so big and handsome, the girls fell for him easily because he's also too nice and manly with everyone (except Mineta, because Kiri drinks his woman's respect juice every morning with Sero to bit the shit of the little grape boy if he tries something funny with the girls). So usually these nights when Kiri dances with Mina, they are on top of the dance battle, nobody can do better than them.