bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ☁

prompt: kirishima tries to teach his son how to ride a bike :>
category: fluff
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 1009

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"MAMA," The five-year-old tugged on Y/n's dress, watching her father and brother play outside. However, she was forced to stay inside the house. Although Ara was known to be rambunctious and quite energetic, she also had one of the most sensitive immune systems in their household, so she tended to get sick pretty easily.

Somehow, she had managed to catch a fever in the middle of summer.

She clearly envied her nine-year-old brother outside who seemed to be having the time of his life with their dad. "Hm?" Y/n finally responded, spacing out a bit before responding to her daughter. Ara's lips shaped a pout, "I want to play outside too." Y/n smiled softly at her and pecked her forehead, bending down.

"Sorry, baby, but you're sick. The more you rest and take your medication, the faster you can play with your papa and brother, alright? So it's better if you go up to your room and rest, love." Ara huffed quietly, but couldn't argue with her mother's logic. Once again, her strength in comforting seemed to be more useful than Kirishima's strength in scoldings.

Ara crossed her arms, ready to throw a temper tantrum before ultimately giving up anyway. Her limbs felt heavy, she felt tired, and sweat was coating her forehead, so there was no point in staying anyway. She reached her hands up, egging her mother on to pick her up as Y/n did so without complaint, quickly tucking her in and leaving a cold towel on her forehead.

When Y/n returned, Kirishima was still outside with Reiji, his lips shaped into a large grin as he taught his son how to ride a bike. Reiji seemed to lack some of his sister's guts; he was confident, but only to a certain extent. He seemed to think that failing a few times would mean ultimately giving up while Ara would probably try, injure herself, and keep trying anyway.

Y/n finally opened the storm door, making her way outside as she watched her boys with a small smile. "Are you two going to come in for lunch soon?" Kirishima looked up at the question, gesturing for Reiji to test out on his own on the driveway. He glanced at his beautiful wife, "Did Ara already eat?"

She nodded, "She had some soup earlier and I just put her down for another nap."

Kirishima blinked at her, "Did she have her medicine with that?"

Y/n took a moment to process his words, realizing that she hadn't fed Ara her medicine. She shook her head, chewing her bottom lip guiltily. "No, it completely slipped my mind. I guess I'll have to wake her up mid-nap—" Kirishima walked towards her, pressing a kiss to her forehead briefly before shaking his head.

"It's fine, I got it. I'd rather her get angry at me than you right now. If you get sick too, I might have to call a week off of work," He joked, knowing his wife had the second weakest immune system in the household. Y/n smiled teasingly, tilting her head at her husband. "I might get sick on purpose then."

He flushed at her comment, rolling his eyes before heading inside the house to feed his daughter a second dose of her medicine. "Reiji, lunch in ten minutes!" The nine-year-old nodded, steadying his bike as Y/n sighed and went into the kitchen, already bringing out the rice from the rice cooker and setting out the other side dishes on the dining table.

Kirishima finally came down the stairs, a sheepish smile on his face. "She's gonna be mad at me for the rest of the day, but hopefully she sleeps it off." He mumbled, washing the little syringe that came with the children's medicine. Y/n smiled sweetly, kissing her husband's cheek. "Thank you," 

He smiled back at her, his head instantly turning when he heard Reiji yelp. Y/n dropped the spoon she was holding, rushing behind Kirishima. The bike was knocked to the side, his knee pulled towards his chest as blood poured from the small scrape. Reiji's lips were pulled into a pained frown, tears welling up in his eyes.

"C'mon, buddy," Kirishima said quietly, picking up his son effortlessly before bringing him into the house. Y/n had already found a bandaid from their medicine closet, bringing down some ointment too as he set Reiji on the couch. "Next time don't ride the bike without either of us there, okay? You're still learning, so it's better for one of us to watch you just in case."

She comforted him softly and he nodded with little tears rolling down his cheeks. Y/n placed the bandaid and Kirishima gave his wife another sheepish smile as if apologizing for leaving their son on the bike by himself. "I had the opportunity to tell him to get off too, don't worry," Y/n shook her head, pressing her lips against his briefly before going back to the kitchen.

Reiji had finally stopped crying, sniffling slightly as he sat down at the dining table. "Since things didn't go that well today we can go get ice cream tomorrow when your sister's feeling better." Eijiro smiled sympathetically, tilting his head to the side. Reiji blinked for a moment before nodding contentedly, turning his attention to the food in front of him.

"Ah, that reminds me, Eiji," Y/n paused, holding the rice paddle midair before turning to her husband. "You still have to train Reiji to get his quirk under control." Eijiro's face dropped and he sighed; part of him already felt tired from helping Reiji practice bike riding for so long, but he nodded anyway, smiling lightly.

"How about we do that after lunch, buddy?"

His son smiled, nodding. "Okay, Papa."

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me: absolutely not understanding the concept of love or ever having a healthy romantic relationship in my life
also me: crying at 2 am because i remembered bang chan was my valentine's day date