kirishima hasn't put thought into a relationship in years, him claiming he's been focusing on his career as japans 5th top hero had him busy. but that doesn't help numb the haunting fear that he's going to be alone the rest of his life. so when his...
⋅˚₊ ୨ VII୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ————✧₊˚{symphonia ix}⋆⁺₊✧———— chapter song-all girls are the same-juice wrld content warning- slightly cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of vomiting
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after 21 questions to try to actually figure out which apartment was actually hers, he finally made his way into the girl's home.
he placed the extremely intoxicated girl on her tiny couch. a tiny black cat jumped on immediately; the girl drunkenly smiled at her pet, lightly petting the animal as she laid back, talking to the animal as he pulled off her shoes. "george, that's eirijou," the girl told cat, who rubbed against kirishima as it made its way to its pink food dish next to all its pink toys. "eirijou, that's george."
"my idiot brother thought she was a boy, and when i tried to rename her, she was late; she had already responded to the name." the girl rolled her eyes. "keigo is actually so stupid. why did he name a girl cat george?"
"my cat's name is jasper, and she's a girl too." kirishima laughed, trying to get the girl to feel better as he placed her shoes on the rack next to her other.
"jasper's a better name than george." the girl complained. her mood changing instantly as she turned towards her shelves. "hey, portal!" the girl yelled. "play all girls are the same by juice wrld," the box replied, starting to sing her playlist.
kirishima squinted at the girl as she blankly stared forward. "you okay, izume?" he asked in a hushed tone, his thumb brushing over her knee.
"no, i just went through a friend breakup." izume frowned. "i didn't even like her; she was a bitch." she giggled. before leaning over to grab a pillow, hugging it.
kirishima smiled down at the floor. he walked across the family room into her kitchen. he walked around the girl's kitchen opening every cabinet trying to find a glass. "you look so big in my kitchen," the girl slurred from the couch across the room.
kirishima shook his head at the girl, finally finding a cup for water, before heading back. back as he heard the girl huff. kirishima didn't know the girl's sudden change of mood. "what's wrong now?" kirishima laughed at him seeing her frown.
"i'm pretty sure that bartender was giving me no sex." the blonde girl complained. her throwing her head back against the couch. "what?" he asked instantly. him almost dropping the glass of water.
"my last 4 drinks tasted like juice and mixer. there was no rum in them at all; there was no sex on the beach." she complained. her arms helping her talk a bit as they smacked down on the cushions.
kirishima laughed lightly, handing the girl her water. she put the cup down instantly, her mumbling along to the song playing beside her. "please drink the water." kirishima cringed; she was going to have an awful day when she woke up.
the girl scoffed before drinking half the cup of water, her grabbing the man's hand, pulling him, and going to her room. mumbling about how she was tired.
the girl threw herself on her bed, closing her eyes, trying to sleep with half her body hanging off the bed. "no, no, stand up." kirishima grabbed ahold of her waist and yanked her to her feet.
him gabbing the neatly folded pajama shorts and hoodie—well, actually his hoodie—that were stacked on one of her pink pillowcases. "put these on." he went to face the girl with comfy clothes in his hands, but when he turned, the blonde girl's layers were long gone, and as she stood in her bra, she attempted to step out of tights.
"excuse me!" he coughed instantly. kirishima clapped his hand over his eyes, making the girl beside him break out in a laugh. "what's wrong, eijirou? never seen a girl in her underwear before or something."
"yeah or something, put the clothes on izume," he rambled.
"who knew one of the top heroes was scared of seeing a girl change?" izume giggled; the girl's hand grabbed onto his own, pulling his hand down that blocked his vision. the hoodie hugged her small frame like a blanket. he looked over to the bed, the shorts still lying on the spot he had dropped them in in his panic.
"the hoodie goes to my knees; you can't even see anything." the girl slurred, her chest heaving as she stood hiccuping lightly. kirishima's eyes widened as he dragged her into the bathroom that stood next to her closet. perfect timing as well because by the time she crouched in front of the toilet, the girl's stomach contents came spilling out.
kirishima sat down, leaning against the counter as he tied her hair back with his hand as the other one rubbed circles on her back.
after 15 minutes of off-and-on vomiting in the bathroom, kirishima handed the girl the rest of her water. izume didn't drink it, though she spit the water out of her mouth in an attempt to wash the bitter taste out of her mouth.
"i want to go to bed." the girl sat leaning back against kirishima. her eyes were closed as she placed her head down against his shoulder. the man stood, picking up the girl; izume instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her head above his collarbone. kirishima really wished they could stay like that, but he knew the girl couldn't rationally think for herself in the moment. so he lifted kneaty-made covers and placed her onto the bed.
karishma tucked the girl into her sheets. but as he bent down to retrieve the worn stuffed animal she requested that was pinned against the mattress and the wall. her palm caught his cheek lightly, pushing his face to be easily seen. "i like your hair like this." she mumbled, pushing his extra strands of hair out of his eyes. her hand traveling the lower layers of his hair that didn't make their way into the higher half that was pulled back into a loose bun. she smiled lazily, slipping the hair through her finger. before they went back to the pieces that hung over his forehead.
"but i want to see your eyes." kirishima didn't move; he allowed her to look over his features. "i like you." her hand tracked down the side of his neck; he shuddered as he felt her fingers tracing his scar.
kirishima was melting at the girl's words. but the girl was drunk. the girl ran her thumb over his bottom lip. pulling the corner of his lip to make him smile at her. "i like you too."
"really?" the girl gawked. kirishima laughed, grabbing ahold of the bunny stuffed animal and handing it to her. "can you be my boyfriend?"
kirishima laughed at the question. "depends. if you go to bed and remember tomorrow, yes; if you don't, then in a couple of weeks, deal." the blonde nodded. the girl still had a hold on kirishima's hand as he tried to walk away, her begging for him to stay till she fell asleep, resulting in kirishima falling asleep sitting on the floor leaned up against the bed frame. the upper part of his right arm was being used as a pillow as the girl had her arms wrapped and held by the blonde.
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kirishima shook the pain in his neck away as he woke up. confused, he looked around the lightly dimmed room. checking his watch, he cursed. katsuki is going to kill him; he's an hour and a half late for work. yes, it was only 7:40 in the morning, but he was supposed to do early morning patrol, and he just didn't show up for work.
he tried to stand from the floor but was held down by his arms and legs. a small black cat angrily looked up at him, it resting its head back, the cat resting on his lap and the blonde girl still holding ahold of his arm.
kirishima attempted to slip his arm from izume's hold, but it just ended in the girl's grip tightening. kirishima stood as the little cat walked off his legs and out of the room. his body screaming from the awkward way he had slept.
hugs movement waking the girl. her eyes squinting as the dark winter sky still produced light from outside her window. she groaned as she tucked her face away from the light.
"izume, i have to go." kirishima whispered. the girl muttered a small goodbye in her sleep as she sunk her face deeper in the crook between his arm and her pillow. "isume, my arm." the girl, sleepy, lifted her head, not realizing she had a death girl on his bicep.
"oh, i'm sorry," she muttered, unraveling herself from around him. the girl shivered as his warmth left him. kirishima placed her stuffed animal in her open arms before pulling her blanket over her body. he hand moved to push her hair from her face.
he remembered a few weeks ago she had told him she wears headbands because she can't stand the feeling of hair brushing against her face.
"text me when you wake up." the girl hummed in response before almost instantly falling back asleep. "bye pretty girl."
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izume thought her head was going to explode when she woke up. at three thirty in the afternoon. she stumbled into the bathroom, throwing up her stomach contents. she brushed her teeth instantly, hoping to wash out the taste. she stumbled into her kitchen, groaning as she choked back a glass of water and a piece of toast in hope it'll help her pain medicine and quirk meds mess up her stomach more than it already is.
izume walks back into the bathroom linked to her bedroom; she felt disgusting, and as she looked at her reflection, she realized that she looked disgusting.
her mascara from the night before was smeared down and around her eye, her hair was going in at least fourteen different directions, and the hoodie that once smelled like earthy cologne now reeked of alcohol.
izume started her shower, walking out of the room as she flung the hoodie off along with the rest of her wardrobe into the washing machine. the girl grabbed her phone that was resting on the counter and plugged it in once she realized it was dead.
before she turned to her alexa, screaming at it to play her liked playlist.
by the time she opened the door to the glass-paned shower, the girl was finally, when the water hit her bare skin, hit with a flush of memories from the night before. was so confused as her night slowly started to come back to her as she stood in the shower.
dragging her hands down her face as she stepped out of the shower.
eijirou ________________________
izume i'm so sorry
eijirou wait why
izume i don't even remember what i did but im so sorry you had to take me home
eijirou no it's okay you're funny when you're drunk
izume oh no what did i do
izume all i remember is you standing in my kitchen and force feeding me water
eijirou you threw your shoe at me hugged me, called me asshole cried for a until i complemented your sweater complained about your legs hurting then fell asleep when i carried you home
izume no please no
eijirou all within ten minutes btw
izume nope that wasn't me
eijirou i think id remember correctly if i got to carry a pretty girl home
