Sturdy Lover (Eijiro Kirishima x OC)

Chapter- 12 Please🍋

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It wasn't uncommon for Kirishima to doze off in class. It wasn't rare for him to have to have Bakugo beat the information into his head later so that he could barely pass their classes. That being said, he didn't think he was a terrible judge of character...until now.

Until right now when he was standing some five feet away from one severely pissed-off Amajiki who was tapping her foot against her knee while staring him down as if he were some wounded impala in the middle of the Serengeti.

He knew she was sweet, nurturing, and kindhearted above all else, and Kiri had loved finding out about her competitive streak while being surprised daily by how much she did for those she loved. However, he had not expected her to be so. fucking. deliriously. ridiculously. downright filthy. hot when she was mad.

Where the hell had that cursing come from? He had never heard her curse! And she sounded like a retired sailor who had served a few too many tours!

The worst part? He had never wanted to fuck her more than he did right then.

Kirishima swallowed and croaked, "L-listen Ahri, I-"

She waved him away with a guttural sound. "I know, I know Eijiro. I know, okay? I'm not trying to convince you to do something you're not comfortable with. You don't want to ask me out until it's special. I get that, okay?" She gave him a cheeky yet innocent smile as she said, "I was just being honest with you."

She poured water into a cup and snatched a hot chocolate packet from a drawer. Once she stirred it in, she slid his favorite drink toward him. When she dumped out the rest of the water and put the tea kettle away, Kirishima looked at the cup and then back to her.

"Where's yours?"

Ahri closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. "I don't drink hot chocolate, sweetpea."

There were a lot of things in life that could make a man's restraint snap.

To Eijiro, acts of service were the greatest forms of love.

And Ahri had gone out of her way to make him his favorite drink even though he was the one that had fucked up. She thought of his happiness when she was horny, sexually frustrated, and pissed off. The cherry on top though? She had spoken her desires, yet she still respected his boundaries.

That's what made him snap.

Kirishima walked right past the hot chocolate.

Ahri had her eyes closed as she mentally recited those incredibly obnoxious yoga videos where they're annoyingly telling you to 'inhale~ annnnd~ exhale', so she had not seen Kirishima stalking towards her until it was too late. The big redhead bent down and grabbed Ahri around the back of her thighs. "EIJI!" she squealed as he hauled her up and over his wide shoulder.

"Put me down," she whisper-screamed at him trying not to wake Eitarou in the next room.

Kirishima completely ignored her.

It wasn't a large apartment. There were 3 doors. One to a bathroom. Two to the bedrooms. He knew the one with a tiny scribbled photo hanging from it wasn't hers, so Russian roulette time. He grinned when he opened the first door to find a semi-messy bedroom. He honestly didn't care. He was messier, and a little clothes in the corner never killed anyone. Plus he was a man on a mission.

Name of said mission: Making Ahri Amajiki His

Kirishima dumped Ahri right into the middle of her queen-sized mattress making her let off another girlish scream as she breathlessly bounced from being dropped from such a height. As she tried to remember how to breathe, Kirishima began to strip off his muscle shirt... If she thought she was breathless before...pfft...outer space had more oxygen.