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eijirou paused for a moment, eyes widening. “oh—uh, me? yeah, that sounds great!” he responded with a little too much enthusiasm. a wide, cheesy grin spread across his face with the words, nervously shifting in his seat when he spotted your eyes on him.

you shot him with an annoyed glare that wiped his smile straight off his face before turning to your agent with pleading eyes. she gave you a tight lipped smile, mouthing an apology as she shrugged. you solemnly drop your forehead to the wooden table with a dull thud, relinquishing all hope for any say in the situation.

it’s not like eijirou was a bad guy by any means. you’d seen him out on patrol every once in a while, and for the most part, he looked like a pretty stand up guy—not to mention annoyingly handsome. but adding something like this onto your plate during possibly the busiest part of your year of hero work was utterly aggravating. 

after discussing a few smaller issues—upcoming interview schedules, changes to patrol rotations, and a painfully long conversation about social media engagement—the meeting was finally let out. tossing your bag over your shoulder with a dramatic sigh, you closed your eyes and brought a hand to your forehead, grasping at just about anything to rid you of this pesky headache. 

thats when you felt a large hand grasp at your shoulder. you turned automatically to face them, swiveling quickly enough to make your head pound. of course, it was kirishima.

“you…okay?” he chuckled nervously, tilting his head and examining your clearly frustrated expression with curiosity.

“just fine. did you need something?” you huffed. 

“oh, i just, uh, wanted to apologize for…that.”

“apologise for what? you had as much choice as i did.”

“well yeah but,” he pauses sheepishly, bringing a hand to cup the back of his neck. you notice how he seems to look anywhere but your eyes when you talk. “you just seemed upset. i wanted to make sure you’re actually okay with this.”

his earnest expression caught you slightly off gaurd. you sighed, shifting your weight just barely as your gaze wandered. “it’s fine, really. just stressed—y’know with rankings and everything.”

“i get it,” he sympathized, “let me know if you need anything, okay?” eijirou slid a business card into your hand before patting you on the shoulder and striding through the doors, leaving you completely alone. you glanced down at the card flipping it in your palm only to find his personal number written messily of the back of it. 

you stared at the messy handwriting for a second longer than necessary, stomach flipping in a way that immediately annoyed you. it was just a phone number. probably a polite gesture more than anything else. still, you shoved the card into your bag a little too quickly before making your way out of the building, trying very hard not to think about the easy smile he’d given you or the warmth still lingering on your shoulder from where he’d touched you.

—

the gala snuck up on you with a surprising abruptness.

one second you were drowning in paperwork and patrol schedules, and the next your agent was shoving a garment bag into your arms while rushing you towards a black tinted car waiting outside your agency building.

the ride to the venue passed in a blur of stylists touching up your makeup and your agent barking reminders into your ear. smile more, touch his arm, laugh at his jokes, try not to look miserable. by the time the car finally rolled to a stop outside the massive hotel hosting the gala, your headache had fully returned.

“showtime,” your agent chirped before practically shoving you out of the vehicle.

camera flashes immediately lit up your vision the second your heels hit the pavement. reporters shouted over each other from behind barricades while photographers scrambled for better angles. you instinctively stiffened beneath the overwhelming noise, forcing a practiced smile onto your face despite the tension clawing at your shoulders.

then suddenly, a warm hand wrapped carefully around yours.

“hey,” kirishima greeted softly.

you glanced up to find him already looking at you. and for a second, you forgot about the cameras completely.

he cleaned up unfairly well. his usual casual confidence had been replaced with something softer tonight—black suit fitted perfectly to his broad frame, crimson tie slightly loosened around his collar like he’d already been messing with it nervously. his hair was slicked back just enough to expose more of his face, sharp eyes flickering over your expression with obvious concern.

“you okay?” he murmured quietly enough that only you could hear.

you blinked once before clearing your throat. “fine.”

“c’mon,” he said gently, thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “i got you.”

your stomach flipped embarrassingly hard at the gesture. before you could stop yourself, your fingers tightened around his.

the reaction from the crowd was immediate. cameras flashed faster, reporters practically shouted themselves hoarse trying to get your attention. somewhere behind the barricade, someone yelled something about how cute the two of you looked together. what you didn’t see was the way kirishima’s ears turned slightly pink at the comment.

“wow,” he laughed awkwardly as the two of you started towards the entrance. “they’re really into this, huh?”

“apparently.”

“guess we gotta sell it then.”

you rolled your eyes. “please don’t start method acting.”

“hey!” he grinned. “i’d make a great fake boyfriend.”

“fake being the key word there.”

he placed a dramatic hand over his chest like you’d wounded him. “that’s harsh.” despite yourself, a quiet laugh slipped out. kirishima immediately brightened at the sound, looking entirely too pleased with himself over something so small. “there it is.”

“don’t make it weird.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.” he opened the ballroom doors for you with an exaggerated flourish, bowing slightly as he gestured you inside. you shook your head, unable to fight the tiny smile tugging at your mouth as you stepped past him. maybe tonight wouldn’t be completely unbearable after all.

the ballroom glittered obnoxiously, room buzzing with overlapping conversation and clinking glasses, reporters weaving through the sea of people like vultures searching for the next big headline. you barely had two seconds to breathe before someone shoved a microphone in your face. “y/n! how long have you and red riot been together?”

your eye twitched. kirishima, however, recovered instantly. he laughed sheepishly beside you, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “ah—we’re still figuring things out, y’know?” you nearly choked.

kirishima’s hand settled against the small of your back, warm and firm, gently guiding you through the crowd as he steered you away from the swarm of reporters. even through the fabric of your dress, the warmth from his hand seeped straight into your skin.

a waiter passed by carrying trays of champagne, and kirishima immediately reached over to snag two glasses before handing one to you carefully. “peace offering.”

you accepted it with a quiet hum. “for what exactly?”

“dragging you into fake relationship hell.”

“pretty sure your bosses did that.”

“yeah, but i said yes way too fast.” he admitted sheepishly.

you glanced over at him. “i noticed.”

his face flushed almost instantly. “wait—i didn’t mean—” he stumbled quickly, eyes widening. “not like i was excited about pretending to date you or anything—well not that i wouldn’t be! you’re cool and all, i just—”

“kirishima.”

“yeah?”

“relax.”

he snapped his mouth shut immediately. a small laugh slipped from your lips before you could stop it. kirishima stared at you for half a second too long.

before you could continue, another hero suddenly stepped in front of you.

“y/n, there you are.”

you blinked in surprise at the familiar face standing before you. “oh—takami.”

hawks grinned lazily, sliding his hands into his pockets. “been looking for you everywhere.” kirishima’s posture immediately straightened beside you, subtle, but noticeable. 

“really?” you questioned.

“yeah,” takami shrugged casually. “wanted to congratulate you on the rankings. figured you disappeared before i got the chance.”

“thanks,” you smiled politely. kirishima went even quieter. you almost missed it if not for the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around your hand.

takami’s gaze dropped briefly toward where your hands were linked before one of his brows lifted knowingly. “ah,” he hummed. “so the rumors are true then?”

you opened your mouth before kirishima beat you to it. “guess so.” he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. takami looked thoroughly unconvinced.

“well, if you get bored later, come find me.” takami winked. “i’ll save you from all the political nonsense out there.”

before you could answer, kirishima suddenly spoke up. “i think i’m doing a pretty good job of that already.” the words slipped out fast. way too fast to be brushed off as normal. kirishima seemed to realize what he’d said a second too late, eyes widening slightly as a blush crawled up the back of his neck. “i just meant—uh—because we came together and everything.”

keigo smirked. “relax,” he chuckled before glancing back toward you. “i’ll catch you later.” you waved him off with a small smile before turning back toward kirishima once he disappeared into the crowd. the redhead looked absolutely mortified.

“…you okay?” you asked slowly.

“yeah,” he answered immediately, then sighed quietly and admitted, “no.” you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. kirishima groaned softly, bringing a hand up to cover part of his face. “i’m making this weird, aren’t i?”

“a little.”

“sorry.”

you studied him for a moment. the slight tension in his shoulders. the way he avoided looking directly at you now. the embarrassed flush still lingering across his cheeks. and then, suddenly, it clicked. “wait,” you murmured.

kirishima glanced up cautiously. “what?”

your eyes narrowed slightly. “were you jealous?”

he froze, completely. “…what?” he repeated weakly.

“you were.”

“i was not!”

“kirishima.”

“okay maybe a little,” he admitted quickly before groaning again. “but only because hawks was obviously flirting with you.”

you blinked. “takami flirts with everyone.”

“exactly!” kirishima exclaimed, like that somehow proved his point. you stared at him for a second before another laugh bubbled out of your chest. his expression softened immediately at the sound. there it was again. that same look from earlier. like hearing you laugh had somehow become his favorite thing in the room.

“…you know this whole thing’s fake, right?” the second the words left your mouth, his smile faltered slightly, small, barely noticeable, but enough.

“yeah,” he answered quietly. your chest tightened at the response.

—

the rest of the gala passed in a strange blur after that.

you found yourself noticing kirishima more than you probably should’ve—it was honestly starting to become a problem. especially because he was painfully easy to look at tonight.

the loosened tie around his neck had only gotten messier throughout the evening, sleeves rolled just barely past his forearms after a few drinks had warmed up the room. his hair had started falling slightly out of place too, soft red strands framing his face every time he laughed.

you found yourself staring. again.

“you alright there?” kirishima asked suddenly, amusement slipping into his voice.

your eyes widened slightly. “what?”

his grin spread slowly. “you zoned out.”

“did not.”

“did too.” you scoffed quietly, quickly looking away and bringing your champagne glass to your lips despite the fact it had been empty for the last ten minutes. kirishima laughed softly beside you.

eventually the ballroom began thinning out as heroes slowly filtered toward the exits in groups. your own feet had started aching nearly an hour ago, irritation slowly outweighing your ability to tolerate small talk any longer. kirishima noticed immediately.

“you wanna get outta here?” he asked quietly.

you sighed in relief. “god, yes.”

he laughed before gently guiding you through the crowd toward the front entrance. his hand rested against your waist again, warm and steady as reporters called after the two of you from behind barricades outside the hotel. 

camera flashes lit up the sidewalk the second you stepped out.

“red riot! y/n! over here!” “how long have you been dating?” “kiss for the cameras!”

you nearly stumbled at that last one.

eijirou instinctively tightened his hand around your waist, steadying you. you could feel the heat radiating from him even through layers of clothing. your eyes flickered briefly toward his mouth. and judging by the way kirishima’s gaze dropped to your lips immediately after, he noticed.

“car’s here,” your agent interrupted suddenly, shattering the moment completely. you stepped back so quickly it almost made your heel catch on the pavement.

kirishima cleared his throat beside you, face noticeably red now as he opened the car door for you. “after you.”

—

by the time the car finally stopped outside your apartment building, your heart was beating entirely too fast. “thanks for tonight,” you said quietly while gathering your things.

kirishima smiled softly. “yeah. thanks for not completely hating me through all that.” you huffed out a small laugh.

he stepped out of the car after you automatically, hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets as the driver pulled away from the curb. for a moment, neither of you said goodbye. you shifted your weight slightly. “you should probably head home. it’s late.”

“i can…walk you to your apartment? only if that’s okay with you!”

his eyes stayed fixed on you as you responded, “yeah—yeah that’s fine.” you sounded a little too eager to accept.

the walk up to your unit was quieter than expected, the building mostly empty at this hour. soft overhead lights buzzed faintly as you both rode the elevator in silence, standing just a little too close for how much space there actually was. he followed you down the hall after, stopping only when you reached your door.

your breath caught softly as his gaze dipped briefly to your lips before quickly flickering back upward again. he swallowed, like he’d just realized how close he was standing. “…kirishima.”

“sorry,” he answered immediately, though he didn’t actually look very sorry at all. if anything, he looked nervous. “i just—” he stopped himself abruptly, jaw tightening.

you swallowed hard. “what?”

he laughed once under his breath, almost disbelieving. “this fake dating thing is seriously messing with my head.”

“yeah?” you asked quietly, heart racing.

his eyes searched yours carefully before he answered. “yeah.”

without really thinking about it, you stepped slightly closer to him. kirishima went completely still. “you know,” you murmured softly, “for someone who said this was fake…” his hand twitched slightly at his side. “you’re not very convincing.”

“y/n,” he said carefully, voice lower now, rougher somehow. the sound of your name in his mouth sent heat straight down your spine.

you weren’t entirely sure who moved first. all you knew was suddenly kirishima’s hand was against your waist again, pulling you flush against him as your lips crashed into his. the kiss hit you like a truck. desperate, messy, completely overwhelming in the best possible way.

kirishima kissed like he’d been holding himself back all night and finally snapped the second you gave him permission to. one large hand stayed firm against your waist while the other came up to cup your jaw carefully, almost hesitant despite the way he moved against you.

a quiet sound slipped from your throat when his thumb brushed against your cheek, and kirishima physically shuddered against you at the noise.

“shit,” he breathed softly against your lips. his voice sounded wrecked already. you barely had time to process that before he kissed you again, harder this time. your hands instinctively tangled into the front of his suit jacket, pulling him even closer as his body pressed flush against yours. he was warm everywhere—solid muscle beneath expensive fabric, broad chest rising unevenly against your own.

kirishima made another low noise under his breath when you tugged lightly at his collar. “you’re dangerous,” he muttered between kisses, forehead briefly resting against yours. “you know that?”

you almost laughed before he kissed you again and completely stole the thought from your head.

his hands were surprisingly gentle for someone so big, impossibly careful. like he was actively trying not to overwhelm you despite the obvious restraint slipping rapidly from his grasp. one of his palms slid slowly down the curve of your waist before stopping at your hip, fingers flexing slightly against you.

“tell me if i’m going too fast,” he said suddenly.

you swallowed hard before shaking your head. “you’re fine.”

kirishima stared at you for half a second. then his expression softened so much it almost hurt to look at. “god,” he laughed quietly, sounding almost dazed. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

your stomach flipped violently. “what?”

his face immediately flushed red like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “nothing.”

“kirishima.”

he groaned softly, dropping his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. “c’mon, don’t make me talk right now. i’m trying really hard to be cool.”

you laughed breathlessly, fingers brushing lightly through the hair at the nape of his neck. the reaction you got was immediate. kirishima inhaled sharply against your skin, grip tightening on your waist before he lifted his head again with a look that made heat flood straight through you.

“…do that again.” his voice had dropped lower somehow.

you swallowed. slowly, you let your fingers slide through his hair once more, nails barely grazing his scalp as you tugged slightly. kirishima’s eyes fluttered shut instantly.

“holy shit,” he whispered.

the sight alone nearly destroyed you. you hadn’t expected him to be this responsive. this openly affected by you touching him. it did something dangerous to your ego. “you’re really sensitive, huh?” you murmured teasingly.

his eyes snapped back open immediately. there was something heated hidden behind them now. something that made your pulse spike. “careful,” he warned softly. kirishima kissed you again before you could respond, one hand sliding up beneath your jaw while the other settled firmly at your waist.

his restraint was slipping more with every passing second, obvious in the way his breathing had grown uneven against your mouth. you could feel the tension wound tight through his body now, all carefully controlled strength and barely contained want. and judging by the way his hands kept flexing against you like he was resisting the urge to touch more, he was trying incredibly hard to behave himself. which honestly only made this worse.

your fingers curled tighter into the front of his dress shirt, tugging him closer instinctively when his mouth brushed against yours again. kirishima made another quiet sound under his breath at the feeling, low and rough enough to send heat flooding straight through your stomach.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he murmured against your lips.

you tilted your head slightly, letting your mouth drag slowly against his. “maybe i do.”

kirishima groaned softly. the sound vibrated straight through your chest. one of his hands slid carefully from your waist down to your thigh before hesitating there briefly, almost like he was asking permission without actually saying it. when you didn’t pull away, his fingers tightened slightly against your skin through the slit of your dress.

his body pressed more firmly against yours, broad frame slotting between your legs while his hand slid higher along your thigh. not enough to overwhelm you. just enough to make your breath hitch.

he noticed instantly. of course he did. his eyes flickered up toward your face for half a second, pupils blown wide. “that okay?” you nodded, heart pounding wildly.

a crooked grin tugged briefly at his mouth before disappearing just as quickly when you rolled your hips ever so slightly against him. kirishima physically jolted, an unrestrained moan escaping his lips before he could stop it.

“oh my god,” he breathed.

the reaction alone nearly made you lose your mind. “sensitive,” you teased softly.

“y/n,” he said quietly after a moment. the tone in his voice made you look up immediately. there was something softer in his expression now beneath all the heat. nervousness maybe. uncertainty.

“what?” you asked gently.

his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your hip. “if we go inside right now,” he started carefully, “i don’t think i’m gonna be very good at pretending anymore.”

your stomach flipped violently. because somewhere along the line, you’d stopped pretending too. you reached up slowly, smoothing a hand against the side of his face before answering. “good.”

the look kirishima gave you after that nearly took you out at the knees. “jesus christ,” he whispered.

somehow you managed to get the apartment door unlocked between kisses and muffled laughter, nearly tripping over your own feet the second kirishima followed you inside. the door had barely clicked shut before his hands were on your waist again, pulling you flush against his chest while your fingers hurried to loosen the stupid tie still hanging around his neck.

“thank god,” he muttered when you finally tugged it free.

you laughed breathlessly. “hate the tie that much?”

“no,” he admitted honestly, eyes dropping toward your mouth again. “just wanted an excuse to get you closer.” your face warmed immediately.

his mouth crashed back into yours harder this time, one hand bracing beside your head against the wall while the other stayed firm on your thigh. the angle pulled you even closer against him, close enough now to feel exactly how affected he was. your breath caught softly into the kiss.

kirishima immediately pulled back half an inch, eyes widening slightly. “shit—sorry, i’m trying not to—”

“eijirou, baby.” the way you said his name nearly wrecked him all over again. you watched the poor man completely short circuit in real time.

“you cannot keep doing that,” he muttered weakly, dropping his head toward your shoulder again. you smiled helplessly, fingers brushing lightly through the hair at the base of his neck once more just to feel the way he shivered beneath your touch.

kirishima let out a quiet groan immediately. “see? that. exactly that.”

“you’re dramatic.”

“you’re evil.”

despite the accusation, his arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you impossibly closer against him. the hand on your thigh flexed once before sliding a little higher, fingertips brushing teasingly against the lace of your panties. your breath hitched again, a quiet, needy whimper falling from your lips. kirishima froze instantly at the sound.

his eyes flickered toward your face carefully, like he was trying to read every reaction you gave him. “still okay?”

“don’t stop,” your voice trembled just slightly on delivery. he couldn’t help the sound that escaped his throat after. he swallowed hard.

“you’re gonna kill me.” you laughed softly at that, and kirishima visibly melted all over again. it was honestly unfair how easy he was to fluster. “c’mere,” he murmured suddenly before kissing you again.

kirishima’s fingers steadily dipped beneath the lacey fabric, not yet moving, but just teasing enough to make you desperate for something more. you groaned in annoyance against his mouth and he chuckled before sliding his fingers further down, pressing into your skin. you couldn’t help the small gasp that excited from you, hands gripping desperately his shirt. he flexed his hand just slightly and you whimpered against his lips again.

he pulled back just enough to watch your every reaction. “who’s sensitive now, huh?” he whispered, voice low and rough.

the smug little grin that spread across his face lasted all of three seconds before you fisted the front of his shirt and kissed him hard enough to shut him up completely. he stumbled slightly into you with a muffled noise of surprise, hands instinctively gripping at your hips to steady both of you.

“okay,” he breathed against your lips after a second. “yeah. i definitely like when you do that.” your fingers slipped to the buttons of his dress shirt slowly, undoing the top one while watching his expression carefully. kirishima’s breath visibly caught. then another button. his eyes never left your face the entire time.

“y/n,” he said again softly, almost disbelieving now. you hummed lightly in response before pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders completely. it hit the floor, forgotten almost immediately.

kirishima looked down at you for a long moment afterward, flushed and slightly breathless and staring at you like he still couldn’t quite believe this was real. then his hands slid carefully beneath your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly against him. you laughed in surprise, arms wrapping automatically around his shoulders while he grinned up at you sheepishly.