Touch Starved Boys || My Hero Academia Imagines

~Dark Night~ Kirishima x Reader

"Hello! I know your requests are closed but this is just for when you get to it. An imagine for kirishima where s/o gets followed home and calls kiri scared. Lots of fluff please! This recently happened to me and it was really scary."

"Are you sure you're okay getting home by yourself?"

"It's pretty dark outside, we should walk you home."

I smiled at my friends' kindness.  "It's okay, I'm just 10 minutes up the block."

Asui leans against the door frame, not convinced in the slightest.  "I don't think this is safe, Y/N, it's really late."

"I'd blame myself if something happened to you," Ochaco holds my hand.

I wrench my hand away.  "No, really, I don't want to put you guys out of your house for me, I'll be fine, really!"

"Text us the SECOND you get home!"

~

Well that was a great big lie.

If there's one thing my parents always scared me on growing up is never walking alone.  I thought sticking to the well-lit business streets would help keep my nerves down, but the occasional cast of the streetlamps against the dark night wasn't assuring in the least.  The lack of civilians at the late hour further cast an air of isolation.  I found myself in a brisk walk through the streets, hurried by my fear of danger.

Why did I say no?  A little company would've helped so much.  Then again, there's no reason a group of thugs wouldn't take a small group of unarmed girls.  I've heard that happen before, I couldn't let that happen to my friends.

I take a deep breath and put my hood up.  Just 2 more blocks forward, then turn right and go straight to your block.  You'll be fine.  Any conversation with myself is a welcome distraction from the cold chill running down my spine.

There's an uneasiness as I cross another street to the next crosswalk.  The sharp anchor slowly dawning in the back of my head is more distinct than the former chill.  When I stop at the red crosswalk, I quickly dare a backwards glance.  I wish I hadn't.

Behind me, a shadow of a person just a few meters away saunters in my direction.

I snap my head back forward.  My heart starts beating faster as my mind cycles through every possible scenario that can happen.  Getting hit in the head, shoving a chloroform rag in my face, sticking a needle in my neck, straight up being dragged into the nearest alleyway; flashes of danger hit me, each worse than the last.  My body echoes a phantom, numbing chill at each method of assault my mind conjures up.

What do I do?  I think of the videos I've seen online about what to do in this kind of situation.  "If you think someone is following you, make 3 right turns because that means they've just went in a circle."  

Fuck the crosswalk.  I quickly turn right, refusing to wait until the light allows pedestrians to cross.  My feet carry me faster as the light wanes from the main street.  I've escaped the "safety" of the busy street for the even more isolated residential area.  Whoever's chasing me won't have anyone to worry about witnessing whatever crime he's about to commit against me now.  WHY did I do this?!

I turn my head half around to see if my pursuer is still on my tail, part of me hoping I was wrong, only to see them turning the corner without missing a beat.  My heart sinks and I force myself to go faster without breaking into a run, my legs stiffening into an unnaturally brisk pace only folding at my hips.  What do I do, what do I do now?!

I turn the next corner, faintly registering the burn in my legs.  I have to think of something else, I can't keep running from them forever.  I dart my eyes around to find some semblance of a person to help me if I need it, but the street is bare.  Everyone's already safe in their homes while I'm out here in potential danger.  Another stolen glance behind me proves that the figure is still following me.  I'm only slightly relieved to see them just slightly farther away than before.

There's no one around me to help, I'll have to summon my own help.

I whip out my phone and call the first person I know on speed dial.

"Hey babe, how was-"

"Kiri, someone's following me," I breathe out.

It takes him a few heartbeats to respond.  "Get somewhere safe and send me your location.  Now."  I hear him shuffling on the other side.  "I'm coming to get you."

"Okay-"

"Stay on the phone with me if you can."  I hear the jingle of his keys.  "Try to stay calm."

A tinge of warmth quells my cold fear.  "I'm trying, I'm just really scared."

"I know, but I'm coming to get you.  You'll be safe with me soon."

I take a moment to appreciate the honey sweetness of his voice, picturing being in his arms under a warm bed.  It reinvigorates me enough to turn the third corner and walk faster.  The main street spread right in front of me.  I tell him which street I'm on once I approach the intersection.

"Get inside the convenience store on the corner and wait in the bathroom," he instructs.

The door to the store is right there as I make the final right turn.  I duck inside and hurry into the back where the bathroom is, locking myself in and leaning against the wall.  I quickly send Kirishima my location and catch my breath for the first time in at least 15 minutes.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks me through the phone.

"Yeah," I huff out.  "I'm just a little wound up, that's all.  Just hurry, please."  A small part of me refuses to completely calm down until I'm at his house.

"I'm almost there, just at the light."

A few minutes pass of silence through the phone.  I shut my eyes as my head spins.

"Alright, I'm in the store, it's me knocking."

Three raps on the door and I'm already standing and shoving the door open.  At the first sight of his red hair, I collapse into his arms.  "You're here."

His thick arms envelop me just as tightly.  "I'm right here, I told you.  Let's go home."

The entire way home, Kirishima keeps a hand on me at all times.  He firmly keeps his grasp on my waist to the car, holds my hand the whole drive, and leads me with a hand on my back as we get into the house. 

I find my way to his familiar bedroom, wrapping myself in his black comforter and curling into a ball.  Only when I've settled in this position do I finally feel safe, the phantom anxiety still easing itself from the back of my mind.

Kirishima places a glass of water on his bedside table before getting into the bed with me.  "You still scared, babe?"

I immediately nuzzle into his chest and hum in ascent. The woodsy smell of his cologne envelopes me with his strong arms.

"It's okay, you're safe with me here," he coos, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"That was scary," I mutter.

"I was scared too, y'know," he ghosts his nose on my temple, "I thought something was gonna happen to you.  What kind of boyfriend am I if I can't protect you?"

My heart melts at his sincerity.  I poke my hands out of the blanket and cup his face, staring into his eyes with a smile.  "Well, I'm here now.  Thank you for being there, Kiri."

He returns the smile and pecks my nose before crushing me in another hug.  "Whoever tries to take you away from me should watch their back.  I'd go to the ends of the world to find you."

Hi everyone, I wrote the end of this while nursing a killer headache from memorial day drinking, hope you enjoyed :)