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the manliest man | kirishima

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pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 3,805

a/n: I had like a sudden kirishima fluff mood, and this was transpired. it was so weird because I typically dont get character moods for anyone who isn't shouto, anyways enjoy my rewritten story because i did not save it HA

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"Take your sweater, dumbass, you'll get cold at night!"

The second those words left Bakugou's lips, you knew that he was right, but you were never one to follow directions. Especially Bakugou's instructions.

Today had been disgustingly hot.

You were wearing your shortest pair of shorts and a tank top that was practically see-through due to your sweat and the ocean water. After all, there was nothing like spending the hottest day at the beach with your closest friends.

But like most hot summer days, once the sun began to set upon the horizon, the crystal blue waters fading from their crisp blue to emeralds and purples, and the sky becoming a rainbow of warm deep colors, did it begin to cool off. It was a gentle chill at first, a small tickle on your skin that you had believed to be just the effect of no longer having the blazing sun beating down on your skin. But it grew stronger.

Soon after the night sky had turn black, the only source of light coming from the firepit before you, and its illuminations against Kirishima's brightly smiling face did you notice that your skin had turned numb with the cold. As a side effect of your quirk, your hands were always warm, but against your frozen skin, you yelped.

Kaminari, who had been in the midst of a winning argument against Bakugou solely because his ignorance was outpacing Bakugou's irritation, stopped and looked at you. Your face began to heat up when all of your friends turned to look at you too. Sero, who never seemed to grow cold, smirked at you with his dumb short-sleeved sweater. Bakugou, who was wearing too many layers despite the summer night, frowned at you. Mina's lips spread into a grin, her eyes shifting over quickly between you and... you couldn't tell, but she had a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Are you cold?"

Kirishima's voice was curious and concerned at your side. Daring to look over at the redhead who was sitting on the same log as you, your cheeks heat up more in your embarrassment. Kirishima had been another person who Bakugou had yelled at earlier to bring a jacket for the night time, as he often got cold too. Bakugou had cursed the two of you like some angry parent, swearing that if either one of you got cold that night, he wasn't going to share any of the jackets he brought for himself. Together, you and your friend stuck out your tongue at the angry Pomeranian and skipped off to the van in merry joy. However, unlike how you were currently out of a jacket, Kirishima had a two-second conversation with Mina before eventually returning to the van with a hoodie.

So instead of two cold idiots, there was only one.

"N-No," you stammer, your gaze dropping from his concerned red ones. "I just thought of something scary."

"Oh, yeah?" Bakugou sneers, obviously taking his frustration of not being able to beat Kaminari in this senseless argument to beat you in your denial. "What's so damn scary, dumbass?"

Your mouth screws up into a pout, you didn't like to lose to Bakugou Katsuki, and at times like this, it showed.

For the next twenty minutes, the two of you would fire insults and debate at each other, the potent words holding no weight as the two of you held small grins on your face. But it was all for naught, the moment after you managed to get in a closing insult, the roaring laughter of your friends heavy in your ears, did a shiver run down your spine.