bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ⛈

prompt: with a broken heart, he's left to help his senpai make moves on the love of his life.
category: angst
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 480

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"I-I NEED YOUR HELP!"

Kirishima tiredly rubbed his eyes as he sighed, sitting up in his bed as he reached to turn on his bedside lamp. "Amajiki-senpai, it's two in the morning," He yawned, shifting his weight to glance over at the clock. His breathing sounded flustered, the purple-haired boy on the other end spilling about today's events. "S-She kissed m-my ch-cheek!"

The redhead's sharp teeth pierced his bottom lip at Amajiki's words. "Oh? Isn't that a good thing?" He questioned, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He could only wish for the same sensation. Y/n was just a year above and Tamaki was another two years; the age was hardly a difference, but she always felt so out of his reach.

Tamaki nodded furiously on the line, "Yes, yes it is." Kirishima's brows furrowed, his heart pounding as he looked over at his clock again, his mind racing at the potential reasons as to why he was calling so late. "Amajiki-senpai, why are you calling so late?" He questioned innocently, hoping that his thoughts were wrong.

"She's staying o-over!"

Fuck. His heart dropped.

He continued on the conversation anyway. "Is she asleep?"

"Y-Yeah," Tamaki whispered. "I-I don't want to wake her up, but where do I go from here?"

It was almost laughable. The situation was torturous for Kirishima. First, he helped them get together despite his feelings for Y/n, and his senpai still had the courage to ask him for more help? Sometimes the redhead felt angry, but he could never bring himself to let it out on his friend or his friend's now girlfriend.

Kirishima smiled instead, sharply inhaling. "Just go with the flow from here, Amajiki-senpai. Everything will go well, I'm sure of it." He reassured, smiling as hard as he could despite the aching pain in his chest. Tamaki nodded, letting out a breath. "T-Thanks, Kirishima-kun. Goodnight, I-I'm sorry f-for waking you up." 

The shark-teethed boy just nodded, muttering a 'goodnight' before setting his phone down, ending the call. He turned on his back, staring at the ceiling while pulling a pillow closer to his chest. Eijiro clutched it tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as small tears dripped from his eyes and trailed down the side of his head, making little drops on his bedsheets.

"You're okay, you're okay," He tried to reassure himself, mumbling quietly in the depths of his dimly lit room. Pulling himself together again, he wiped away his tears and leaned over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand. 

He curled up on his bed again, sighing and pulling his pillow towards him again. Yet, no matter how many times he clutched it, it'd never replace the girl that was in arms that weren't his.