:Human: Kirishima x reader (Complete)

3. different

It's not easy being this way. I do want to be normal, but I can't. No matter how hard I try- I will never be like anyone else.. and I hate it.
"(Y/n)!" I look up and Present Mic is looking at me in suprise. "Stop!"
At first I have no idea what he's talking about, but then I notice a red mist around my feet, snaking up my legs and pooling around my fists. I shake my hands and the mist disappears. "...I didn't realize I was doing that.."
Hizoshi looks at me for a moment, ".. are you okay?"
I contort my face into a small smile. ".. don't worry, I'm fine."
He beams down at me, "that's the way to do it! I'm so proud of you (y/n)!"
I roll my eyes, "can we just go home? I'm not feeling well.."
Hizoshi looks at me and nods once, "..yeah. okay."

//Timeskip//

The moon hangs in the sky surrounded by stars. Though it's nearly 1 in the morning, I can still hear the sound of the city from nearly a mile away.
I silently climb out my window and walk down the street. Three blocks away, there is a small park. Not many people visit it anymore, so I have pretty much claimed it as mine. As I make my way towards the treehouse behind the slide, I notice that there is a light on inside.
Before I realized it, my body was already moving to the ladder. I make my way up to the treehouse and poke my head around the corner with wide eyes.
"Yamada?"
I realize who it is, and he turns up the brightness of the lantern. "Kirishima?"
He sits up and welcomes me in, "...uh.. what are you doing here?"
I shrug my shoulders and sit down, "I wanted to take a walk, because I usually come here to think, but I noticed a light and my curiosity got the best of me." I pull my knees up to my chest, "so. What are you doing here?"
His expression darkens slightly, "I.. um.."
"If you don't want to discuss it with me, that's perfectly fine. Just know that you can tell me when you're ready."
Kirishima sighs in relief, ".. thanks." He visibly shivers, and I hand him my large black hoodie. This hoodie is merchandise from one of my favorite heroes, "Crimson Riot". Across the front, the pro-heroes name is printed out in red. "Here. It's cold out."
His eyes widen as he realizes what the hoodie says. "Whoa! No way! Is this the vintage Crimson Riot sweater?!"
I nod my head, "That would be correct. Call me outdated, but he is one of my favorite heroes."
He jumps to his feet, "same!!"
Though he never stated why he was out there, I decided to help him out. I help pack up his stuff and we walk back to my house.
I set him up in the guest room for the night and walk down the hallway. "Dad-Yamada?" I whisper, tapping lightly on the door with one knuckle.
I can hear him fall out of bed and he scrambles to the door, his hair is an utter disaster, and he is in a pair of All Might themed boxers. If I had a sense of humor, I most likely would've been on the ground laughing. "(Y/n)?! Are you okay, my sweet girl?! Did you have a nightmare?! I'll go get you some tea-!"
"Dad!" I interrupt him. "An acquaintence of mine is going through some stuff, so I have him set up in the guest room. I'll make some tea, you are welcome to join us and I apologise for waking you."
He rubs the back of his neck with a large hand, "...okay.. if he is going to be staying here for now, I have to meet him."
He closes his door to put on more appropriate clothes and I walk down the hall to Kirishima's room. The door is open, but I still knock to alert him of my presence. "Hm?" The red head glances up and smiles at me, "oh hey, Yamada! What's up?"
I bow my head slightly, and I can feel my ears heat up slightly as I realize he's still in my hoodie. "Would you like some tea? Present Mic would like to officially meet you."
He jumps up again, "okay!" I begin to lead him downstairs, and he stops me right before we go around the corner. ".. I just wanted to thank you.. I promise I will tell you soon.."
I rest my hand on his shoulder and manage my small smile, somehow I knew part of me meant it. "Kirishima-chan, it's okay to have secrets. That's what gives us all just a little depth, and something meant just for us, and us alone." I close my eyes and breathe out a sigh, "you can tell me when you're ready, or not at all. Either way is fine."
Kirishima smiles at me, ".. I appreciate that. Thanks Yamada, you're the best!"
I say nothing and lead him around the corner. Hizashi is sitting on the couch, and he waves at us. "Oh! You're the boy I met yesterday evening! How are you kid?"
Kirishima laughs light-heartedly, "haha, I'm fine! Just got locked out of my house and my parents are away on a business trip!" I can tell he's lying, but I choose to remain silent.
Hizashi nods his head once, "ah, I understand. Listen. My daughter isn't one for social interactions of any kind, but somehow you managed to get her to open up and talk to you." He rests his elbows on his knees, and slouches with a sigh. "I'm taking (y/n) school shopping tomorrow, would you like to join us?"
Kirishima smiles, "that would be great!"

:: Kirishima's POV ::

I wake up and look around the room for a moment. For a second there, I forgot where I was!
The pale blue comforter cascades around my body and I sit up and stretch. Suddenly I realize that I'm still wearing (y/n)'s hoodie.
My face heats up and I smile to myself. 'she really is something else..'
A light knock sounds from the other side of the door, "Kirishima? Are you awake yet?"
I stand and pop my back as I walk over to the door and open it. (Y/n) is standing there in a pair of black pajama shorts that come up to her mid thighs, and a large 'Eraserhead' tee-shirt. Her short (h/c) is messy, and her green eyes seem to nearly glow in the sunlight. "Yeah I'm up. Good morning, (y/n)!"
"Care if I come in?" Her voice always seems monotone, but it is softer than usual.
I smile widely showing my sharp teeth, "sure!"
I open the door wider for her to enter and she begins to straighten up my bed. "Its a habit." She explains. Then, she sits on the foot of my bed and I realize what made me so wary of her. She never makes any sound, not when walking or moving, or anything. Only her voice is ever heard.
I brush away my thoughts, "so, what's up?"
"Do you have any clean clothes for today?"
I shrug my shoulders, "not on me."
She nods once and leaves the room, gesturing me to follow. "Dad-Yamada, we're going for a walk." (Y/n) doesn't wait for an answer and leads me outside.
I am curious about what she has in mind.
"Lead me to your house."
She clearly has something planned, so I do as she says and walk down the street.
A small house stands where it has since before I was born. It's brown wood is showing through the red paint on most places. Thick ivy has found it's way up by my bedroom window. I open the small metal gate and walk her up to the front door. ".. here it is."
She mumbles something to herself and suddenly the door opens. Walking inside she looks around the room. A thin layer of dust has covered nearly everything. (Y/n)'s face remains neutral but she mumbles again to herself. "Go up to your bedroom and grab some clothes. I'll wait for you down here."
I am wary, but I do as she says without questioning. My room has always been a bit messy, now is no different. I pack a duffle full of my clothes, and I cast a sad look at a framed photo before walking back downstairs.
(Y/n) looks up at me, "are you ready?"
I nod and leave the building with (y/n) following not far behind. She closed the door and grabs the bag from out of my hands.
"Kirishima."
I look up and turn around to face her. She knows, doesn't she? Somehow i think she knows my biggest secret..
"Take better care of your house. It was really dusty."
I sweat drop. Did she just.. make a joke? "Haha, okay!"

:: (y/n)'s POV ::

Before I know it, we're back at my house. I walk upstairs and set his duffle bag on his bed, before heading back down to the kitchen.
Kirishima is on the couch talking to Hizoshi about everything and anything he can.
I roll my eyes slightly and start to make eggs and bacon for us.
We all finish eating and get dressed to go into the big city.
Kirishima is still wearing my hoodie, but he has a pair of red basketball shorts on now, along with a pair of black sneakers.
I walk upstairs and brush out my hair, and get dressed for the day.

Somehow I feel decent about myself today.
I leave the room and Hizoshi, Kirishima, and I leave the house. And we head into the big city once again.