𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑂 𝐴𝐶𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐼𝐴 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆 (DISCONTINUED)

[3] Eijiro Kirishima

"Arrggghhh!" I shout as I attack Kirishima with a round-house kick. He doesn't harden up in time and I send him flying across the platform. "Hah! Finally!" I shout. He huffs at the edge of the arena. "Damn it," I just barely hear him say. I speed toward him, making sure I don't over-use my quirk. I deliver the final blow-a twisting mid-air kick-and he hardens before I hit him, but it isn't enough to keep him in bounds. He stumbles back past the white line. "L/N wins," Mr. Aizawa says half-heartedly.

I land on the foot that I didn't kick Kirishima with and gently attempt to rest my other foot on the ground, almost immediately faltering. I fall back on my ass and clench the stinging pain surrounding my right ankle. Kirishima is only a little beaten up and rushes to my aid. "Hey, you okay?" he asks me with concern latticed into his features. "I think I broke it," I say. He looks at me with worry.

Next thing I know is he's picking me up bridal-style and carrying me. "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask slightly confused. "Taking care of you," he answers. "B-but," I attempt. "Don't worry," he looks down and gives me his sharp-toothed grin. I blush and slightly lean into his chest, sighing.

There's no doubt that I've been attracted to Kirishima for some time but I never thought that I would end up sparing against him today. A speed quirk versus a hardening quirk, the results are a fifty-fifty percent chance and I just happened to have luck on my side today. Kirishima walks up to Mr. Aizawa and lets him know what's going on. "I'm taking L/N to Recovery Girl. She thinks she broke her ankle on that final blow," Kirishima informs. "Alright, we'll talk about your results in detail later," he tells us.

"Okay," we say in synch. I dare look at my female classmates and they're all giving me thumbs-up and stupid grins. I blush more profusely at their 'you lucky girl' looks. Kirishima and I leave the gym, him still holding tightly onto me. I suddenly become very aware of all of the places that our bodies connect. One of his hands is holding onto my thighs, the other dangerously close to my breasts. I have an arm around is neck and the other is pressed against his bare chest for support. I remove that hand and lay it on my stomach, hoping he doesn't notice.

We reach Recovery Girl's office but she isn't in right now. I try to gently pry myself out of Kirishima's grasp but he doesn't let go of me. "H-hey," I say but he stares down at me with an are-you-serious? look. "You need immediate care L/N. FatGum taught me a few things, so let me take care of you. At least until Recovery Girl comes back," he states rather than asking my permission.

"Fine," I mumble with a blush painting my cheeks and the tips of my ears. He sets me on the bed gently and I maneuver so that we're facing each other. He goes to the few cabinets lined against the wall. I sit silently, looking at my now swollen ankle. Kirishima comes back to me with what looks like ointment, a bandage, and ice.

"Sit against the wall please," he asks gently. His soft tone of voice surprises and it takes him pushing my shoulder lightly for me to obey. When I'm comfortably against the wall he takes my sore foot in his hands. He's gentle when he takes my sneaker off. And his cool hands feel good against my burning skin. "Tell me when it hurts," he orders. I nod and he proceeds to rotate my ankle slightly.

"Gaaahh!" I shout when he turns it inwards. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, brows furrowed. I nod and bite my lip hard, begging the tears to stay in. "I'll just get it wrapped up, it seems really bad," he says softly. I nod my head, in complete agreeance with the idea.

He lathers the ointment over my ankle and partially up my leg and onto my foot. "You should think about getting braces or reinforcements in your suit like Midoriya," he suggests trying to make small talk. "Y-yeah, I'll have it done right after Recovery Girl fixes me up," I reply. He nods silently, proceeding to wrap my leg in the bandage.

He's been gentle this whole time, and am I'm very thankful for it. It also raises my imagination, making me wonder if he would be like this all the time; if we were a couple that is. I'm off in dream land, not paying attention to Kirishima. "Done," he announces and I flinch in surprise. He chuckles lightly and I blush a million shades of red.

He moves my foot off of his lap and props it on one ice pack while he places another over my ankle. We sit in the silence for a bit, not knowing what exactly to do or say. "I guess I should get back to class," he says about to get up. It's only when he reaches the door that I call out. "Please stay!" I beg, leaning forward. He turns towards me, eyebrows quirked upwards. "Alright," he says bringing up a chair to sit beside the bed I'm on.

Only then do I realize that he's a little banged up too, and it's my fault. "Can you grab a rag and soak it with warm water please?" I ask him, not letting onto the purpose of his actions. "Um, alright," he says reluctantly. He brings back the warm, damp towel, placing it in my hands. He sits back down as I spread it on the surface of my palm.

"Could you look at me please?" I ask, not flustered but with a motherly and caring sort of tone. He turns his face towards mine, eyebrows pointing in opposite directions. I lean in closer, bringing the warm cloth to a scrape on his left cheek. He closes his eyes but leans into the touch. I pat it lightly, making sure that it's clean and won't bleed.

I get to another spot on his forehead, this one has dried blood encrusted. I gently wipe it away, making sure not to be too rough. Then I move to a cut on his jaw, this wound is still bleeding. "I need a bandaid for this-" I stop mid-sentence and notice how close our faces are. If I leaned forward slightly, we could kiss.

"S-sorry," I stutter pulling away but Kirishima stops me with his hands on either side of my face. "Don't be," he whispers and pulls me in for a breath-taking kiss. I lean in, kissing him back. We pull away, feeling all bubbly and light as air. "If this is how being taken care of by you will be, then I want you to be the only one to take care of me," Kirishima admits, using his very own cheesy line. I giggle lightly, "Okay then."