devoted || ᵐᵃᶠᶦᵃᵎᵇⁿʰᵃ

KIRISHIMAᵉⁱʲⁱʳᵒ

▀▄▀▄▀▄ RUBY ENDING ▄▀▄▀▄▀
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

A knock on the door led to one thing, and then another quickly as my roommate and I argued on which one would be sacrificed to go open it. Loudly, I might add.

"NO YOU GET IT!"

"I GOT IT LAST TIME!"

"THERE WAS NO LAST TIME!"

"Aw shit he right..." I sighed, internally growling at my roommate who was in another room. I lazily stood up from the couch and dragged myself to the door, thinking that the guy collecting our protection fee was early today. Swinging it open, I almost choked on air.

"Hey Y/N!" Kirishima beamed a toothy grin, watching as I composed myself whilst using the door frame for support.

"Kirishima, I really wasn't expecting you." I frowned honestly, pushing myself from the doorway. "What can I do for you?" I ask, noticing that he had spruced up his already formal dressing with a beaming red tuxedo and white undershirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as white dress pants and red shoes.

"Well, I wanted to take you somewhere. Y'know, like a date of sorts!" He smiled, a faint red adorning his cheeks, as he took a hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of roses; specifically red and F/C. I stuttered as I signalled for him to come in, awkwardly shifting so he could stroll into my crappy apartment.

"Just... give me a second to get changed." I mumbled, walking to the bedroom. I stopped at the door and gave a smile. "Make yourself at home, I'll be quick!" And with that I shut the door.

↯

Standing outside the now closed door, the red head gave a small hum as he gripped the roses, peering around curiousl at the apartment. It was clear that this place was low cost and definetely low maintenance, but he didn't mind.

"Oh shit, you brought her flowers. You definetely gon' get some coochie." Turning around, he gave a crooked smile at the new male entering the room, shirtless and holding a full pot of coffee, taking a long sip.

"There's a lady present, bro, put on a shirt." The redhead scowled, motioning to the closed door. The purplette gave him a small smile as he swirled the coffee.

"That ain't no 'lady', pal. And besides, she doesn't care." He shrugged, flopping on the couch as he picked up a newspaper. Kirishima, however, was not impressed.

"Who are you?" He asked, completely serious.

"Who are you?" Kishi reciprocated, a sly smirk on his face.

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

"Fine, I'm Kirishima, Bakugou's right hand man." The red head introduced, watching the purplette snicker as he took another long sip.

"Working with a bomb, must be exciting. Well, then I'm Kishimoto, at your service." He smiled, but it wasn't at all genuine, more in a joking manner. Kirishima could only sigh, glancing around the homely and dismantled living room. But then his gaze wandered back to the sly purplette, and he paused.