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Genre - Smut (CHARACTERS AGED UP)
Pronouns Used - She/Her
Character Pairing - Eijirou Kirishima x Reader Insert
Word Count - 2.5k
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The rain was pouring outside, it being evident from the pounding on your apartment window. It had been about 9:30 pm as you laid in bed, a single candle being the only thing to light the room besides the glow of the moon.
A fluffy, white comforter covered half of your body as your hands rested in your lap with a book. You sighed softly, flipping the off white pages as you waited for your boyfriend to get home.
Eijirou Kirishima, or as most of the city liked to call him, Red Riot. You've been dating him for 5 years now, your first ever date with him being in both of y'all's first years at UA. He was drawn to you by your strong will and your determination, and you could say the same for him.
It wasn't rare that Eijirou took late shifts like this, but it wasn't often. You had actually planned a little night of quality time with him before he called you and said he wasn't gonna make it at his usual time. So, you decided to coop up in bed with a book to pass the time.
You flipped another page, reading a couple paragraphs before you heard the apartment door open, along with shuffling and a long sigh. You closed the book, placing it on the night stand as you sat up straight in the bed.
Eijirou eventually made his way back to your shared bedroom, half of his gear disappearing from his hero costume. You assumed he threw it all down in the living room before coming to see you.
He opened the door, wet from the rain and sweaty from the work. He shut the door behind him, immediately walking over to the dresser for a change of comfortable clothes.
"Hey Y/N, how was your day?" Eijirou asked, sounding a bit less up beat than usual. He turned to you with freshly folded sweats and t-shirt in his hands.
"It was alright, how was yours?" You questioned back, noticing the lack of cheeriness in his body language.
He sighed, placing the clothes on the dresser before walking over to your side of the bed and taking a seat on the edge.
"I'm exhausted." He huffed out, throwing himself back on the bed so his legs were the only thing hanging off.
You smiled, flipping the covers off and positioning yourself on your knees. You leaned over him with a grin, placing a hand on his chest to feel his heart beat.
"Bad day, huh?" You giggled softly, running a hand down his torso.
Eijirou sighed, "Yeah, not my best."
"Let me help you with that."
He looked up at you confused. You just smiled wider. Before he could say anything, you swung a leg to the other side of his body, straddling his laying form. His eyes widened slightly, following a grin and the placement of his hands on your thighs.
"This is your idea of helping?" Eijirou questioned, rubbing your thigh softly with his thumb.
You nodded, leaning down and placing a tender kiss to his lips. His lips were soft for someone with such a rough quirk. That was one of your favorite things about him.
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Bakusquad One Shots and Headcanons.
FanfictionBasically just tons of one shots and maybe head cannons eventually (depending on what's requested of) in this book. Mostly fluff, LITTLE smut. I like reading it more than writing it. Updates will come as they please. Please Save the story if you l...
