Kirishima Eijirō (1)

                                    

                                          
kirishima kirishima kiriSHIMA *bangs table* K I R I S H I M A

MAH BOI

I LOV

im practicing gender neutral Reader-chans as it seems like some requests would like it that way
                          
this also features some more provocative ideas (and a lil smexy smexy time but not enough to make this work mature because it's not that graphic and less than a paragraph long!!!) and features a lot of plot points from this yaoi i read but it's kind of different because!!! the reader reacts in a different way!

please tell me how i do!

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Adult

I have known Kirishima since he crapped in diapers.

While that may be uncouth to say, it is certainly a true fact. Being six years older than him gave me the perfect opportunity to make money by watching over him when his parents couldn't or didn't bother to. I couldn't blame them; all the stupid shit he did sometimes drove me crazy too.

Naturally as I went onto my secondary schooling, we grew apart. Now instead of the child-babysitter relationship that we had when we were younger, we were just two people who happened to live next to each. The occasional greeting or small talk was all that occurred between the two of us. It wasn't until after I started college when he seemingly dropped off of the face of the Earth.

U.A. and my unusual schedule were to blame for this. Any moment that we had to see each other was erased simply by him having to go live on the campus or me having to leave to catch my night classes. 

Cut now to three years later or as I like to call it, the present. I am now finishing up my last year of college. My busy schedule has finally graced me with one day to myself. As usual, I spend it doing what I love most: laying on the couch and watching anime while scrolling through the occasional meme on social media.

And that's when my doorbell rang.

I am currently in heaven when this person interrupts it. My anger management skills have never been the best, so I feel like I'm about to kill someone as I opened the door. There is not enough time to as I literally fly back as someone tackle-hugs me to the ground.

Nothing comes out of my mouth despite it being wide open. That's when the person, who is sitting on me, takes their face from my waist. Despite their face instantly flushing, I recognize it clear as day.

An old friend.

"Kirishima?"

My voice sounds more incredulous than I actually am. He stops straddling me and yanks me up in one fluid motion. My legs wobble for a bit before I stand straight up. As I close the door, he starts to speak. "Of course it's me! Who else has the guts to go into the lion's den?"

God, I never realized how much I missed that boyish charm to him. "Wow, rude. I changed your diapers when you were young, so you don't have any right to say that," I exclaim in a teasing manner. This time the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment. He crosses his arms as his cheeks puff out in the smallest of pouts. "That's not very manly of you to say, [Name]."

I reach over to him and pinch his cheeks until they are the same color as his ears. "And you're too cute for words, kid." It was another teasing remark, but my intuition says that he didn't take it that way.

Instead of addressing it, I lead him over to the couch of wonders. He takes a seat, and we seemingly pick up from where we left off when we were younger.

It wasn't until four episodes into our marathon when I learn the reason he came over in the first place. He became a sidekick for a hero in town and decided to stay with his parents.

This was how the next six months played out. He stole the spot of my best friend once again, which wasn't that bad as I never had someone in that spot in the first place. There were at least two reasons for this.

1) I need an anger management class.

As much as I would hate to admit it, I really do. I'm a person who really loves their pride so I barely ever apologize to someone once I lash out in anger. I've been told that I'm a major pain in the ass to hang around. So, not a lot of people tend to stay friends with me for a long time. The loneliness sucks, but at least I got Kirishima!

2) I'm addicted to sex.

Jeez, this is self-explanatory. I'm probably one of the only well-known masochists in town, so I can have my pick of the sadistic litter. A couple times a week I take home a person and have a nasty ass romp in the hay. No worries for me though as it is a completely no strings attached fuck. It's times like these that I'm happy that my parents are off on some vacation around the world. They, like most of the people I've met, would not like to see what I get up to.

I think Kirishima can fall into this category too.

We've been walking together as my college and his place of work are the same route. It works out as it still gives us a bit of time to interact before our schedules take control. Usually, we would be talking up a storm. 

Usually.

Today he's staring at me. That's all that he is doing. I don't blame him as if I was him in that position I would totally be staring at me.