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...
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izumes faces held a confused expression. her arm extended, opening up her side to be able to reach his cheek. the man then used the opportunity to warp his arm around her waist, grabbing ahold of the short girl, and pull her feet from the floor as he held her.
him taking a deep breath of her vanilla perfume as his forearm shifted to hold under her thighs, holding her up high enough where he could rest his head comfortably. his hold on her almost forcing the girl to wrap her legs around his waist.
"i missed you," he whispered, sighing into her neck. his voice was deeper than usual. as he placed his head on her open collarbone.
"you smell so good, baby." his voice turned into a mumble at the end.
if izume didn't know before, she definitely knew as he picked her up into a hug; she smelt the weed on him instantly. and with his lazy smile, it was definite that the man was extremely high. because kirishima never showed that much of his teeth when he smiled.
"erijou, look at me." izume laced her arm behind his neck so she could keep her balance as she leaned back.
the man reluctantly pulled back his head from the crook of her neck. he still smiled lazily. izume brought her thumb under his eye, pulling at his lower eyelid lightly. his red eyes switched all around the girl's face.
"eijirou, are you high?" she asked even though she 100% knew the answer.
"justa bit could, you tell miss?" he asked, laughing over his words, him placing his head back on the shelf her collarbones made.
izume smiled softly at him. she didn't know the man did stuff like that; he didn't seem like the type, nor did she think he was allowed to use the plant with his job.
"yeah, you reek of weed," the girl giggled. "and your eyes are almost the color of your hair."
"oh really? that never happens," he asked as he put her down on her feet lightly. his hand lingering on her waist, his thumb brushing under her shirt to rub against her skin. his lips still held a light smile as he thought. "it's probably because i have lessa of a tolerance right now."
izume smiled at the drugged man. tilting her head to the side. "do you still want him to do your hair?"
"definitely." he smiled, his hand grabbing her hair in his hand, lightly running his hair through her blonde hair. amused smile on his lazy face. "justa sec, though," he mumbled, walking into his bedroom and opening his little black box. him wanting to keep this feeling forever. the mix of the two things he was obsessed with made the man head spinning.
izume followed the large man. her name instantly taking the box and planning the blunt he picked up back with the others. "you don't need more e."
izume didn't know how, but she finally got the man moving into the bathroom so she could do his hair. him sitting in his office chair that was already stained with red dye.
izume looked up at the man's reflection in the mirror as she rubbed the dye into his roots. seeing the man hook his finger in his lip as he opened his mouth.
"eijirou, what are you doing?" izume asked laughingly, lighting at his face. the man unhooked his finger from his mouth. looking at the girl in the reflection of the mirror.
"my teeth look weird," he muttered, looking through his half-lidded eyes. "they've always looked like that." izume smiled lightly at him.
"i know they've always looked weird." he frowned, baring his teeth at his reflection. "i used to scare the other kids at school when i smiled." he grumbled a complaint. "i still scare people when i smile with my teeth."
"is that why you never show your teeth?" izume looked at him in the reflection. the high man nodded yes. "well, that just means more for me, because your smile doesn't scare me." izume looked at him in the reflection as she tried to multitask, which ended on a bit of a glob of dew to land on the man's shoulder.
"shit," izume spoke as she tried to pick up the die without smudging her glove on his back more or spreading the dye more than it is. izumes cursed as she ripped the gloves off her hands. as she began to just use her hands. which went well until she had to do the very top of his head, which she had been putting off.
izume stood on her tippy toes as she tried to see the top of the man's head. if her legs didn't already hurt from work, they stung now. even sitting down, the girl couldn't see over his head. attempting to get a new angle of the man's hair that was doused in red dye. she noticed the man's ear. he has two black rings that cuffed around the top of his ears with another 2 black rings where his first and second piercings would be.
"okay, when were you going to tell me you had your ears pierced?" the man who had been singing along with the music coming from the speakers looked up.
"my sister did 'em." he smiled thinking of her. "she wanted practice before she did them on herself. hers got infected and mine didn't." his lips widened, laughing hysterically, showing more of her shark teeth.
"she's lucky you said yes; if i ask my brother, he'd just laugh at me.". izume smiled as she tried to jump to see the top of his head.
"okay, stop." kirishima almost growled. he stood up from his chair, turning it around and against his bathroom counter. he smiled at the girl lightly as he moved to grab the girl's waist and picked her up, sitting her down between his two sinks. before he sat himself back down into his chair, his hands grabbing her knees, pulling her forward and propping her legs on his shoulders.
"better?" he asked, dipping his head backwards and grabbing the girl's thighs as he looked up with a lazily full-toothed smile. izume had learned the man becomes more bold and flirty than he already was when he was high. his lazy smile drifted as he just looked at the girl above him. izume nodded, her cheeks heating up.
a slime ripped across kirishima's lips as he placed his head back to normal. izume sat flustered as she finished his hair up, his hands subconsciously rubbing up and down her legs, his fingers drawing patterns. he stared forward with seemingly no thoughts for the past few minutes before he spoke, "i'm hungry."
"well, that's good, 'cause i'm done, and it's gotta sit for thirty minutes." izume unwrapped her legs from the man's broad shoulders, from the seams of his, and he didn't like the lack of contact he had with the girl. as she walked around his bathroom throwing away the red box dye.
his arm catching her waist as she walked past him. izume looked back at the man's hooded eyes. them studying her. "want to see what snacks you got?" she asked him with a grin.
kirishima stood up, immediately remembering he was hungry. the blonde being pulled along with him wouldn't lose her warmth.
"looks like all you got is stuff to make a sandwich." izume grabbed the loaf of bread after her eyes had looked through his pantry. she looked across at the man who sat dazed, staring forward at her, the glass of water she gave him long gone. "is that alright?" she didn't see anything other than the sandwich option or pasta, and thinking that he'll probably need the pasta for later, she chose the sandwich. . the man aimlessly nodded his head lightly, looking around the room as if he didn't live there.
izume grabbed out the man's peanut butter and jelly on their sides of the bread, spreading them out before smooshing the pieces together. izume put the sandwich on a clean paper towel, going to push the sandwich across to the man. the man that had disappeared. izume quickly found him as she felt his arm loop around her waist. his thumb slipping under the girl's shirt as his palm sat over the small strip of skin that wasn't covered by any clothing.
"you're cold." he frowned before walking out of the room. "hey, come back. i just finished your sandwich."
after watching the man eat his sandwich and a quick outfit change, izume now wore one of kirishima's wine-red hoodies over her body. after he insisted that she wear it, him saying her hands were cold so she needed one.
izume sat back on the counter as she pushed her fingers through kirishima's freshly washed hair in an attempt to find the man's part. her huffing when she couldn't find it. kirishima stood up to his feet, pushing his chair back further away from him as he filled the in-between the blondes dangling legs.
izume's breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. he towered over her, and she was trapped as he stood in front of her. him had the grin he sported when he looked at her. izume studied his face, her hand touching the scar on his cheek.
"what's this from?" she asked in an attempt to get her nerves under control.
"that's from the war; i couldn't hold my quirk for long as a kid." he whispered. the man, other than the obvious reddened tint to his eye, had a seemingly dirtfing from the high part of his high.
"how about that one?" she smiled, pointing to the one going through his eyelid. "when i got my quirk for the first time," he hummed.
"but this is from a razor quirk." smirk painting on his lips as his hand shifted from rubbing circles into her back to grabbing her hand, he guided her hand against the scar on his lower stomach. izume's eyes widening as she was watching him. his hand cupping hers to glided across the scar that's danced from above his v-line to below, he let go of her hand right before the scar disappeared down under his black pj pants.
kirishima stood smirking proudly as the blonde girl sat flustered. the eyes widening as she seemingly didn't know what to do with herself. "how about this one?" she asked, her voice almost gone, her thumb pressing into the scar that started on the middle corner bone and upward over his neck before she rested her hand behind his neck.
"that's from me when i was a dumb fourteen year old." he explained. izumes tilted her head to the side lightly, her eyes slightly squinting. "my quirk activated before anything too awful happened."
she lightly widened her eyes as she looked up at him. his lazy smile never left his lips. izume didn't know what to say, so instead the girl lightly leaned forward, pressing her lips to the scar, she heard how his breath shallowed, izume felt his hand squeeze her side in his fingers, as was pressing a small line of kisses to the scar before she leaned back up.
the shirtless man looked down at the girl, something different in his red eyes. his right hand came out from underneath the girl's shirt from kneading her side. he hand shifting to the girl's cheek. her eyes slightly widening as she watched his gaze shift from her eyes to her lips. "you're so fucken beautiful."
"how are you so perfect." he muttered. izumes lips parted in an attempt to say something back. but the man moved quickly bending his head down, connecting his lips with the blondes. her eyes widened; she felt his lips push against hers.
izumes slowly closed her eyes, feeling his lips mush against her own. kirishima's hand on her lower back pushed her back so her body would be slightly hanging off the counter. him groaning into her lips as his hand pushed her head back lightly. his free hand holding her neck and under her jaw. pushing her head up for a new angle.
izumes fluttered her eyes lightly, seeing the kirishimas already looking at her with their half-hooded and bloodshot gaze. izumes widened once she realized what she was doing. pushing her hands against him. pulling her lips from his, her grabbing her mouth lightly. tears began to flood her eyes as she looked at the intoxicated man looking back at her.
"what's wrong?" kirishima asked his eyes where they were still lazily hooded even when he thought they were wide open.
"eijirou, you- are high! you don't have the right mindset." izume rambled, her legs sliding off the edge of the counter. her hands holding her hair lightly as she walked out of the bathroom. "i can't believe i did that."
"you didn't do anything. i kissed you." he followed her out of the ballroom. him watching the girl as she slipped on her sneakers. "it shouldn't have let you let that happen at all." the girl wiped a tear that fell down her cheek.
"it was my choice," he shot back. "come on, izume, please don't leave."
"eijirou, you can't know what you want right now. and i took advantage of that." the girl cried. "i have to go. i'm sorry."
izume walked quickly down the hallway, tears pooling down from her eyes. she's gotten all she's ever wanted, but she got it in all the wrong ways.
