His Little Fox(Kirishima x reader)

15

I woke with the sun on my face. I squinted and rolled over, knocking my phone onto the floor. I flinched and reached groggily to pick it up. There were no cracks, thankfully, and I tried to fall back asleep. It proved useless so I sat up, stretching. 

Sunday mornings usually consisted of laying about in the morning and sometimes doing something with the family in the afternoon. I walked downstairs with my hand on the railing as I yawned the whole way down. On the kitchen table, stacks of pancakes lay on three plates. 

"Goodmorning, Y/n." My mom greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. My dad was sitting at the head of the table, already eating. He looked up when I came in and gave me a small smile. 

I sat down and started shoveling heaps of pancakes in my mouth after pouring syrup all over them. My mom had a secret recipe that she had been given by her mom and said that she would give it to me when I moved out. 

After clearing my plate, I wandered back up to my room, where I flopped onto my bed. My phone was exploding again and I begrudgingly rolled over to pick it up. I had been added to another group chat, this one with only the girls.

Mina was already trying to plan another sleepover while also begging for help with school assignments, which reminded me that I still had homework to finish. While grumbling at Mina, I got my books from my bag and flopped onto my bed, half ready to be productive. My phone lighting up every second didn't help anything so I hid it from myself knowing full well I wouldn't be able to find it the next morning. Present Mic did not go easy on the homework and I eventually gave up and tried Mr. Aizawa's homework. 

That night, as I lay in bed, I realized just how anxious I was about the following day. 

Why? Why am I so scared? I shouldn't care. Maybe I'm just tired.

The next morning I woke unusually early. The sun hadn't risen and I couldn't fall back asleep. I reached for my phone, but couldn't find it. I sat up, panicking. Where had I left it? Was it at Mina's house? Did I lose it? I turned on the light and started frantically searching for it.

Not in the blankets. Not on my desk. Not in the trash can. Not under my pillow. I rummaged through the closet but found nothing. I started going through the pockets of my clothes and found my phone in one of my hoddies. I sighed and mentally facepalmed while sitting in my desk chair. I plugged my almost-dead phone in and checked the time. 4:25. 

I was hungry so I rummaged through the refrigerator and discovered some hidden snacks. I hoped my parents didn't need them. Back up in my room, I looked out the window and saw another second-story light was on. I felt the sudden urge to be mischievous and changed into a fox. 

The grass was wet and cold, but I suffered through it and carefully picked my way to the house with the light. Once there, I looked for something I could climb and found a tree semi-close to the window. I slowly climbed, not wanting to fall. Soon, I was about level with the window and was able to peer in. 

The window was closed but inside was a bed, a desk, and a punching bag. As far as I could see, no one was in the room. I could see the corner of a bookshelf off to the side and the door leading from the room. I waited for a few minutes and was rewarded, and scared, by the door opening.

In walked a boy, about my age, with red hair that fell around his face. I realized with a start that this was Kirishima. Kirishima with his hair down. 

He looks soft, I thought as Kirishima wandered around his room. 

Usually, he was so energetic, but here, standing in his room all alone, he wasn't yelling about being manly or having to drag Bakugo off someone. He was simply, him? Was that a good way to say it? 

I sat there, in the tree, watching him do homework, not realizing how much of a creep I was being. Sitting there, head empty, I quietly followed his every move. It was peaceful, watching how a normal person went about life. 

I was dimly aware of the sun breaching the horizon line. I watched as Kirishima checked his clock and started packing his books in his bag. I lay in the tree, not really feeling like moving. The sun's rays were just barely peeking on the world as I fell asleep. My breathing slowed, my fur shifting in the morning breeze, the tree's branches swaying slightly, and Kirishima going about his day, how could I not fall asleep?