#kirishima's family isn't the greatest people

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The Family

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Amajiki Tamaki

Summary: Some civilians come up to Eijirou and Tamaki while theyre on their way to their picnic date because they recognize them from the Shie Hassaikai mission. Eijirou is happy to talk to them, but seems a little gloomy. Tamaki asks about it and gets a look into Eijriou’s past that he didn’t expect. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: canon compliant, yakuza, kirishima’s backstory, Kirishima’s family is mentioned, kirishima’s family isn’t the greatest people, Alternate Universe - Mafia, Mafia AU  Sort of, but not really, post shie hassaikai arc, kirishima eijirou needs a hug, insecure kirishima eijirou, protective amajiki tamaki, anxious amajiki tamaki, amajiki tamaki is a good friend, light angst, coming clean, mainly cannon compliant, alternate universe - yakuza, there’s the tag i was looking for, yakuza, backstory

Author’s Note: So, i saw someone say something about Eiji possibly being from a Yakuza background a while back, and when i was rewatching the Shie Hassaikai arc i realized that is totally fits. So i wrote it. This is completely impulsive and self indulgent but when i asked Emma to talk me out of it she encouraged it instead so…..

Also sorry for the late post, i didn't notice i forgot yesterday until i saw the missed event on my calendar this morning.

If you guys are feeling a part two lmk cause i'm seriously considering it.

Ao3

He’d thought it was done with when the mission was over. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy with how it turned out, Overhaul needed to be stopped and Eri needed to be saved. Plus those quirk bullets were insane and shouldn’t be allowed into circulation. But stuff involving organized crime always hits a little close to home for Eijirou.

He didn’t mean to react that way when the two civilians came up to him. He was actually really thankful for their gratitude and a little stoked that they noticed him. Especially since he was still a first year student, and in no way a well known hero. However, there was a bitter taste in being known for taking down an organization so similar to the one he knew. 

So even though it made him feel down he talked to them, accepting their compliments. Lord knows Tamaki wasn’t about to do so without his help, though he was getting better about those things it’s still okay to not want to talk to strangers.  

“Oh wow! Thanks! I didn’t really think anyone noticed me, I mean i’m not really well known,” He rubbed the back of his neck, a grin on his face. 

“You don’t have to be well known to be totally cool! Your name’s Red Riot, right? And you’re Suneater? If it’s not too much of a bother, can we have a picture?” The civilian asked, looking over at Tamaki where he had hidden himself partially behind Eijirou. 

He turned to his boyfriend and studied his face closely. He knew he was sometimes uncomfortable in situations like this, so he thought it best to check. He turned to talk softly into Tamaki’s ear, “Is that okay, babe? Are you cool with taking a photo?”

Tamaki blushed, as he always did at the pet name. Eijirou had made sure it was okay to call him that in public, but he still does it sparingly because he respects Tamaki’s shyness. Despite the redness on his cheeks he nodded and moved out from behind Eijirou, though he stayed pressed close to his side. 

“Awesome!” The other civilian said, and handed over their phone. They took one each with the two heroes, before taking the phone back and taking one larger photo. It took a second to get Tamaki to smile, but it was worth it. So goddamn adorable. 

Once they had their pictures they thanked the heroes politely and left. That’s when Eijirou let his smile drop, but only a little. He was a little cheery from seeing Tamaki do something like that. He was proud. 

“Eijirou?” He looked up at the taller boy and his mood was immediately downcast when he noticed the worry in his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that if you didn’t want to, you know. I know you’re usually friendly to everyone, but when you’re not feeling like it it’s okay to say no.” Tamaki spoke softly. 

Eijirou smiled sadly, “It isn’t that Tamaki, I did want to take that picture with them.”

The taller boys' brows furrowed, “Then what is it?”

“It’s not really important. And I don't want to ruin our date by thinking about it.” He slipped his hand into Tamaki’s and interlocked their fingers. “Let’s go over there and set up our stuff, yeah?”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling Tamaki over to a clear spot a little ways away from the rest of the people in the park, in the shade of a tree. He let go of his hand only to set down the basket and lay out their blanket. He sat down against the tree and beckoned Tamaki to come lean against him while he retrieved some sodas from their basket. 

“You know you can tell me anything right,” Tamaki wouldn’t meet his eyes, but that’s how Eijirou knew he meant it. 

The last thing Eijirou wanted to do was lie to Tamaki, or intentionally keep a secret. So he made sure to look his boyfriend in the eyes and tell him exactly what he was thinking. “You might not like it, as a hero.”

Tamaki seemed to ruminate on this for a moment before deciding, “It doesn’t matter, if it’s what’s bothering you I want to be there for you.”

Kirishima wasn’t going to keep this from him, especially when he more than anyone deserved to know. 

“I was born into a fairly well known family, but not in the way you would think.” He launched into his story.

“We weren’t famous because we were rich, though we did live comfortably. We were famous because we were dangerous. 

“When I was a kid I didn't know any better, because I'd never known another way of life. I grew up thinking I would be just like everyone else I knew with tattoos on my skin and a gun at my hip. 

“I came from a family higherup in the Yakuza sect where I lived in Chiba. Don’t get it mixed up, we were not the boss’s family. Well not really. He was a second cousin I think. I was the oldest kid in my family, so it was my job to try and climb up in the ranks. 

“I was supposed to do pretty much whatever I was told without question. I didn’t really think anything was wrong with it. I was loyal to my family. I loved them alot and I still do. But over the years they went farther and farther. 

“It used to be simple things, being around as a kid so things wouldn’t get so bloody. It didn’t always work, but the presence of a child always weighs on a conscience. Eventually I was sent out to make deals with local gangs when I got a little older, so that the members of the small-time gangs wouldn’t feel trapped like they would if one of the older higher ups came around. 

“Really my job was to make friends. And I was okay with it. When I got into middle school and actually went to school with other people and kids my age, I started to learn that that isn’t how it is. Those kids didn’t start working immediately like that, and they most certainly didn’t commit crimes. 

“I really need to emphasize that I never knew anything outside of the Yakuza then. I was a Brother. And that’s what I would always be. I was taught that heroes were celebrities who didn’t do anything but hinder business, and lock up family. 

“I didn’t learn that heroes were there to help until I was a good chunk into middle school. At that point they started to trust me more. I’d been in the business my whole life, and 13 years is an accomplishment if you didn’t grow up in  The Family. 

“So one day, I was talking to some local gang leader. A high schooler not much older than me. I’d been told it was an alliance we were trying to make, hopefully keep the younger ones out of trouble and out of enemy territory. And it would be an added bonus to have the extra man power along with keeping them in check. This time, instead of just befriending him and being a messenger, you know giving times and locations for meetings, I was told to come with. 

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, I seriously thought it was just because I was older now and I had earned their trust. And that was part of it, but not all of it. It was also a loyalty test, to see what I would do given more information. 

“So I brought the guy to the meeting place and wasn’t too surprised to see my boss. Not the boss, just the guy who was in charge of me and some of the other younger ones. However instead of peacefully brokering an alliance, my boss pulled out a gun. Surrender or die, simple as that. 

“The guy didn’t choose to surrender. Before that day I had never worried about what happened to the people I brought in. But after all I could think about was the possibility that they had killed more of them. How many people had they killed? How many people had I killed. After all it was my fault, I was the one that brought them there.”

Eijirou had focused his gaze on a spot on the blanket between him and Tamaki. He couldn’t look him in the face for that last bit. He was too ashamed of himself. But now that he had said that he looked the other boy in the eyes.

He was surprised to see a look he had never seen before. He had been fearing seeing disgust on his face, but not being able to tell was much worse. He opened his mouth to speak again only to be interrupted by Tamaki. 

“You didn’t kill anyone.” His indigo gaze was hard set and stubborn as he looked Eirjiou in the eyes. “None of that was your fault.”

Eijirou had never seen Tamaki so fierce and protective. He knew what he was capable of, that was for sure. He’d seen him in action, and seen the look in his eyes when he’s doing hero work and saving people. But this was not even close. He looked almost angry. Eijirou looked down again, but Tamaki cupped his cheek with his palm and made sure he looked him in the eyes. 

“You didn’t kill anyone,” He said more firmly this time. “Would you blame Eri for all of the people the Hassaiki shot with those bullets?” 

Eijirou’s eyes widened, “Of course not! She was just a kid, and Overhaul was using her. She didn’t have any means of escape-” he sputtered before realizing what he was saying with a sigh. That’s when he knew that the anger in Tamaki’s gaze wasn’t towards him. 

Tamaki smiled, but the hard look didn’t go away. “None of that is your fault, it’s only a product of your circumstances.”

Eijirou took a deep breath, knowing that Tamaki was right. He had to finish though, or he would be too much of a coward to do it later. “Can I keep talking? There's a little more…”

Tamaki took Eijirou’s hand and squeezed it tight. 

This time Eijirou didn’t look away from his eyes. 

“Even though there was a lot going on in my mind, I knew better than to show it. Even if the Yakuza is all about loyalty, and heart, and guts. About Integrity, no one ever showed their true feelings. They believed it made them weak. They used me for that exact reason, I knew how to blend in. So that’s exactly what I did. I pretended that none of it bothered me, beyond some initial surprise. I stayed there and awaited my next orders, only this time I knew I wouldn’t follow through. 

“I didn’t go home right away that night. I walked around and thought things through. I left territory so no one would bother me, and hung out in some out of the way cafe. I knew  The Family would still want to use me. Yakuza isn’t something you just leave. I knew that very well, and I had heard of what happened to those that did. 

“So I laid low for a little bit. I told my family that I was struggling with school a little bit and if I wanted to stay at the top of the scores I should lay off work for a while. As much as they didn’t like the idea of me stopping, they figured me staying at the top of the class was better. At least it showed that I was smart and had some sense. I made some friends at school, and discovered Crimson Riot: The Chivalrous Hero. 

“It’s obvious I liked him for his ideals. He was all about bravery and chivalry. Guts, and integrity. Manliness. A Lot like The Family. Except he did it right. He didn’t kill people. He didn’t claim territory for himself, and he didn’t force children to do his bidding. I immediately looked up to him. 

“I played nice for a while, but when my family tried to get me to work again I refused. I told them that it wasn’t manly and that I wouldn't do it. The fact that I was about 13 didn’t help though, they thought I was just going through a rebellious phase. They let me just go through school and hoped it would pass. 

“After that incident with the gang leader I decided I would do everything I could to keep people from getting hurt. I used to try and chase down bullies, even though I wasn't very strong and my quirk could barely harden my skin back then. One of the girls in my class ended up chasing off most of the bullies anyway after I failed. 

“One day after school in my third year I was walking around town, avoiding going home when this villain cornered two girls from my school. I wanted so badly to help them, to run over and tell the villain to fuck off. But I couldn't. The second time I tried to, I froze. But the same girl, the one would get rid of the bullies, didn’t freeze. She jumped in and saved those girls. 

“She inspired me so much. I went home that day, and when my parents handed me an application for some high school they wanted me to go to and told me I'd be getting the tattoos I told them no. I said I would absolutely not be getting those tattoos, because I wasn't going to be a killer like the rest of them. 

“They tried over and over again for the next few weeks. But I had decided against it and I wasn't going to change my mind. I had been training a little bit since I needed to know how to protect myself a little bit in that line of business, but I upped it a lot during those last weeks of middle school. I told myself that I wasn't going to be weak. I wasn’t going to freeze. And I was going to be brave like that girl. 

“One of my friends told me a couple days after the incident with the villain that that girl was going to apply for U.A. and that they thought she would get it. Applying for U.A. hadn’t crossed my mind until then, since I never really thought about heroes in any other context than ‘i want to be like crimson riot because he’s not a murderer.’

“So I worked hard and got into U.A. My parents kicked me out then, once they found out I got in. So I went to live with that girl for a while, before the dorms were opened. 

“The reason I was a little gloomy when those people came up to us congratulating us on taking down the Shie Hassaikai was because the Hassaikai was very similar to The Family. And a lot of their Brothers reminded me of some people I knew. I feel bad for feeling guilty about it, but the Yakuza will always leave a bitter taste in my mouth. 

“The good thing is that I got to where I am now, and that I am not a murderer like the rest of The Family.” Eijirou finished, but before he could catch his breath Tamaki’s lips were on his. 

The kiss burned hot and fast, and before he knew it Tamaki was pulling away and looking him in the eyes. “I would never think of you differently because of this. You are Red Riot, and you are Manly, and you save lives. And I would never stop loving you just because of what happened when you were a kid.”

Eijirou didn’t notice he had tears welling up until Tamaki wiped them away as they fell. “You love me?” He sniffed. 

Tamaki blushed, “I-” 

“I love you too.” Eijirou smiled, and pressed their lips back together. This time the kiss was slower, but not devoid of feeling. By the time they came up for air their sodas would be flat, and their lips swollen. But they would still be happy, because they were in love, and they would be through anything the world threw at them.