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[thrndlngs]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷     this is how you fall in love, e. kirishima.

crackers and pedialyte, part one.

── pairing, kirishima x f!reader ── series: click here for masterlist. ── author’s note: hope you all enjoy it. it’s a bit short, hope u don’t mind. ♡ if you don’t like reading about someone throwing up just skip to the part underneath the divider. HSKJHF. also, i don’t really like this chapter? i mean, it’s really just a set up for the next three which are going to be pretty long bc it involves the ENTIRE group and just, you and kiri trying to figure out what the two of you are and stuff? word vomit lol. anywayz, thanks for supporting as always and be on the look out for the next chapter.  ♡

      “don’t move to fast or you’ll probably throw up,” the voice beside you tells you before shoving a cup of water in your direction, head turned the other way in case you did. you didn’t bother to find the source of said voice, happily taking the water and chugging it. it felt like you hadn’t drank anything in weeks  ──  

  “god, my head.” you grumbled, using your fingers to massage your temples in an attempt to ease the growing tension. 

  “yeah, that happens when you try to drink the bar’s supply of vodka sprites, which, you probably did.” kirishima joked in attempt to make you feel better. you turned to the redhead, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. he wants to tell you that you confessed to him, he wants to ask you if you were being honest or if somehow the alcohol had made you confuse names  ── he needs to know.

  “right, right, makes sense.” you sniffled, “──how bad was i?” 

  “oh i thought you’d never ask.” he turns to his desk to pull his computer chair and roll it over to his bedside. he sits backwards in it (a bad habit since he was a kid) and folds his arms on the top of it, resting his chin against his arms as he ponders in thought.

  “──well, you didn’t want to get out of my car and then you tried to sleep on my steps because you didn’t want the frogs to be lonely.” he begins explaining, “and then, you argued with me because i told you that you needed to sleep on the bed. you also told me that you were going to punch todoroki whenever you saw him.” 

 if it wasn’t for the extra saliva forming in your mouth, you probably would’ve covered your face with a pillow and try to melt into the bed to avoid this entire conversation. “bucket, i need to─i’m going to,” kirishima cuts you off by shoving a bucket in front of you, though he doesn’t seem the type, he honestly might start hurling with you. 

  “there you go, let it out.” he tries to comfort you, he even tries to reach out to rub your back (but the smell is starting to make him gag so he just turns around completely) so he settles for  encouraging words instead.

  “god ── please if i do this one more time kirishima, just knock me out alright? full permission to kn──“

     now that you had showered and washed your mouth out for the fourteenth time, you were settled in kirishima’s bed again. the redhead had brought you a tray of sliced bananas, oatmeal, crackers and pedialyte in hopes that the homemade ‘hangover’ concoction would get you to feel better. the sight of the breakfast tray almost made you cry. and of course, you ate all of it, despite the nagging sensation that you felt like you were going to throw up at any given moment, you were sure this was probably one of the best mornings of your life. 

  “how d’ya feel now?”

   you shrugged, “better i guess? my head is still throbbing and i think at like, any given moment i might puke but, other then that i am, solid.”

  “this is the fourth bucket, could you try walking to the bathroom and puking in there?” he’s joking, this was kirishima after all. he was probably one of the only one in your friends group that would go to such lengths to make sure you felt as comfortable as possible when you were sick. 

  “oh yeah, for sure, i’ll make sure i catch the entire bedroom floor and hall while i’m on the way there while i’m at it.” 

  “just the thought of it makes me want to throw up, please, just, don’t put that picture in my head.” 

  “──while it’s still the topic, thank you for holding my hair, you know when i filled the third bucket.” 

  you couldn’t help but laugh as kirishima’s face contorted into one of disgust, “you don’t have to thank me your nickname, it’s what friends are for.” 

 friends, friends, friends. maybe you’re looking into it to hard,  but the way he says friends makes you think that’s all the two of you will ever be. 

 “yeah, yeah of course.” although your feelings are just hurt in the slightest, you’re still very grateful that kirishima had taken care of you with no complaints (so far, you’re sure if you double over one time, he might just kick you out)

 “i know it’s not my business,” is how he starts his question, leaning his chin onto the computer chair he currently sat at, brows pulling together. “──but why do you want to punch todoroki in the face?”

 “oh. that’s because he gave me some advice on how to handle a situation that i uh, don’t think went well.” you were positive that kirishima hadn’t said anything in return to your ‘drunken’ confession so that had only meant that he didn’t feel the same because if he did, he would’ve said something, right?

 “why don’t you tell me what you need advice on? maybe i can help?” 

  you’re hesitant at first - how much torture could you really endure? “this guy, i like right? i want to tell him i like him but like, i don’t know.. it’s complicated.”

  “why is it complicated?”

   “we’re friends. good friends. i mean, i would like to think he’s like, my best friend. how could i jeopardize that friendship over a crush?”

   “how do you know he doesn’t like you back?”

   “uh, good question.” now it’s your turn for your nerves to get ahold of you, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to think of a lie good enough to keep kirishima off of your back. “──he’s really focused on his career? and like taking off in the world you know? so he probably doesn’t have time for me.”

  kirishima’s mouth goes dry, “are you crushing on bakugou?” did you really confuse him for todoroki when you confessed to him last night? surely, bakugou was kirishima’s closest friend but the two of the looked nothing alike, nor did they look alike. hell, bakugou was well on his way to 

  “──why would i get advice from the guy i like?”

  “i mean, getting it from the source would be a solid idea. like, you’d know what to expect or how to tell him wouldn’t you?”

  “i mean, yeah i guess you do have a point.”

   maybe he should’ve told you how he felt last night, maybe the two of you wouldn’t have sat there brainstorming on how to tell bakugou about the non-existent crush you have on him. it was exhausting ── it was so exhausting to the point that you gathered the strength to get out from underneath the covers and begin pacing the room. 

  it’s a bad habit. a habit that kirishima knows all to well. you’re deep in thought and although he can’t really tell what it is, he knows it must be very important that you’re willing to walk in circles despite the hangover you have.

  “i really think you should sit,” the worry in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed, but, you’re to busy trying to figure out if you should try to get it through kirishima’s thick skull that you confessed last night because you like him. not bakugou, not iida or anyone else. 

  “kirishima, what did i tell you last night?” 

  “a lot of things but ──”

  “before we left, i told you something, what did i tell you?” 

  kirishima notices the desperation in your voice and it causes him to sit upright, worry in his eyes as it looks like you’re about to start pulling your hair out. “wh-why does it matter? you were drunk, you said a lot of things.” 

  “god kirishima!” cue the hands on your hips as you let out a very dramatic sigh. “i don’t like iida or bakugou. iida is like, that best friend who comes over and calls my mom mom and bakugou is - jesus, he’s not my type at all. kiri ── it’s you, i told you i liked you last night because todoroki said i should because if i didn’t i could suffer for eternity because i didn’t tell my high school crush which is you by the way, in case that wasn’t clear and i really, really thought if i got drunk then it would make the rejection so much easier but then you sat there and acted like i didn’t tell you anything──” in the midst of your rant, the redhead is doubling over in laughter and if you squint you could see him wiping tears away from how hard he’s laughing.

 “i don’t get it - what’s so funny? i’m literally trying to tell you how i feel and you’re laughing?” 

  “sorry, continue.” he clears his throat, motioning for you to continue as he begins to stand up. 

  “please stop me if you don’t feel the same way, i will be okay. i’m an adult now, who can handle her crush not liking her back. i promise.” you might open a new tub of ice cream and cry about it for three days, sure but there’s more fish in the sea right?

  “[your nickname],” he starts, closing the distance in between you and you’ begin bracing yourself for the absolute worse. “you’re easily one of the most important people in my life. whenever i’m in the grocery store and see [insert your favorite candy here] i literally always grab it and i have an entire stock pile in my cabinet in case you have a sweet tooth whenever you’re at my apartment,” he confesses, heat rising to his cheeks the more he talks and there you stood, mouth opening and words failing.

  “──i can honestly say i’ve had a crush on you since you stole my pencil in homeroom. remember?” he asked, offering an ear to ear grin at the memory. “i’ve always liked you and i thought i was upfront about it but i guess not? like when i would only listen to you on the bus rides? or when we’d all get together for lunch back in our third year, i’d always make sure we all sat at the table closest to the lunch line because you always had this weird thing going on? remember? when you were obsessed with that mango ice cream? or when we walked home in the rain because you swore we’d see the full moon better if we sneaked our ways onto the roof of the USJ?” 

 so maybe you were a little oblivious and you didn’t have to punch todoroki anymore  ── you’re certain kirishima could hear your heart beating at this point, the dogs barking outside could probably hear it too. how could you have missed the signs? 

 “okay, honestly, i thought it was because you were my friend that you walked me home that night but, i am so sorry for not noticing earlier,” your apology is laced with a few giggles, your attempt to not laugh at the realization that kirishima was just as head over heels for you as you were for him but you’re failing. miserably.

 “hey! what happened to not laughing?”

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