BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Jock! Kirishima x Nerd! Reader

The sun was warm and the laughter was loud as Kirishima walked down the street with some of his teammates after a long afternoon of practice. Sometimes the physical exhaustion made them tired, and other times the thrill of running and diving and dodging spiked their adrenaline.

No matter what, though, they were always starving afterwards.

"Oh man, I'm gonna order that big pizza with all the meat on it...what's it called, again?" Kirishima asked as his mouth watered at the thought.

"Meatapalooza?" one of his teammates answered.

"Yeah! I'm so hungry I could eat the whole thing."

When they all walked into the familiar pizza parlor everyone took in the smell of cheese, seasoned crust, different meats, and roasted vegetables. Everyone ordered - some sharing a pizza while Kirishima kept his word and ordered his own with the self-inflicted challenge of eating it all himself - before sitting down and waiting for their order.

They were loud and energetic, excited about the big game on Saturday. "What tactic are we gonna use this time?" one of them asked Kirishima. He was the team captain, after all, and knew all the plays by heart. Maybe he wasn't the best student, but at least he was good at sports.

"OK, so I think we should-"

"Leave us alone!" a voice from the other side of the parlor called out, interrupting him. Kirishima looked up to see a girl, probably about his age, standing in front of a table of nervous-looking kids. In front of her stood a group of three larger guys, their posture threatening. Kirishima immediately got a bad vibe.

You stood in front of your friends who just wanted to study and eat pizza in peace when these guys from your school showed up and demanded you all do their homework for them. "Do you own work, you lazy bums."

"Ooh this one's got a mouth," one of the bullies scoffed while taking a step closer to you and your group. He looked greasy enough to say his mom still bought his underwear and deodorant was completely foreign. Gross.

"If you don't do what we say, it'll be pretty rough for you," another one threatened as he loomed over you. He tried to use his height as a deterrent, but this wasn't the first time you'd been pushed around, and it certainly wasn't going to be the first time you backed down, either.

"W-we should just do it," one of your friends whispered behind your back. "My locker's already bent from the last time I got shoved in it..."

Standing up to bullies put your less confident friends at risk, but maybe holding your ground this once would be enough. You couldn't intimidate them, and the worst they could do was beat you up. It wouldn't be the first time.

Rather than answer them with words, you answered them with pizza as you reached back hind you on the table, grabbed a slice, and flung it forward into the face of the tallest bully. "Now who's the pizza-face, huh?" referring to a mean comment one of them said earlier.

Two of the boys looked at the third as he peeled the pizza slice off his face, stray sausage and grease sticking to his skin to reveal his face red with oily anger. "Why you-!"

Just then a hand came up from behind to clamp him on the shoulder. "Hey, bro! I don't think what you're doing is super manly. I suggest you cut it out."

You looked up to the a boy about your age with bright red spiky hair and eyes to match. His grin, full of sharp teeth, was polite yet showed unwavering determination. Behind him stood a large group who seemed just as steadfast. Honestly he was...kinda cute.

"Huh? And what are you gonna do about it? Don't you know who we are?!" the bully asked angrily. Kirishima just laughed. He had a nice laugh.

"Oh yeah, you're...pizza-face, right? Very famous!" The red-haired boy winked at you, which made it obvious he what you slapped him with. You swore you felt your face heat up but tried desperately to hide it. "Like I said...maybe you and your friends should head on out, pizza-face. Bothering people who obviously don't wanna be messed with isn't cool."

The bullies looked between each other, debating on whether or not they could take on a group more than three times their size...and ultimately decided it wasn't worth it. They grumbled before walking out of the pizza parlor, down the street, and out of sight.

The boy with the red hair then turned to you with that bright smile of his. "You all OK? Looked like you could handle things, but I just wanted to make sure they got the message. I'm Kirishima, by the way!"

"Um, yeah...we're fine. Not the first time they've picked on us, honestly." Despite having the appearance of a jock, he seemed genuinely nice.

Kirishima ended up sitting with you and your group for a while, chatting you up and asking questions about your school and interested. For some reason he sat next to you, and again you tried very hard not to freak out.

After a while his friends called out to him that they were leaving. "Ah, yeah I should probably go. I hope those jerks don't give you any more trouble. See ya later!" he said before bouncing out of his seat and running to catch up with his own group.

Almost immediately your friends looked at you with sly and knowing grins. You officially had a crush. RIP your concentration on studying.