Lifeguard Kirishima x Female Reader

Chapter 20

'Shit!!'

"See ya Y/n! Kiri!! Don't you dare try anything or I'll just have to kick your ass." Mina farewelled Kirishima and I off as she backed out of Kirishima's driveway. Denki waving from the back like a child, with a big smile on his face. (BABY BOI!!) "Good Luck you too!!" He chuckled after. A blush rose to my cheeks, 'Thanks Denki, but I'm gonna need more than luck at this point.' Mina honked her horn, before driving off and disappearing through the houses. My grip tightened around the handle of the duffel bag that was slung over my shoulder. We had stopped by my house before coming here. The whole drive here I was anxious and nervous as to staying at Kirishima's house, especially with what had happened earlier today.

"H-hey, umm... we should really get inside before it gets even later and you catch a cold or something." Kirishima's voice broke me from thought. My attention goes to him and I notice he's a little nervous too, his hands shaking slightly, his eyes avoiding mine and I think I heard him stutter. "Sure." I tried to act as normal as possible to not make things weird. We both walk over to his door and he pulls out his keys. A little figurine, it had an interesting read hairstyle and dark crimson clothing. The figure looked familiar, like someone I saw on TV once on the news. I think his name was Red Robin? No, Crimson Red? Ah, wait no, Crimson Riot!! I giggled a little, I thought it was kinda cute that he carried around a little thing like that around with him. It was cute.

With a click of the door, Kirishima looks over at me. "What's so funny?" He slightly chuckles, not knowing what was going on. "O-oh! I was admiring the fact that you have a little Crimson Riot keychain attached to your keys, and thought it was cute." I shrugged and smiled assuring it was a good thing. He stepped in holding the door for me and ushering me to come in. "Ah, yeah. He's my favourite hero. He's so manly and strong, he's a true inspiration to me." He explained as he closed the door once I entered his house. "Oh, I see," I respond with a small smile. I look around and take in the atmosphere of Kirishima's house. It was a rather modern home and it was also a two-story house, with the stairs leading to the second floor right at the entrance.

"What a nice house you and your family have." I acknowledged as I readjusted the handle to the duffel bag. "Aha, well I mean, that's very nice of you." He places his stuff at a small side table that, sits on the side of the entrance. "I'll give you a bit of a house tour since your staying for three days." A welcoming smile formed on his lips as he motions me to follow him up the stairs. "Upstairs, we have my parents room, my room and a bathroom." He pointed at each door of the second floor. "You can leave your stuff in my room for now."

He walked over to a white wooden door and turned the handle revealing a rather interesting bedroom. It was bright, the opened window allowed welcoming light to flood in. His room almost seemed really big and looked like a work out gym, a punching bag to the corner and a row of perfectly placed dumbbells on a rack to the side. There was a desk on the left side, with a couple of books and drawers next to it. His walls filled with posters of famous heroes and inspiring quotes, and his ceiling outlined with LED lights, on which you could change the colour of. It wasn't a boring room at all, it basically showed Kirishima's personality perfectly. It was kinda cute. I placed my duffle bag on his bed, as I looked at the poster that hung above his bed. It was a poster of an awesome Japanese style wave, with the words 'victory' written on the top.

"Your room really relates to your personality Kirishima." I turn to him with a smile. He sent his signature smile back at me and rubbed the back of his neck, before placing a hand on his hip. 'Too cute.' I was fighting the urge to hug him and cup his face with my hands. This man is the true death of me. "You think so? Thanks." After we leave his room and we both head downstairs, continuing with the tour. "Downstairs, is the kitchen, another bathroom, the lounge room and the dining room. The laundry is out back, next to the kitchen." He spoke pointing and presenting each room as if he were selling the house to me. I guess he was trying to put me at ease, and it was working. After showing every room in the house, with there being nothing else to show me Kirishima spoke up.

"Come, we can just hang out in the lounge room." A grin reaches his features. I instinctively smiled back and followed after him, as he took a seat on a grey linen couch. He patted on a spot next to him and indicated for me to come over. I nodded and jumped onto the couch. I sat on the couch, observing all the things in his lounge room. And then silence. Even though we had talked, we just retreated back to awkward silence.

I suddenly feel the urge to say something to break this weird and uncomfortable silence. "Soooo, you got a TV... that's cool." I swung my legs as I looked around. 'Aahhh!! Why did I have to open my damn MOUTH!!!' Kirishima just chuckled, "It's awkward, but I'm surprised you of all people would be THAT awkward." You just shrugged as you noticed a couple of pictures in frames and a rather large looking book, displayed on a nearby shelf. "Ooh!! Are those baby pictures I see." A scheming grin forming on my lips. I hopped off the couch and rush over to the large book, hoping to see some cute baby photos. "Aah! Nooo!!" Kirishima soon followed after me. I grab the book from the shelf and run to the hall. Kirishima chasing after me, complaining and begging me not to open it. Without thinking I rush up the stairs to the second floor and stormed into his room.

I leap onto his bed and sat comfortably, opening the book and beginning Kirishima's road to embarrassment. I turn the first page to see a black-haired baby, widely smiling in the photo. Its smile was so big, its eyes were closed. It was a sign of pure joy. My heart fluttered, but then my mind drew a blank, I was confused. 'This isn't Kiri?!' Kirishima busted into the room, a slight grin on his face, his arms dropped to his sides. I look up at him with a confused look on my face. "Eh?" He just lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. "Well, I can't really stop you. Besides, there's really nothing too embarrassing for me to handle." He walked over to me and took a seat next to me, looking down at the book as well. "Is this adorable baby you?" I asked, pointing at the cute black-haired baby. A faint flush spread to his features, as he nodded and tried to recreate the image, by smiling as wide as the baby. 'So CUTE!!' I could feel a warm heat flush my face, as he smiled.

"S-so you weren't a red head?" I asked in amazement, looking at his spiked, crimson hair. "Yeah, also I spoke my hair too. My hair is usually down and droopy." A saddened smile appeared on his lips as he spoke. "I changed my hair at the end of middle school. I just decided on a change." He shrugged looking at the little baby. "Well, your hair looks pretty good... and cute... when it's down." I avoided his eyes as I continued to look through the pages of photos. I could feel his gaze on me, as I looked though it. 'Dang, was it something I said? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!'

He moved closer to me, my heart racing a hundred miles an hour. His arm moved behind me and he sat closer to me, looking down at the many photos, that were scattered over the page. 'This is JUST LIKE A DAMN FAN-FICTION!! MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!!'

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