#can you tell i'm a lil obsessed with the mafia/yakuza trope?

[mythiccheroacademia]

“I done been down so long, lost hope, I done came down so hard, I slowed. Honesty, forever, all a real nigga want.”                  —Kendrick Lamar

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader Context: Mafia!AU. Kirishima’s last relationship was pretty shitty and he’s scared of it happening again :/ Warnings: explicit language, mentions of cheating

All Characters are 18+

A/N: Bakugo should be a relationship counselor or something. He’s a little rough around the edgeds, but he makes some pretty good points. Enjoy <3

Kirishima Eijirou | Loyalty

“I don’t fucking like this.”

Kirishima sighed as he swirled the drink in his hand. “I heard you the first time, man.”

“There’s other ways to get what we want besides walking into enemy territory like idiots.”

“This is the only way to get the information we need tonight Bakubro and you know that.”

A matching pair of red eyes irritatingly glared at him. “So you’re just alright with what they’re doing?”

“I never said that.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo hissed. He smacked his teeth before looking away at the bustling crowd.

To finalize a truce, the Bakugo family had been invited to their old rival’s weekly mansion party. It was a cheap way to make amends in Bakugo’s opinion, but considering how exclusive the Rior family was with their parties, it was basically a peace treaty.

The young yakuza leader hadn’t planned to go. However, his intel heard wind of a foreign group regarding illegal dealings on their turf. So they were here to scope out the place, leaving his stealth team—you, Sero, Kaminari, and Mina—to dig up some info. Bakugo and Kirishima were back up.

Bakugo dug a finger beneath the corner of his mask to itch his skin.

“Shitty mask—who the hell does masquerade balls anymore?” he grumbled.

“We’ll only be here for an hour more and then you won’t have to worry about the stupid mask again,” Kirishima reminded.

The slightly sharp tone from the red-head’s voice made the explosive blonde glance over. Despite his aggravation, Katsuki was well aware of the fact that Kirishima didn’t like this mission any more than he did.

Not because there was a good chance the party would get shot up. Well, that was a heafty part of it. But it was mostly because it involved you confronting your ex who happened to have some information they were looking for.

Eijirou’s feelings for you wasn’t a mystery to anyone—including yourself. He made it clear that he only had eyes for you. You luckily returned his feelings. Yet, he still held back.

And it was because of that one night where a bottle of whiskey and a couple of tears gave him suspicion that you might still be hung up about the man who last broke your heart.

The same man that Kirishima had been eyeing like a hawk for the past twenty minutes.

Bakugo followed his line of sight to see that you and Awase were deep in conversation. To anyone else, it appeared like old friends catching up. But they knew otherwise.

Awase took whatever chance he got to touch you. Whether it was to tap your arm after a corny joke or to move you away from uncoordinated guests. He laughed a little too hard and smiled a little too wide to be considered friendly. But what really sold him out was the longing gaze he bore.

He wanted you back. You knew that and you played it to your advantage.

From what they could hear in the earpiece, you were working the hell out of him. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it rubbed Kirishima the wrong way.

“Stare any harder and you’ll set the bastard on fire,” Bakugo snorted.

The crimson-clad man blinked out of his trance and turned away in slight embarrassment. 

“I was just making sure they were okay,” he muttered.

Katsuki hummed unconvincingly. An uncomfortable silence passed over the two. Kirishima’s tense aura was throwing him off and he hated how it even bothered him in the first place.

He put his hands in his pocket and inwardly groaned over the conversation they were about to have.

“You really like Y/N, don’t you?”

Kirishima made a surprised sound in his throat.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, shitty hair,” Bakguo gritted. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”

There was another pause before a low chuckle left Kiri’s lips. “Oh. That obvious?” He looked up at you before his gaze softened upon seeing you smile. “Yeah. I do. More than I can say.”

“Do you trust them?”

“…Bro, what?”

An angry vein nearly popped out of the blonde’s forehead. “Are you dumb or are you deaf!? Stop trying to make me fucking repeat myself!” he yelled.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just not used to having these kinds of conversations with you!” Kirishima nervously laughed.

“Well if you don’t want my help then you can fuck off—”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he interrupted. Eijirou adopted a solemn expression as he rubbed his arm in thought. “I—Of course I trust Y/N. Just like all of you. I trust you all with my life.”

Katsuki put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Now you know that’s not what I meant. You and Y/N obviously have a thing for each other but you two are dragging the other along.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Bakugo. I’m trying to give them space to heal—”

“For them or for you? As far as I’m concerned, they’re just fine.”

“But that night—”

“That night was three months ago, Kirishima. Y/N is not your ex. Let it go.”

Kirishima glowered at his friend and snapped. “Easy for you to say! You weren’t the one that got cheated on for two fucking years!”

The volume of his voice created a small feedback within the earpieces.

“What was that?” Sero asked.

“Is everyone okay?” Kaminari followed up.

Mina tuned in. “I’m good.”

You quickly hummed in affirmation before going back to your conversation.

“I hit my earpiece. My bad,” Kirishima mumbled.

With that being said, everyone went back to their duties. Bakugo coolly waited for his friend’s breathing to calm before speaking.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed. “I didn’t mean to blow up like that. Sorry.”

“I get it. Touchy subject,” Bakugo curtly noted. “I’ll just say this. Not because I really care about what happens between you two, but because your moping pisses me off.”

A smirk spread across Eijirou’s lips. He shook his head but listened for his friend’s words.

“The only person getting in the way of you two being together is you. I know you’re wary because of that shit rag you dated before, but you can’t expect every partner after to treat you the same way. Y/N already trusts that you won’t do them like their ex did. If you love them, why can’t you do the same?”

“How do you know they trust me?”

Bakugo tilted his head. “Maybe if you opened your damn ears up, you’d know where their loyalty lies.”

“Huh—?”

“Thank you for this!” you said as you slipped the note into your pocket.

“Anything for you, bambi,” Awase smiled. You were about to take your leave when he held your waist. “Actually, Y/N. I was thinking we could plan something later. To catch up and maybe continue where we left off?”

Kirishima tensed as the blue-eyed man pulled you closer. He was about to turn away when you removed the hands from your waist and took a step back.

You weren’t hesitant in your answer.

“I’m sorry, Awase. But no. You were the one that said we wouldn’t work, remember? Besides, I have someone else I’m waiting for.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened.

Awase looked saddened but nodded respectfully. “Ah. Another man stole your heart.” You gave him an apologetic smile to which he chuckled. He brought your knuckles to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them. “Whoever he is, he’s a lucky man.”

“I would be lucky to have him.” You pulled back your hand and met defeated cerulean eyes. “Goodbye, Awase.”

“…Goodbye, Y/N.”

You watched as he left and waited until he disappeared before telling the team you retrieved the info. As they cheered, your eyes wondered into the crowd before they met a pair of crimson irises that sparkled with something you hadn’t seen before.

Despite your curiosity, a wide smile spread across your lips as you gave the two men a thumbs up.

Eijirou remained frozen until a hand nearly shoved him towards the ground.

“Well, shitty hair? What are you waiting for?” Bakugo grunted. He gave him an encouraging smirk. “Go get your s/o.”

Kirishima grinned. He didn’t need to be told twice.

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