Kirishima x Reader
(Thank @ninemccartney666 on TikTok for some fancy dialogue. His words inspire me, to put it lightly)
Sometimes it happened at once, and other times it happened at a slower rate. But every time it happened, he knew. He was there to push me down to the carpet, then follow me into a sitting position, making me lay my head on his shoulder as he'd let me grasp his hands. I'd pick at newer, scabbing wounds or trace older, scarred ones to distract myself from the pain ever building in my chest. Every time. Every damn time. It just kept escalating in intensity, and it kept going straight for my heart. Every heartbeat felt like my final, slowed and agonized as if I was steadily bleeding out. Maybe I was bleeding internally, or maybe I wasn't, I couldn't tell. And he wouldn't take me to the hospital even as my life depended on it, even as the stabbing pain spread to my lungs, he wouldn't take me. Kept telling me that it was for my own good, that I would be safer this way. How was I ever to be safer here? He's not a professional, he doesn't have a diagnosis on what the hell is going on inside my body. But he kept me home anyway. And it was something I just had to accept. Even as breathing became a struggle, it was something I had to accept, I was permanently trapped here one way or another. The sad thing about this arrangement was that the man who loved me like no other has or ever will would possibly just keep me here until my final breath. I wouldn't be surprised if that were to be the case, it sounded like something he'd do. Especially if it was to keep his little pebble safe.
Struggling from an unsteady respiratory system, I leaned my head on Eijirou's shoulder. Gasping out for anything to fill my lungs, I gripped onto his shirt as he whispered to me, tracing my back delicately with strong fingers. He wasn't making any sense at first as my heart pounded in my ears, but slowly, surely, I grasped onto his words, listening to every fine detail he wove with such a love stricken voice. "- I often find myself getting lost in day dreams of us being.. lacerated open and stitched together." He held my arm up, pressing his own against it, "sharing skin and blood, conjoined in an.. abhorrent love until death arrives to pose a threat to our unison." My eyes widened as he lifted my face so we could see eye to eye, him continuing with this monstrous glint in his eyes as he pet my cheek, "but I won't let him touch you, (Y/N), no! Only I touch you, and if anyone were to try then I would.." he closed his eyes, tracing my neck as he grinned maliciously, ".. gift you a bone necklace, made from their stolen fingers. And you could wear it throughout all the seasons, until even the years know," he opened his eyes then, cupping my cheeks as he kissed my nose, "you are loved." It was such a fine sentiment, but worded in such a way even the league would be concerned for my well being. But this was Eijirou, the man I fell in love with. Have it be forced or it happened on its own, I fell in love with him. And love does many things to people, proven by Eijirou Kirishima as his obsession runs deep. "I love you too, Eiji." I finally found my voice again, and my insides softened as he gave me such a heart warming smile. "Aw, you're so precious pebble~" he cooed as he kissed all over my face, especially my lips. He then gently pressed on my chest, "this one was worse than the last.." he mumbled as he frowned. He gave me a meek look as he squeezed my hand, "let's take you to the hospital.. I want my pebble here for as long as I can!" It surprised me that his own words shined a light on the situation at hand, but I was happy it did. Now we could figure out what the hell was wrong with me, and get it taken care of before it was too late.
