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(Y/n) couldn't keep the smile off her face as she stood at the counter the next day. The usual morning customers came in, the mother's oddly eyeing the girl as she continued to cast her gaze to the window every chance she got. "Say, what's with the boy recently?" (Y/n) nearly tripped over her own feet, sputtering an apology as she placed the fresh bread down. She kept her gaze on the counter. "O-Oh... nothing! Nothing!" She offered a weak smile. Her eyes trailed along the countertop, eventually falling to the window. The woman in front of her laughed. "Whatever you say, dearie." She smiled innocently, but there was a knowing glint in her old eyes. She placed a few silver pieces on the bench, taking the bread and shuffling out of the store.
(Y/n) waved another customer out, taking a moment to breathe as no one was ready to order. She slumped against the wall, gaze again turning to the window. It was hard to miss the fiery red. She felt her heart flutter, her smile only growing as he got closer to the store. He jumped up the stone steps, boots pounding on the wooden flooring. (Y/n) offered a small wave, not able to cease her beating heart. He began walking toward her, ducking around the store patrons, nervous gaze flittering around the room before settling on her. He was a few steps away, before a small child peaked his head over the counter, dropping a few small coins onto it. (Y/n) sighed, throwing an apologetic look at Kirishima. She smiled down at the boy, cheerily asking his order. Kirishima made his way to the back of the room, taking to leaning on the wall as he waited patiently for his chance. He watched her as she served, smiling and chatting with her customers. Just being in the same room as her was enough to brighten his day.
Finally, after nearly half an hour of shared glances, they were finally alone, the store free of customers. He smiled, teeth showing as he headed for the counter. "Ahh finally! I've been waiting to hear the end of your story all day!" She chirped, leaning against the counter as Kirishima trotted over, averting his gaze and cheeks rosy as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Before that... I- uh- have... something for you." He fiddled with something clutched in his fingers, before holding it out to her. Laying in his palm was a ring. It was a light, creamy colour, with an almost grainy texture. She hesitantly took it, turning it over in her fingers. There was an engraving, a dragon, it's head wrapping around the ring to its tail. But what really drew her attention was the glittering Ruby in place of the dragons eye. She sighed in awe, fingers delicately tracing the jewel. "It's absolutely beautiful..." she murmured. Kirishima nervously smiled, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
"Ye-Yeah. Every dragon-born is gifted a ring like that, it signifies our origins. It's made out of the bones of our ancestors, and their spirit is said to protect the wearer." He finished. The girls eyes widened and she quickly stuck her hand out, offering back the ring. "I-I could never take something so precious!" Kirishima stuck his hands up, smirking at her. "To bad I won't take it back!" He chuckled. (Y/n) huffed, eyes pleading with him. "Wha- Kirishima! I couldn't possibly keep something so valuable, I haven't even done anything to deserve it!" She whined. The red head sighed, approaching her and gently taking her outstretched hand into his. It felt as if her hands fit perfectly into his, the warmth radiating off them enticing him closer. He placed the ring in her palm and closed her fingers around it. "It's a gift, from me to you." (Y/n) gazed up into his eyes. They were filled with nothing but warmth. She nodded. "Thank you, Kirishima." She swore her heart was beating out of her chest, she just hoped he couldn't hear it. She uncurled her fingers, gazing at the ring once more before gingerly sliding it onto her finger. It was a perfect fit. (Y/n)s eyes gleamed as she admired the ring, smiling giddily as she watched the gem glimmer in the sunlight.
The two found themselves in their usual places, seated on the floor behind the counter. (Y/n) couldn't help but let her gaze skip back to the ring every so often. It felt so surreal to wear it, she didn't feel like it belonged to her. She unconsciously rubbed her thumb over the small gem, smiling to herself as she did so. She noticed almost immediately, but Kirishima's eyes matched the colour of the gem perfectly. Every time she caught his gaze, he'd smile at her, sharp teeth showing. And every time (y/n) would feel the softest of heat flutter over her cheeks.
"Hey, Kirishima..." (Y/n) trailed off, eyes darting toward his side. He nodded his head, signalling her to continue. "Could you show me your swords!" She chimed. Kirishima looked a bit taken aback for a moment before he grinned widely and agreed. "Sure," he pat the wooden flooring beside him. "Come here, it'll be easier to show you!" Kirishima knew it would've been just as easy to show her in their current position.
(Y/n) quickly shuffled over, nearly bouncing in place. Kirishima laughed to himself, earning a playful glare from the girl beside him. "Alright, be careful." He placed his hand onto the hilt of one of the swords, his grip tightening as if second nature. In one swift motion, he pulled it from its sheath. (Y/n) breathed a sigh in awe, eyes trained on the blade.
It was a bright, reflective silver with markings and runes running down the blade. It was clear the sword had been taken care of well. "It's so pretty!" She mused. Kirishima used his free hand to rub the back of his neck, gazing off in thought. "I don't think many people use the word 'pretty' to describe a sword (Y/n)." "Well, I do." She stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed before gently taking her wrist in his hand. "Here, hold it." He offered the hilt of the sword to her. She let out a sputter, but none the less wrapped her fingers around the hilt.
She nearly dropped it, surprised by its weight. She gently placed the flat of the blade onto her other hand, examining it closer. "This is the most exciting thing I've ever done!" She paused, throwing a glance at the redhead. "Besides getting protected by a manly dragon of course." She giggled as the boys face flared pink. He quickly turned his face away, mumbling something she couldn't hear. The two eventually returned to their usual chatter, which was mostly Kirishima telling grand stories of his adventures. Neither paid any attention to the painted sky out the window. Not even when the inky black poured over it, drowning out the colours and leaving a blank canvas for the stars to find their place.
Kirishima was enthralled with his story, trying to recall every thrilling detail and exciting moment. His arm would brush against hers whenever he made a motion with his hand. He was used to seeing her reactions, but he much preferred being close to her. So when he felt a heavy weight drop onto his shoulder and realised (Y/n) had fallen asleep on him, he nearly freaked out. She always smelt like baked bread and that scent always seemed to put him at ease. He watched her chest rise and fall in an even pattern. He glanced toward the door. He wished to stay, for as long as he could. But he knew Bakugo would get mad at him. Though perhaps it was worth it. "You better not wake my daughter. She deserves that rest." Kirishima jumped a little, gaze jumping to the voice. (Y/n)s mother stood in the doorway, smiling gently down at him. Kirishima nodded his head, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You better take good care of her." Kirishima glanced back at her again. He opened his mouth to respond, but she simply slipped away. His ruby eyes trailed over (Y/n), and he cautiously slung his arm around her, resting his head atop hers. Just for now, he'd let himself have this comfort.
