BNHA Scenes

Kirishima and Shoji: Heart to Heart

Kirishima was doing nothing in particular really. He lay on his bed, thoughts vagrant, his mind reeling with recent events.

I should have done something.

He stayed put though, like Iida asked him to. He did what was right.

What kind of hero-in-training just sits around on his ass while other's are out saving?

One who knew that the more who were out there fighting, the worse the situation could get. He sighed, then sat up, glancing around his room. After a few moments of silence, he made up his mind to go downstairs and get a proper bite to eat.

Three synchronized knocks sounded, three times. He turned towards his door, somewhat bewildered. He stood and crossed the short distance, pulling the door open, only to be met with a wall. He glanced upwards.

"Shoji." He said. "What's up, man?" He asked.

Shoji brought his six hands together, clasping them, his twelve thumbs fiddling nervously. He glanced around the room, and then over his shoulder, out into the hall.

"Do... do you have a minute or two?" He asked, looking down at the red-haired boy.

"Sure. Come in," Kirishima said, moving aside. Shoji slid past him, and Kirishima shut the door. He padded back across to his bed, sitting on it. Shoji plopped himself onto the floor just in front of him. Kirishima glanced down at the boy, wondering what could have brought him here, of all places.

"I like someone," Shoji blurted out.

Kirishima felt his brows rise in surprise, but he soon grinned, feeling a certain sort of elation in watching Shoji's cheeks flush an ever-so-light shade of red.

"Man, it really is the season, huh? First Shinso and Monoma, then Kendo and Momo... We already know that Mirio and Tamaki are together, and I'm pretty sure Present Mic likes Mr. Aizawa." Kirishima laughed. "So, who's the lucky girl? Wait no, let me guess...." Kirishima began to think.

Shoji didn't quite seem to know what to do with himself, and busied himself with picking at a stray thread on the seam of his pants. Kirishima observed him. He didn't seem particularly interested that Kirishima was going to try and guess.

Usually in situations like this, the person being questioned would be paying attention, right? Unless he was sure that Kirishima would be... wrong. An idea struck him, and a sort of nervous energy filled him. No matter, he had to ask. He only hoped he was right, or this could be awkward.

"Shoji," He prompted gently. "It's... not a girl, is it?"

Shoji's fingers froze where they danced against slightly worn fabric. Kirishima awaited his answer with baited breath, and the slightest glimmer of worry in his eyes. Then, Shoji looked up at him.

"I..." He started, then his brow furrowed. He seemed to be... searching perhaps, for the right words. Eventually he just shook his head, and let himself fall back onto Kirishima's floor with an awkward thud. He stared up at the ceiling blankly.

"I'm gay."

Kirishima processed for a few seconds, then let out a peel of laughter, causing Shoji to lift his head and glance at him in confusion.

"Oh thank god, I'm not the only one," Kirishima continued to laugh. "But now I know who it is," He stated off-handedly.

Shoji sat up quickly, his eyes wide. All six arms flailed in a panic.

"What? How? I haven't told anyone-" Shoji started, his tone defensive.

"You didn't need to tell me," Kirishima said. "Now that I know you're gay, I narrowed it down to one person. You've got your hands full with this one," He muttered.

"I know," Shoji groaned, letting himself fall back again. "I don't even know why I bothered. What with who he is and how bright of a future he's got ahead of him... you'd think I wouldn't even try."

"Hey, man, don't say that." Kirishima stood, and moved to Shoji's side, looking down at him. "You're more than manly yourself. You were an invaluable asset during the training camp incident, and you have promise. Aizawa said it himself. So don't think for one second that you won't be as great a hero as him, or that you aren't worthy of him. He'd be lucky to have you."

Shoji flushed again, murmuring: "Thank you, Kirishima. Really."

"Mmhmm," Kirishima just nodded.

They lapsed into silence once more. Suddenly, Shoji sat up, eyes wide.

"He called me for dinner like ten minutes ago!" He felt anxious butterflies start up in his stomach. His top left hand opened the door, and his bottom right wrapped around Kirishima's wrist, tugging the boy out into the hall. Kirishima made sure to shut his door.

They sprinted to the stair well, racing each other down, and shoving the other into the walls or the railing. Their nervous energy transformed gleeful whooping laughter that rung out loudly, and all in the kitchen turned to them as Kirishima stumbled out first- hair wild, face flushed and out of breath.

"Wait, watch ou-" Uraraka began to yelp, when Shoji came stumbling out, colliding with another warm body. Both tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs.

Kirishima watched with wide eyes, as all six of Shoji's hands slammed to the floor, catching the larger boy before he crushed the one beneath him. Shoji had caught himself successfully, his nose only a centimeter away from the other's.

Kirishima had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing, and Shoji just couldn't recall the last time he'd wanted to die so badly. What rotten joke was the universe playing on him now? What cliche had it set into motion? Why him?

Despite his internal turmoil, he wasn't anywhere near close to taking his eyes off of the ones staring back at him. The same eyes he'd dreamed about getting lost in. He breathed shallowly, the situation finally hitting him. He felt the familiar hot flush crawling up his neck and creeping onto his cheeks.

"S-sorry," He murmured.

"I- It's okay," Todoroki responded softly.