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BNHA/MHA Story Snippet #1: Kirishima X Reader

Quirkless AU -- Kirishima Eijiro X Reader

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Content: aged-up characters, (legal) drinking/alcohol misuse, (lowkey) cheating/infidelity, boyfriend's best friend, roast session, Kirishima drops f-bombs, swearing, confession but not in the way you're likely thinking, spending the night/unplanned sleepover, Bakugou is mentioned

(Skippable) Quick Context: The reader is with Bakugou, but Bakugou's a massive jerk towards her. Some way, some how, she ended up being alone with Kirishima at his place; I couldn't figure out how, and I wasn't even far enough in the story to be at this part, but it got written. I think it was supposed to be a party or something; I don't know. The premise of the story doesn't really matter anymore, but that's pretty much what happened before this snippet -- which is absolutely nothing, because it never got written and, like mentioned, I never got that far along in the story.

You poured yourself another drink.

When you went to lift the glass to your lips, Kirishima blocked your lips from the rim. The pair of you giggled. When you tried, again, to get a swig of the alcohol, Kirishima had stopped you once more. "What are you doing?" you chuckled. "I don't want you to drink too much," he said before putting a can of beer to his lips. You rose an eyebrow. "So you can be four beers deep, but I can only be two glasses of wine in?" The red head smiled at you. "That's different. You still have to drive home. Not to mention, you'll regret it when that massive hangover comes later." You scoffed. You went to take a sip out of your third glass of red wine, and Kirishima let you this time. "I couldn't possibly regret anything more than dating Bakugou."

The pair of you froze when you had said that. Shit, where had that come from? You looked over at Kirishima, and he was already looking at you. Your mouth fell agape. Way to confess that to his best friend. With no way to explain yourself, you took a big gulp of wine and averted your eyes. You were shocked to hear Kirishima suddenly laugh. "No kidding. It's hard enough being his friend sometimes. I don't know how you manage to be in a relationship with him." You weren't expecting that, and you were suddenly intrigued. You focused your eyes back on him. "It's hard being his friend?" Kirishima gave you an exaggerated look. "Being Katsuki Bakugou's friend? His best friend? The absolute hardest. Guy's a jerk."

Kirishima had six more beers, and you had finished off the first bottle of wine and were halfway through another bottle. You became giggly, and Kirishima's language became vulgar. Stories about Bakugou were swapped, and eventually, it became a bashing session. The pair of you talked about how he was a terrible person to be around, and how the pair of you found it hard to be around him most of the time. You talked about how he kept you around for ego and would constantly insult you, and Kirishima spoke of the same. You talked about his bad habits, and Kirishima disclosed some of his most embarrassing moments. Guess Bakugou wasn't as great as he made himself seem. "Honestly? Fuck him," you finally said. You tilted back your wine glass, trying desperately to get the last few drops of your sixth helping. "Seriously," Kirishima agreed, crushing his beer can and putting it in the small pile he had created on the table. A few moments of silence past before the red-head finally broke it.

"Hey, [Name]?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you put up with Bakugou, anyways?"

The question was sudden but one that you had seen coming. You laughed it off. "Why do you put up with, Bakugou?" Kirishima shook his head, sliding closer to you on the couch. "No, seriously. Why do you put up with him?" His close proximity flustered you -- either that, or you were warm from all that wine you had drunk, and Kirishima bringing all of his body heat from his own alcohol consumption hadn't made it better. "I mean--" his voice broke you out of your thoughts "--you're super nice, you're funny, and you're really cool to be around. Not to mention, you're smart, and..." Kirishima's voice drifted off before he confidently said "You have a gorgeous smile."

You felt your face flush -- it was definitely not the alcohol this time. You fiddled with the empty glass in your hands. "Y-you...like my smile?" He gave you his own signature grin. "Absolutely," he confirmed without hesitation. "And your laugh is fu--frickin' adorable," he censored. He must've realized that he'd swear a lot whenever he was tipsy, just as you had. You noticed that his arm was draped across the top of the couch and right next to you. You looked back at his reddened face. You felt your stomach flip when he leaned closer to you. Your knees were touching now, and you looked down briefly when you felt the contact. When Kirishima chuckled, you looked up at him again. "Sorry. I had scooted closer to you, because it seemed like we were super far away, but I guess that was the beer. Depth perception and everything." You felt the reverb of his laugh in your core, and the way that his lips curved when he smiled...

Your eyes widened, and you gasped audibly. This was starting to get too real. Better yet, it was getting too intimate. The red head's face immediately went to one of concern. "Hey, are you all right?" "Y-yeah, yeah! I'm go-- I'm fine!" You planted your hands on the couch to stand.

"It's just getting late, and I sh-- woah."

"H-hey! Careful!"

Not your brightest move. When you stood up so suddenly, everything came crashing back down, and you started to really feel the effects of all that wine that you had drunk. It was, admittedly, more powerful than you had anticipated. Still, you, thankfully, fell back onto the couch, but you slumped over and landed in the crook of Kirishima's arm in the process. The pair of you made eye contact, and it was no mistaking that you saw each other get flustered. It took some extra effort with the room spinning, but the pair of you separated from one another. You were now on opposite ends of the couch trying to gather yourselves.

Kirishima didn't allow the silence to linger for long, clearing his throat somewhat loudly before he spoke. "You were right about it getting late. We should get some sleep." You nodded, a delay in your voice as you agreed with a, "Y-yeah. We should." You felt as Kirishima moved to get off the couch, but it appeared that he was experiencing the same difficulties that you were. He chuckled. "Well, I was going to grab a blanket and tell you that you can have the bed, but, shit, I can't even make it to the closet." You joined him in laughter.

"I wouldn't want to take the bed from you anyways, if that makes you feel better."

More laughter. "It doesn't, because I can't make it to the fucking bedroom either."

"Well, how about this. Whoever can get up first can have the bedroom."

"Deal. Hope you don't mind sharing the couch if neither of us can get up though."

An agreement was made, and the night proceeded. Kirishima groaned as he reached out for the TV remote that was on the coffee table in front of you. Thankfully, a nearby lamp was used as the source of light, so it didn't take much effort to lean over and turn it off. You settled into your respective side of the couch as Kirishima turned on the TV and flipped through the selections of a random streaming service. "Any requests?" he asked. You yawned in response. "I don't think I'll be up for much longer. You can pick." Kirishima yawned backed. "Fucking same, dude. Whatever--" he selected a true crime series "--this will do."

The two of you weren't long into the show before you felt your eyelids get heavy. You regretted not wearing something comfier. You really wanted to take your jeans off, at the very least. You felt the straps of your bra bite into you, and you sighed. Suddenly, your jeans weren't the problem. You looked over at Kirishima, and his eyes were shut. You quickly snaked your arms under your shirt, removed your bra, and stuffed in between the cushions of the couch. This was much better. You curled up and shut your eyes. A few seconds went by before you opened them once more. This was not better. Your jeans were restricting you too much and curling up was just not an option. You weren't bold enough to take your jeans off. You looked over at Kirishima again; his eyes were still closed. You breathed heavily. "Fuck it." You needed to stretch out. You scooted over to the red head's side of the couch. You shamelessly laid your head in his lap, but it wasn't long before you felt him stir. You looked up at him, and you saw him looking down at you.

He gave you a quick smile. "Getting comfy?" You nodded. "Here. Let's do this instead." You lifted yourself off the man as he adjusted himself and swung his leg over you, sandwiching it between your body and the couch. You fell into a natural position and laid your head on his chest, nuzzling into him; he was so warm. You sighed in bliss. "Oh yeah, this is the stuff," you breathed out. You felt the rumble in Kirishima's chest as he chuckled. "Yeah? I meant to ask if you wanted to borrow some clothes. Don't get me wrong, you look nice, but I don't think that's suitable for sleep." Your eyes met his. "Wouldn't that mean you'd have to get up?" Kirishima smiled, resting his head on the plush arm of the couch. "I was just gonna give you what I was wearing to be honest." The pair of you laughed. "And besides, if I got up, I'd have to take the bed. Why would I wanna miss out on this?"

Your heart fluttered and clenched at the same time. Kirishima was so sweet, but this was not right. You shouldn't be over at your boyfriend's best friend's house by yourself. You shouldn't be enjoying the sweet words that your boyfriend's best friend said to you. You shouldn't be cuddling with your boyfriend's best friend on his couch. You shouldn't be happy that your boyfriend's best friend wanted to sleep together, too. You nuzzled more into Kirishima's chest. It was just the alcohol working. Your imagination and better judgement was just running free. You didn't like Kirishima that way. This was all platonic. It was just two tipsy friends sharing a couch.

"Hey, Kiri?"

"Hm?"

"Is that offer to borrow your clothes still available?"

"Of course. Did you want the shirt, too? I don't know if you'd be comfortable with me being shirtless."

It's just the alcohol working. This was all platonic.

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