"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Kirideku {fluff/mild smut}

Prompt:

Kirishima notices the little things.

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"I'm really glad you're my friend, Kirishima!"

Eijirou felt the butterflies flutter wildly in his chest at those words, a blush forming on his face as he looked at a grinning Izuku.

It was genuine- Eijirou notices. Izuku always is when he praises him.

From the crinkle at the edge of his eyes to how his grin widens with all his blindingly white teeth showing. And how there was a faint, pink blush dusting his cheeks whenever he does. "You're really manly!," Izuku presses on, always sure to follow up one praise after the other. He holds up a fist- striking an uppercut pose with his left hand on his bicep.

Kirishima's Sharp teeth show, blushing quickly at the praise. "Thank you, Midoriya!" he would always enthusiastically return every time Izuku compliments him.

And he would smile wider, because of how Izuku's eyes shine brightly with delight, how he slightly flusters in his movement as if embarrassed by his actions. Kirishima liked it when the blush on his cheeks darken- green eyes darting away as a small smile paints on his face.

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Kirishima is scared for Midoriya, being the only one seeing how Izuku falters after his encounter with the leader of the League Of Villains.

How he would pause in the middle of eating, eyes growing cold and distant as if having flashbacks. Kirishima felt his stomach lurch at the expression.

God, God- the look didn't belong on Midoriya's face.

And he hated it more when his friends don't seem to realize how jittery he was.

How he jumped at the mildest sound and a casual brush against his arm- how he tended to tense up when Bakugou walks past him, body freezing as if he was in lockdown. How he tried to hold back his tears every time he was hurt. It was easy to spot- his brows crease while his nose crumples up, pinpricks of tears threatening to fall down and he becomes "grossly" snot nosed.

But Kirishima thinks it isn't gross. He thinks how strong Midoriya is, how even though he was scared, he always fought for what he believed in.

———

Kirishima is still concerned, though.

When he visits his classmate who was better acquainted with the hospital bed than anyone else- thick bandages were always present along with a broken bone or two.

He worries how Izuku didn't seem to care about himself, his self-sacrificing streak running a mile long.

He worries about how Izuku doesn't pay mind to Aizawa Sensei's lectures on how he shouldn't sacrifice himself the first chance he gets to save someone, worrying with a passion about the self-depreciating smile that hung on his face after Aizawa Sensei leaves the room.

The dull "I'm okay, don't worry" words roll off his mouth too easily, along with the seemingly bright grin masking a whirlwind of emotions behind it.

Worse thing is, no one suspects a thing.

Kirishima sees how his hands ball into fists- gripping the hospital sheets so tightly that he was almost afraid of him tearing it apart without using his quirk. Everyone is too used to seeing him injured, the questioning "Are you okay's" turned into "I'm glad you're fine, Midoriya." It was the class' mentality- as long as he's alive (even with his whole body broken) he's probably fine.