【ｓｔｒａｗｂｅｒｒｙ ｋｉｓｓｅｓ】e. kirishima x black reader/original character

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"Aki! Aki! (N/N) wake up! Daddy has your letter fwom UA!" You groaned and put your pillow over your ears. "I'm up, I'm up, Aya. Get out of my room, please."  

She pouted "You're so mean." She said but hopped down nonetheless. You got up and looked at the time. She woke you up at 9 am on a Sunday. You facepalmed and contemplated going back to bed. 

But then you realized, UA! I have to know if I got in. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed downstairs. You were greeted by your dad drinking coffee and eating breakfast. Your dad was a pretty intimidating man. 

His black hair was slicked back and he was reading from his black glasses. His eyes were a shade of amber, like your right one, and he had his usual scruff. He always had on a serious expression that said "Fuck up around, me, I dare you." Yet you knew behind those intimidating eyes was your dorky ol' dad. 

"Ohayō gozaimasu (Good morning), Dad... is that my letter?" Your dad looked up from his plate and his eyes brightened. "Aki, Ohayō. Yes, it is. Congratulations, you got into UA."

"We knew you could do it!" Your mom said, hugging you from behind. You grinned and hugged her back. "Thanks, guys." You remembered what you were thinking when you thought you would fail... That your parents would be more disappointed in you failing. 

Of course, you were exaggerating, but sometimes it does feel that way. Your parents put so much pressure on you to succeed, whether they realize that or not. You are their oldest daughter, and you have to make them proud. 

You knew they did love you, but sometimes you felt like they loved your achievements more than you, which you knew it wasn't true. But, still. Your mom was a pro hero, and she expects you to follow in her footsteps. 

You want to be a pro hero, too. More than anything, but not for the same reasons your parents want you to... You winced at the memory of your brother and redirected your train of thought. In any case, you want the decision to be a hero to be your own, no one else's. yet you cannot help but realize that a tiny part of you wants to be a pro hero to make them proud, whether you like it or not.

"Akari sweetheart. Your uniform arrived with your letter. You should try it on."

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You had tried on your UA uniform and it looked damn good on you, if you do say so yourself. Although the skirt could be a bit longer... you blessed and cursed your momma's hips at the same time. 

You stood in the mirror with your UA grey blazer, emerald green skirt, and thigh-high stockings. You decided to wear your usual pastel blue [favorite color] platform sneakers [favorite shoes] instead of the ugly ass brown loafers UA gave you. 

You also decided to change your red tie with a pastel blue [favorite color] one. 

(This part will detail Akari's figure a bit but will not apply to you if you want to change it ✨) You looked at yourself in the mirror and noted you had a wider hip to torso ratio. Like a pear, and thicker thighs and legs. 

Today was the start of UA, and you were jittering and excited. You went to eat breakfast and kissed your mom on the cheek goodbye. "You sure you don't want me to drive you, hun?" You shook your head. "Yeah, I'm good. Taking the school bus might help me see who I'm up against."

You waved goodbye and grabbed your [favorite color] [favorite type] backpack. You went to the bus stop and waited until it came. When it did you hopped on and took in your surroundings. There were many different people who all seemed to have many different quirks. 

When you sat down, you looked at a guy who particularly stood out to you. He had a slouched stance and a pissed off, disinterested expression. His ash-blonde hair was spiky and poking out every which way. He had the same striking red eyes as Kirishima. Even then, he was undoubtedly good looking. But you were more interested in the red-haired boy that more or less saved your life.

At last, you were at UA, and you immediately noticed you were one of the only dark skin person at the school. Typical, you sighed. You bounded up the steps and into your classroom. You looked down at your schedule and saw that you had to go to room 1A. After getting lost (twice!) you were late and the last one to get to class.

You screamed because on the floor was a black-haired guy that looked like he didn't get enough sleep. He was wrapped in a blanket he looked up at you.

"Welcome to UA, Kimura (L/N)."