Kirishimaa Stories

This is my first story so please be patient with me. I will update as much as possible! This is a story about a girl named Y/N who fell in love with a UA student, they were childhood friends and she'd liked him for a very long time

KrBk, not sure how to describe it, just gonna make it up as I go

Sawamura Kimiko is joining UA's Class 1-A on a personal recommendation from a pro-hero. Her dark past and unusual quirk draw the attention of many, but all she wants is to fit in and act like a normal hero student. A normal life may never be an option for her, but a certain hot head will certainly keep her safe - and he'll blow apart anyone that stands in his way. ~~~~ Hi everyone!! This is a fanfic I have had in my head for a while and I decided to post it here! I have a lot of chapters pre-written so I will be updating consistently until that runs out! Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think in the comments :)

(Mezo Shoji x reader.) • "Just.. Hold still, I'm here to help." His voice meets my ears in a calming manner and my side presses up against the cold bars, curling away from the threat. Short and ragged breaths make their way into my strained lungs. "Hurts.." I huff, only to jolt as his fingers brush against me-he's reaching over to undo the straps along my head while his free hand idly ran a comforting thumb over the side of my face. "I know, just hold still." • • They say: pride always comes before the fall. (Y/n) had grown used to the cycle of running and fleeing with movements as graceful as a fox. From the very moment she entered this world, her life had been marked by a cruel bounty etched into her very skin-a quirk like hers, while unique and beautiful, offered no guarantees of safety. It was a reality she had come to accept. And that's what led her to a cage, eyes trained on the world outside as it slipped off into the darkness. Every product is sectioned into its own category. A color that marked either their value.. Or caution. He was an odd sight, large and terrifying to the eye-his imposing stature created dread that stretched far along his surroundings. Yet, it was his touch that proved to be the gentlest (Y/n) had ever felt. • • • Warning: Violence, human trafficking, starvation and rude language Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.