HEART PIERCED | KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

ೃ⁀➷. FOUR

"are you sure this wouldn't hurt?"

"relax. i got you."

"it still worries me—"

"it'll be fine and it'll be worth it."

"you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"a little. you look good underneath me."

"i think i'd like to be the one on top."

you gasped dramatically. "me being on top will be pleasurable! even for you!"

he laughed, squirming slightly on your tatami chair. "promise it won't hurt?"

you sighed, rolling your eyes. "what you need to worry more is you sudden hardening!"

"heh—"

"i mean your quirk." you lightly slapped his cheek in a pat before reminding him to control his quirk so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

right now you were in you dorm room. most of your class were still outside, partying probably at someplace while others were already sleeping.

kirishima sat on you tatami chair as mentioned, calming his nerves from whatever's about to calm. it was an amusing sight: red riot extraordinaire squirming before a needle.

he wanted his ears pierced by you so you gladly went for it. that's the request he asked earlier.

you were taken a back. not in the least expecting that sort of request from him. still, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered and same warmth inside you enveloping you deeply.

is it because you had piercings? does he want to know why i like them? is he doing this for me?

how narcissistic of you to think that.

but you couldn't help it.

"yeah. i wanted to try— i mean, you have a lot and to know why you like it so much, you know."

you beamed at the revelation.

there. now he said it.

so that's why you were in this situation.

but not everything is as easy at it seems. kirishima somehow was hopeless when it comes to needles. he would squirm away from your touch or he would unconsciously harden his ears when the needle inched a little too close to him.

"you won't be able to return to your dorm in time if you keep this up."

"i thought i was staying here?"

"you are?"

"come on. you really think i would leave my girlfriend alone after a tiring day?"

"girlfriend, huh?"

"i— mean— uhm. you know— since— uh—"

"you're fine, 'Jiro." you tapped his cheek twice before cleaning his ears again with isopropyl. "chill."

he grumbles something underneath his breath. "can you think of something that would distract me?"

you squinted your eyes at him. "what are you suggesting?"

"what—? no! i didn't mean anything sexually?"

you giggled. "why are you asking me?"

he groaned. "just— help me please."

"well... because you asked nicely..."

"hey! why are you thinking so hard about it?!" he seemed offended by you as he returned the same look you did but you were too deep in your own delight to bother. "okay, deal."

"deal?"

"yup, yup. i'll distract you as i pierce... in return..."

he hummed, watching your every movement. his eyes always wanting to capture the sight of you. his breath hitched when you crawled to his chest.

"you have to bite me—"

"what—?!"

"—with your teeth."

a sense of dèjá vu hit kirishima, reminding him of the time when you were in middle school. the first time and the last time you interacted with him in middle school.

that time he complimented your piercings and you—

you complimented his teeth.

your cheeks blushed slightly. it was half impromptu on your behalf as you suddenly remembered that weird fetish of wanting to know how it would feel if he sunken his teeth in your skin.

kirishima also blushed at the thought of biting you in general. he also wanted to know how that would be. his curiosity seeping in, unknowing of who was waking up in his stead.

"so, what's your plan?"

your eyes glimmered when you thought that he approved of what you wanted. "well, i thought about rewarding you if you let me finish piercing."

"what would my reward be?"

"a kiss?"

kirishima froze in his seat. it was like his soul left him when you placed you lips on his. he remained unmoving until you pinched his nose, gaining all of him back. "what was that?"

"a taste?"

"you're such a tease."

you giggled. "now you have something to think about, right?"

"i guess."

you pouted, nose scrunching in distaste. "you guess?"

"gimme one more and i'll think about it."

"or... you let me finish and i'll give you more."

"DEAL."