bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ☁

prompt: having finally moved in together, kirishima must learn to adjust with his girlfriend's odd at-home behaviors.
category: fluff
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 2349

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KIRISHIMA HAD LEARNED A lot over time. In the past few years of dating the love of his life, he thought he'd learned all the ins-and-outs of their relationship. How she liked her coffee in the morning, how many blankets were just perfect for movie nights, and exactly how much butter she liked on her popcorn in the movie theater.

However, moving in together seemed to be more of a challenge than he thought.

Within the first morning, he'd somehow already made a mistake. She didn't seem upset whatsoever, but part of him felt guilty. That day, he had learned his future wife's preference for big mugs. And no, it's not a sexual innuendo of any sort. When he had asked her about it, she had just answered in an ominous and soft tone.

"I don't know. There's just something comforting in holding a big mug. My little hands curling around it and feeling its warmth all over," She paused for a moment as if searching for the right concluding statement. Y/n looked up, giving him a smile that always made his heart palpitate a little harder in his chest. "It's nice."

Now, he knew. So, every morning, at about seven, he would turn on the coffee machine and get to work. Y/n was always the type to sleep in a little later or linger in bed even after she woke up, so he didn't mind. He knew. Kirishima would traipse down the steps thirty minutes before she did, preparing breakfast and whatnot. 

In between the moments of silence, as the eggs sizzled and the toaster whirred, he could hear her little footsteps on the floor above him, wandering around the hallway as she got ready. And every day, he would give her the same reaction. Her outfits almost never changed; she worked from home, after all.

So, every day, she would come down the steps in a large t-shirt that most likely belonged to him paired with shorts underneath it. And every day, he would tell her how beautiful she looked; even if she looked like a hungover mess from the night before or her hair was still untamed, he would call her "gorgeous", "pretty", and "adorable".

If you asked him to come up with adjectives to her beauty, his list would be endless.

Y/n's quirk was a bit pointless, being able to calculate quickly, so she had gone to a normal high school, college, and gotten a perfectly average degree at marketing. She worked with other pro-heroes, keeping track of their engagement in the media and anything financial. It was all numbers and confused Eijiro more than anything, but he admired her work nonetheless.

It was always about two hours before noon when he left. By then, she would be curled up in front of her computer most likely on her 'second breakfast' that he liked to call it. However, Y/n always argued with him and called it a 'snack'. Her snack was usually just some avocado toast and her second cup of coffee, always in a big mug.

He would kiss her forehead and leave, and that's when the second lesson of moving in came along.

Whenever Eijiro would come home, he would find her curled up on the couch, her laptop dimmed out in front of her as she slept soundly. And it wasn't just a typical once every two weeks thing; it was always. And at first, Eijiro was fine with it. He would gently wrestle her out of the blanket, shut off her laptop, and plug it in before scooping her up and carrying her upstairs.

However, after a while, he got tired of it.

Every day, he'd come home with aching muscles and deal with the same thing over and over again. As harsh as it sounded, sometimes he just wanted to leave her there and take a hot shower before flopping onto their shared bed with no care whatsoever. That was until he realized why she did what she did.