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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter eighteen: follow you

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: panic attack, mentions of gang affiliations, mentions of drugs/addiction, side character death, weapons/guns

❧ chapter song: Follow You by Bring Me The Horizon

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Thick snow crunched under the tires of Kirishima’s truck as he parked outside of his home. He turned the key in the off position, drowning the inside of the vehicle in silence, the air vents abruptly stopping and the engine dying down. The wind outside could be heard faintly and Kirishima looked out his window to scan the area.

Bakugou and Deku weren’t there just yet, he had lost them two lights ago but he was sure they’d arrive shortly. A small sigh makes him turn his attention back around, red eyes falling upon your curled up body in the passenger seat and fast asleep. Not even five minutes after being on the road you had slumped over onto the console and drifted off. Kirishima expected that much, you were so wracked with exhaustion now from getting so worked up back at the warehouse and he knew you hadn’t ate a decent meal yet that day, only worsening your energy levels.

With a small smile, Kiri rested his hand in your hair, brushing it back as he started to wake you.

“We’re home little one,” he spoke, light as air, as he leaned over and nuzzled your temple with his nose.

You stirred just a little, eyes fluttering under their long lashes and a pout forming on your lips. Kiri chuckled.

“Come on baby, I need to get you out of this cold before you go all reptile on me. You also need food and some pants that don’t have a massive bloody hole in them.”

You sighed and groaned, rubbing your face in the elbow of your sleeve with lips smacking. Kirishima waited for you to sit up, body awakening slowly.

“Ei, I don’t mean to sound like a baby but will you carry me?” You questioned with a yawn, knuckles rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes.

The red-head smiled, hand reaching out to cup your cheek and brush his thumb across it. “Of course, whatever you need.”

You smiled back before Kirishima was exiting the truck and walking around to your side. Right as he was grabbing you and turning to walk towards the house, Bakugou’s SUV pulled up. Kiri’s body immediately relaxed and he held you closer, letting your arms and legs wrap around him, cheek laying on his shoulder while he carried you to the front door and inside. He laid you down on the couch in the glow of the Christmas tree. Your eyes looked up to see a star now on the top of it, a sense of strange satisfaction came over you at the sight of the now completed object. Kirishima leaned over to kiss your forehead and pull the couch blanket over your body.

“Give me just a few minutes okay, I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, hand in his own and letting it slowly slip out as he turned and walked off, leaving you in silence after the door shut behind him. Kirishima ran a hand through his hair and walked over to Bakugou and Deku standing against the black vehicle. The blonde blew a cloud of cigarette smoke his way and looked around.

“She okay?” Deku asked with concern.

“Yeah man she’s fine, just a little tired. Today took a lot out of her emotionally plus she needs food, Sero said she only ate like half a fucking muffin this morning cause she was so damn nervous.”

At this Deku frowned but it faded. “You’ll take care of her though, I know that.”

“He fucking better, after the shit he pulled. You better grovel till your hands and knees bleed.”

“Kat, even if I wanted to she wouldn’t let me. She’s too fucking understanding, you heard what she said back there.”

Bakugou tossed his cigarette to the ground below him, booted foot squishing it into the snow with an annoyed look.

“I know dipshit, still that shouldn’t stop you from treating her like the fucking angel that she is, that shouldn’t stop any of us. Yagi gave his life for her, we owe it to him to make sure that wasn’t in vain.”

Deku and Kiri both nodded.

“I know that, I just hope she’ll still let us protect her once she learns what we are.”

Red eyes rolled at Kirishima, Bakugou clicked his tongue as he pushed off the SUV and shouldered past the red-head. “Stop freaking, she’ll still be here, I know she will. Just like you said, she’s too fucking understanding. Now come on Green Bean, stop playing with your dick and let’s make sure that maniac isn’t lurking around so he can get back inside with her.”

“Kacchan seriously?” Deku exclaimed, stomping in the opposite direction of his teasing friend. Before he got too far from Kirishima, he turned and got his attention. “Hey Red, really, don’t worry so much. From what we’ve gathered, she’s been through some pretty dark shit. (Y/N) has already faced death and was ready to accept it, after something like that you stop fearing it. I think her only fear isn’t you, even when she finds out what we do, it still won’t be you - it’ll be losing you, the same as you fear. She’ll accept that monster you think you are without any question, I truly believe that.”

Kirishima nodded, he felt a little more at ease by Deku’s words and even smiled. “Thanks Izuku, for everything. I’ll wait by the door till you guys finish.”

With that, the two walked off. Both Bakugou and Deku scoured the area far and wide, in the bushes, the trees, not leaving a single inch of land within the perimeter unsearched. They took around fifteen minutes to do so before waving Kirishima off and getting back into Bakugou’s SUV and left.

The red-head took a deep breath then turned towards the front door and walked inside. He stomped off the snow from his boots and shrugged off his jacket, removing both items and leaving them at the door.

“Alright little one, what do you want to -” Kirishima started to ask while going to find you in the living room but stopping when he saw you kneeling on the floor and hugging Duchess close. “Are you okay?”

Your face turned to kiss the dogs cheek before letting go of her and turning around to look up at Kiri. Nodding, your hand reached out for his and he took it, helping you to stand on your feet and rubbing your shoulders.

“I’m fine Ei. I just … I thought I’d never see this place again. Things got a little crazy back there and I thought I was going to lose you, lose everyone.”

Kirishima shook his head and pulled you closer, a hand cupping your face as a small flash of panic came over him. “No, no, no. (Y/N) I know it looked rough back there but -”

“Eijirou, hey it’s okay.” You smiled and now cupped his own face, thumbs caressing his sharp cheekbones to soothe his nerves. “Baby, there’s no need to keep apologizing to me over what happened back there. I understand and I know better now, I know that that would never happen. You’re all stuck with me and I’m stuck with you. I just got a little emotional for a bit that’s all, but I swear I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Promise?”

You giggled and held out a pinky before his red eyes, tilting your head and waiting on him. “I pinky promise!”

Kirishima smirked and wrapped his pinky around your own. You hugged his neck tight after and his own arms wrapped around you, hugging you back almost desperately.

“I love you so much little one, I always have.”

“I know you have Ei,” you chuckled as he lightly nipped at your cheek, “I’ve always loved you too, and always will.”

Kirishima smiled and brushed your cheek with the tip of his nose before kissing you, you kissed back with a satisfied hum before breaking the contact and looking up at him. “So - I know there’s something we need to talk about but I think we should eat first.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking too. Come on, you can keep me company while I cook for us.”

Happily you followed Kirishima into the kitchen, sitting on the counter-top as he pulled out ingredients from the fridge and started to cook the two of you a meal. When it was ready you sat together and ate, both of your moods and bodies perking up a bit more from finally getting food in your systems. There wasn’t too much talk in between eating and cleaning up, things weren’t exactly tense but you could feel Kirishima slowly but surely growing more and more anxious. He was sighing more than usual, running his hand through his hair and chewing on his lip. You had never seen the man so - nervous.

“If it's okay, I want you to stay here until we know where he is,” Kiri suggested while he washed dishes, “I need you to stay here, I can’t risk anything … I can’t leave you unprotected.”

You nodded in agreement, it wasn’t like you’d object. After learning that it was in fact Dabi that contacted Shouto, all your worst fears were coming to a head. If staying glued to Kirishima’s side 24/7 is what he wanted and needed to make himself feel at ease, you’d happily do so, there was no other place you wanted to be.

“Of course, I’ll let Hitoshi know later on just so he’s aware of what’s going on and can also stay safe.”

When he placed the last dish in the drying rack, you touched his arm gently. He looked at you, eyes holding what you could tell was fear. Whatever he needed to tell you, it was something that was nearly driving him to a mental breakdown, this issue it was getting to him and you were more than certain that he was overthinking things, coming up with worst case scenarios in his head and hyping himself up.

“Eijirou, stop. Whatever you’re thinking, just stop it okay? Whatever it is, whatever you’re thinking is going to happen, it won’t. Look, how about we do this in the tub huh? Let me run us a hot bath, wash your hair for you and calm you down a bit more until you’re ready.”

The massive tattooed man looked as if he were on the verge of tears but also so relieved. Kirishima nodded at your suggestion and you gave him a reassuring smile. You grabbed for his hand and lifted his arm, wrapping it around your shoulder and coaxing him towards his bedroom. Once the two of you were there, you lead him to the bathroom, telling him to sit on the ledge of the stone bathtub while you got it ready. He did just that without a word, head hanging low and knee bouncing while you let the water run. Next you stood before him and helped remove his shirt, he didn’t mind letting your fingers run across the expanse of his chest to press against his flesh or trace across the scars his tattoo’s subtly hid. Your fingers captured his chin and made him finally look up at you.

“What is it little one?”

Your eyes traveled back down to the scars on Kirishima’s body, they covered almost every inch, every limb. Some of them were scars you had been present for and tried to heal yourself. Looking at the side of his neck, you remembered the first wound you ever healed on him that one day, how he tensed under your touch at first but quickly accepted it.

You remembered how every wound after that, not only from him but from everyone else, slowly started to add up. The ‘trips’, them returning looking beaten and bloodied to hell, the calls that Shouto would take and the envelopes the guys would have with them sometimes. These men were part of something dangerous, maybe a gang?

Whatever it was though, you were prepared. You knew from the start that these guys had their own secrets but you also knew that in time they would come to share them with you and now was finally the time. But it was killing you to see just how distraught this was making your boyfriend and just maybe if Kiri knew that then it would help ease his anxiety.

“You guys aren’t really in the art trading business are you.”

It wasn’t a question.

“No ... we’re not.”

You nodded then looked at the oni mask that was staring back at you from his arm. Your hand reached out and the tips of your fingers traced it’s bold outlines. Kiri seemed to let out a shuddered breath, his jaw clenching as you still held his chin.

“You hurt people?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Bad people?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re scared that I’ll no longer love you because of that?”

Red eyes blinked at you, a single tear falling from one of them as Kirishima bared his sharp teeth to keep from completely breaking into a sob. He was fighting his emotions, causing his quirk to activate in one side of his face, the sound of fabric tearing could be heard from where he gripped your shirt that he was clutching.

You didn’t flinch, didn’t gasp, you didn’t care.

Kiri swallowed harshly before answering with a shaking voice.

“I’m s-so fucking scared.”

You stepped closer between his knees, hand falling from his chin to hold the hardened skin of his face, looking down at him. Kirishima was trembling now, so much fear running rampant behind his eyes. You only smiled at him, leaning forward and letting your forehead rest against his own and for the first time in his life, Kirishima whimpered. His arms wrapped around your back, steadily tearing and ruining your shirt from being unable to control his quirk but made sure not to harm you.

“Eijirou, it’s okay. I know.”

Looking up at you he tried to find disgust, anger, fear, anything.

Except - none of them were present, there was still a fucking smile on your face, a soft reassuring one that caused him to finally break. His sharp teeth bit down on his lip before he buried his face in your chest, releasing his quirk and at the same time releasing all the worry and terror he had been harboring for this moment. You weren’t pulling away, not screaming for him to leave you alone, instead you held him close, fingers running through his hair and comforting him - accepting and loving him.

“I’ve always known Ei.”

It was a while before Kirishima calmed down enough from his breakdown for the both of you to take a bath. It was silent but a comfortable silence, nothing but the sound of water sloshing around and your quiet instructions as you bathed him and yourself. He seemed to relax more and more, your hands reassuring him while they rubbed soap onto his tattooed skin and shampoo throughout his red hair. His unnecessary apologizes finally came to a stop once you were done and hugging him close from behind in the warm water, pressing kisses to his back.

Kirishima wanted to be happy, to be relieved but he felt so unworthy, so undeserving now more than ever of your love. He didn’t even have to say anything, to explain anything, you just knew and didn’t bat a single eyelash at him. His head looked down, droplets of water running down his face from his drenched hair, and looked at your hands holding onto his chest.

“Your roots are starting to show.”

Kirishima quirked a brow as he turned his head back to glance at you for a second before looking forward again and shrugging.

“Yeah, I haven’t really worried much lately about keeping up with it. A lot has been going on and I’ve been busy I guess, it’s a pain in the ass sometimes really.”

You nodded and moved slightly to rest against the stone of the tub, Kiri’s body followed, leaning back against your chest and sighing as your arms wrapped protectively around his shoulders,one hand moved to comb his hair back and out of his face so you could kiss his forehead.

“I can understand that. Just getting to that vibrant of a red color must’ve been a process considering your natural color is almost onyx. You know, I’ve never seen it but I think you’d look really good with your natural hair color. It would definitely make your eyes stand out more than they already do. Why did you dye it in the first place?”

Kiri smiled at the compliment before taking a deep breath and sinking down further into the water, melting into your hold.

“Well I figured if I changed my hair color, then I could change my past, become an entirely different person I guess after Yagi found us.”

You wrapped around the man tighter, regretting the intrusive question.

“I didn’t even think Ei, I’m sorry -”

“No baby, I’ve sat here long enough now and calmed down, I need to tell you everything. Clear it up more for you. You told us everything so it’s the least I can do.”

You only hummed in response and unwrapped from Kirishima when he started to sit up and turn around in the tub to face you. He held his hands out, inviting you to come closer and you did just that, moving towards him and resting your legs over his muscular thighs, allowing him to take your hands in his own underneath the water. Kirishima closed his fingers around your palms, taking in the size difference of them inside his own - knowing what he was, what his own hands did, you still trusted them to hold yours.

“We’re not a gang, we’re hitmen. We kill people for money, but we only kill criminals, vile and disgusting poor excuses for humans. Never do we ever kill innocent people, Shouto and Deku do a good job of looking into our targets and their cases before we set out to complete our hit. People know us as The Shop, they know who we are by our tattoos, which means ... you’re now affiliated with us since you have one as well.”

Kirishima looked down to the ink on your hip, the bright red oni mask that marked your skin. His hand drifted over it, fingers skimming the flowers of it. You watched and smiled.

“I don’t see that as a bad thing Eijirou. To be honest, it makes me feel safe.”

“I’m glad it does, because as long as you’re with us, with me, you’ll always be safe.”

“I know I will. Now, continue!”

Kirishima nodded.

“Well all this originally started with Shouto’s father, Enji, and Yagi. It goes without saying that Shouto was just born into this and expected to become the next leader of it all once Enji passes, like a fucking family business or something. From what I know, Deku was pretty much adopted by Shouto’s parents after he was found during a hit on his own father. The guy beat up on him and his mom bad and ultimately he ended up killing his mom, Deku would’ve been dead too if it hadn’t been for Enji showing up in time. His mom actually found out about The Shop and managed to get a hold of them but only Deku survived. Being orphaned, the Todoroki’s took him in and raised him with Shouto.”

You made a sound of realization, head nodding. “That’s why they’re so close then.”

“Mhm. Sero and Denki also were like a package deal as well. Ser was a drug dealer before he came to us and me and Bakugou actually knew him before we joined as well. The guy never did drugs himself except for smoking weed, but he has a brilliant mind for business and strategy. Once me and Bakugou became part of the shop, Sero would just hang around, put his two cents in here and there and Shouto noticed his potential plus his art skills so he asked him to be part of the shop. Sero joined, leaving his drug dealing behind him, he didn’t like what he did but it made him money you know? Anyway, when Sero would travel to and from the shop, he’d always come across Denki who was homeless and a fucking mess at the time. He was a addict and close to dying. Sero would bring him food sometimes, give him clothes and shit, he befriended him. One night though, Sero came across him so strung-out and almost dead that he just finally took him in. Since Sero was in the drug business for so long, he knew how to help Denki detox and get clean. We helped him as well and it was a fucking nightmare but eventually we got Denki out and off the street, he shacked up with Sero and since then has been on the straight and narrow, well except for killing people for a living.”

You smirked and lightly nudged Kiri’s chest, gaining a small chuckle from him.

“You and Katsu we’re a package deal as well huh?”

“Yeah, we were.” Kirishima looked down and scrunched his nose. “We always have been since we were kids, he’s pretty much like a brother. We grew up in the orphanage together, we had been there since we could remember and we don’t know shit about our folks or family except that we were each other’s family. He was always protecting me and I protected him. We went as far as sabotaging any chances we had at being adopted, we didn’t want to be separated and vowed to make it out of there together. Finally we aged out and long story short we found a gang to be part of. Of course any gang is bad news but these guys, they were the definition of evil. I was oblivious of course, Bakugou tried to keep the dark shit under wraps for my sake because back then … well I wasn’t the person I am today, I was soft and weak. He protected me the best he could until things reached a fucked up point.”

Kirishima paused and withdrew his hands from your own, letting them float into his own lap, his head hanging low as he took a shaky breath. You went to reach out for him again but he shook his head, teeth baring as he tried to hide a tear that welled up in his eye.

“I didn’t know the awful shit they were doing, the fucked up shit. I swear if I did, I would’ve tried to stop it you know? I wouldn’t have been so weak, I wouldn’t have needed protection.They violated and hurt s-so many girls, guys, so many people right there under the same roof as me! I was so stupid, so f-fucking weak that even Bakugou tried to handle it all himself. Somehow he found out about The Shop, got them involved and raided the place during one of gangs ‘parties’. I had no idea what was going on, Bakugou just told me Yagi and Enji were the good guys, to just gather all the ‘guests’ that I could and get out of the way. I did, at - at least I thought … I missed one, she was hiding, she must’ve been s-so scared. That coward, our leader, he found her, used her as a shield and I didn’t grab her in time. I - If I had been fast enough, used my quirk, been her shield ... but I just watched, my stupid fucking legs j-just wouldn’t work. She died and it’s … it’s all m-my -”

“Eijirou - ”

“Why?” He finally asked in a whisper.

“Why what Ei?”

The red-head closed his eyes and dared to give himself the satisfaction of placing his hands over your own.

“Why aren’t you leaving me, why aren’t you scared of me - why aren’t you calling me a monster now that you know that’s what I truly am.”

The frown that grew on your face couldn’t be seen by his head hanging low but he heard the disappointed breath you let out and it was what he deserved right? But next he felt your hands taking his, gripping them tightly with some sort of determination.

“Because I love you you spiky haired bastard, because I know you’d never ever hurt me or anyone else that didn’t deserve it. I don’t know the gory details of what that side of you entails, I don’t need to, but I do know that it’s for a reason, I know you aren’t going out there and killing innocent people at random. You and the guys are good people, what you do is good, someone else may not see that but I do and that’s all that matters. I can live with this Eijirou, I’ve lived with much worse. I know what a real monster is - look at me!”

Your hand was quickly gripping his jaw and forcing Kirishima to look you in the eyes, he hissed from the strength you were suddenly displaying and even let out a shocked gasp. In your own eyes was anger and rage?

“Don’t you dare try to tell me that you’re a monster when I’ve seen one in the flesh, when I’ve loved one! Eijirou Kirishima, you’re far from a fucking monster, you hear me?”

He stayed silent, red eyes blinking away tears that threatened to fall from the corners of his ducts. It wasn’t satisfying you though, your grip shaking his head enough to drive in what you were saying and pulling his face closer, your own eyes sharpening at him.

“Say it, say that you’re not a monster dammit!”

“I-I’m not a monster.”

You shook your head, releasing him and within an instant you were pushing him back against the stonewall of the tub, catching him off guard and straddling his lap. Now there were tears starting to stream down your cheeks as you took his face in both hands and pulled him close into a desperate kiss. Before he could react you broke apart from it and stared at him.

“That was b-bullshit, say it and fucking mean it, like I mean it!”

Kirishima breathed heavily as he looked at you, begging him to see himself the way you did, which wasn’t - a monster. He blinked as his hands took yours from his face and held them together to kiss them. Looking up, Kiri titled his head at you and nodded.

“I’m not a monster, I’m not.”

You hummed and kissed his forehead, removing your hands to run them through his wet hair and tilt his head back so bright red eyes were staring at you and only you.

“Thank you, now don’t you ever call yourself that again. Understand?”

The red head agreed without another word. A few minutes later the two of you were done with your bath. As you dried off and Kiri handed you a shirt of his to wear, you could tell there was still something on his mind and before you could ask what it was, he was already requesting that you follow him into his bedroom.

Taking his hand, you did as asked and he lead you to his closet. Kirishima squeezed your hand before letting go of it and kneeling down feeling on the floor, you watched him curiously before hearing a soft click. A random panel of flooring which you came to realize as a false piece had popped up and was being slid back to reveal a literal arsenal of shiny black weapons.

Guns and knives of all shapes and sizes, stacks of ammunition, extra scopes, silencers and other miscellaneous enhancements that could be added on to the guns were all laid out nice and neat.

“This isn’t even all of it, I have shit stowed away all over, even bigger weapons.”

You knelt to the floor next to Kirishima, skimming over all the metal. You’d reach out and touch the pieces of weaponry, gasping at them being cool to the touch. Kiri watched and gave you a few moments, his heart hammering away in his chest and impatiently waiting for you to say anything.

Sure you were okay with his ‘other’ job but he didn’t know how you felt when it came to real weapons or if maybe the sight of them alone would be what did it for you. Finally you sat back and rubbed the side of your neck, teeth chewing on your lip before you looked at him and raised a brow.

“So, you’re like fucking John Wick?”

Well that was - anything.

Kirishima finally cracked a smile and shook his head before pinching your cheek. You smiled back at him and ruffled his damp hair before tilting your head at him.

“Is this what you were still all bummed out about?”

“Maybe. I just -” Kiri let out a sigh and turned to you, cupping your cheek, “Little one, I just want to make sure you know everything now, no more secrets. This part of my life is dangerous and dark and I never wanted you to be part of it, not this at least.” He replied and motioned to the weapons.

“So that was your reason huh? That ‘reason’ for being such a dick to me in the beginning, for trying to push me away and make me hate you, which obviously failed. But I get it now, I mean I kept my own secrets from you guys as well for the same exact reasons. Man -” you smirked and rubbed the tops of your thighs, “This was all just one big cluster fuck huh - secrets suck.”

Kirishima nodded before he stood up, reaching out his hand you took it and he helped you back up to your own feet and walked you over to the bed. Both of you sat down across from the other, not letting your hands drift apart.

“They do and it’s a massive relief that everything is out now and I promise, no more, no more secrets. I just … I didn’t want to pull you into this kind of life with me, it’s full of blood, guts, you name it. It’s so dirty and disgusting and then I see you, how perfect and pure you are, you’re the only thing in my life that hasn’t been soaked in blood, that hasn’t been tainted and I just wanted to keep you that way forever. You’re the only thing that can bring me back to reality, that can tame the beast I become when I do these things and I’m so grateful for it all but I couldn’t make you be part of it unknowingly but I also couldn’t ask you to -”

“You don’t have to ask me Eijirou, I’m a big girl and can make my own choices. I choose willingly to always be here, to go through hell, blood, bullets and all, go anywhere with you and always follow you no matter what you show me to try and make me scared of you. I need you just as badly as you need me baby, you’re stronger than me and you’re my shield! And when my shield comes to me all dinged up, then I’ll be there to heal and repair it!”

Your hand squeezed his before you shifted on the bed and started to walk on your knees closer to Kirishima. He watched closely, scanning each of your movements as you started to straddle yourself across his lap and let his hands rest on your hips. You ran both your hands up his warm and bare chest, fingers pressing and wandering up until they cupped the sides of his muscular neck. You looked down on him and swiped a thumb over his bottom lip, eliciting a quiet grunt from his mouth and smirked.

“You know why?”

Kirishima swallowed slowly and blinked at you. “Why little one?”

You smiled and leaned forward, placing a kiss to the scar you adored so much before resting your forehead against his. “Because I hate you.”

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sloaners · 5 years

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(working on an Alien AU)

“Good work, all,” Kakashi says as he pulls off his helmet, congratulating his crew on surviving another round of bullshit at the edges of the Fire Galaxy. No one died, either, and that’s always a bonus.

“I can’t wait to be officially done with this mission and go home,” Raidou says, peeling off the jacket layer of his suit. Kakashi can’t help but silently agree, scrubbing at his hair to fluff it out again. They all have been off site of Konoha Station for weeks, and after more than a few skirmishes along the belt of Kiri, they’re ready for a well-deserved week off.

They’re all at varied stages of haggard. Kurenai collapses in the nearest chair, as Asuma leans against the wall, sluggishly pawing his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. Genma’s sprawled out under a table, and Gai... well. Gai’s doing handstand pushups, but after seven years, Kakashi’s team is well used to his impossible energy levels.

They get a blissful thirty minutes of peace. But then the siren cries out behind them and over half of the crew groans. An emergency response is the last thing they all need after such a grueling shift.

“What is it?” asks Kakashi, ignoring the grumbles of his crew and moving over to where Genma is already sliding into a seat at the control helm.

“It’s a distress signal,” Genma says, not bothering to look away from the screen as he scans through the alert message. “500 miles out from us into the Uzu moon’s orbit.”

A distress signal. Shit. “And it’s coming from what? A ship? A satellite?” Kakashi presses, as he hears Asuma mutter a curse behind him.

“Hmm,” Genma squints, reading the exact frequency. “Satellite,” he confirms after a moment. “But... it’s not the universal distress code.”

“A satellite?” Aoba calls over from where he’s already scrolling through that day’s communications feed. “I’m looking through the flight and orbit logs. Nothing should be over there.”

“An older satellite that didn’t get the memo, then. Or maybe it got knocked off course?”

“I mean nothing should be there,” Aoba insists, pushing up hs sunglasses. “This orbiting path and the ones around it are ear-marked for containing too much debris. The last satellite queued for any Uzu orbit was decades ago.”

And they all know why, considering their history.

“Hmm.” Kakashi considers other options. “What about a private satellite?” It’s possible, unfortunately, with enough wealth. If there’s one universal constant, it’s that some people simply have more money than sense. The allure of the moon of Uzushio could do that to a person.

Aoba shrugs, with a quirk of his lips. “If they’re an idiot.”

“And we’re sure it’s a distress signal?” Asuma asks, skepticism in his voice.

Genma frowns minutely, rolling the toothpick in his mouth. “Of course I’m sure. It might not be universal, but I’m familiar with enough patterns before the rollover into Signal Standardization. It’s recognizable.”

“How do we know it’s not a trick?” Raidou asks. “Considering the Uzu Quadrant… it could be pirates. Or, like, an ax murderer.”

Genma looks like he’s trying not to laugh, but covers it up with a cough when Raidou narrows his eyes at him.

“I highly doubt it,” Asuma argues. “For all we know, no one’s out there and some frayed wiring in a junk satellite sent out an outdated signal in error.”

“We need to check anyway,” Kakashi reminds them. “We can be cautious, but we can’t ignore any distress signal.”

“Yosh!” Gai gives a big thumbs up. “If someone, anyone, is in need of rescue, we must help!”

They all mutter reluctant affirmations at that. It’s near impossible to escape Gai’s enthusiasm; it has its own gravitational pull.

Kakashi eye smiles. “Maa, since we’re all in agreement… change course to Uzu,” he commands.

“Already on it,” Aoba confirms, pulling his chair back over to the main console to reconfigure their navigation settings.

“Yeah, yeah,” Asuma sighs. “Let’s go get suited up. Again.”

#fan fic #my writing #naruto #kakashi hatake #kakashi #asuma #kurenai #genma #raidou #aoba #kakaobi #juubito #alien au

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oggyfromthebog · 4 years

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Art Student AU

“I’m not saying you don’t get invited to parties cause you look like a narc.” Oggy took a long drag from his cigarette. He was a ‘super senior’, older than Améla but somehow still in a number of her classes. His cigarette pinched between his lips Oggy held up the camera around his neck and flashed it at Améla’s slightly irked and disappointed face. He had ever changing interests, this week's medium was photography.

“I’m saying you don’t get invited to parties ‘cause your boyfriend, Preston Avenforth whatever his name is, Seaworth the 4th, looks like a narc.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth before pulling out the cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke toward Améla. “Just come alone this time, or bring your cute friend. The girl with the nickname that sounds like she’s a fifty-year-old plumber. Summit, like Frank, or Jim, wasn’t it?”

He smirked. For reasons, subtle and obvious, despite his obvious shortcomings in tact and connections. There was a rumor Améla heard about him always having the best sort of drugs at parties; that he was a drug dealer or he was shagging one. Functionally it made little difference.

He laid down on the concrete bench to snap another pic of Améla as she adjusted the heavy easel and canvas. Adding more grit to the already grimey jean jacket that was by now mostly made of patches anyway.

“Professor Cressida says we’re supposed to be practicing our en plein air painting.”

“Yeah, well. I’m doing independent work study, aren’t I?” Oggy snapped another picture. “ ‘Sides, Cressida loves me. Speaking of, her star pupil is having a show tonight. Nora, you know her, she likes you. Forget your boyfriend and come to the afterparty.”

“He’s not my boyfriend…” Améla tried to concentrate on her painting, the way the light played against the leaves of the tree. Ignoring the snap of Oggy’s camera, and avoiding delving into what exactly her relationship with Seaworth was.

“Even better.” Oggy rolled to sit up on the bench again. “I’ve got a sort of friend who just had a row with his own trustfund-tryst you two can commiserate while I chat up less miserable people.”

Améla stilled her paint brush to glare at him angrily, having set up her palette while he was droning on. “I’m not miser-” Oggy, infuriatingly, snapped another picture right in her face. “Ugh! Oggy what are you even doing?”

“No, sorry love. Didn’t mean you were miserable. Just Kiri’s being a right ass to be around and I need him to meet some new people just to lighten up. As for what I’m doing, I am taking photos of a soon to be famous artist. Photos like this are sure to be in demand one day.”

“Right” Améla set back to work rolling her eyes and paused, teeth biting into her bottom lip. “Do you really think so?”

“Know so. Showed some of my pictures to Riza--art agent-- brilliant lady.” He said by way of explanation. “Your paintings in the photos were the only things she was interested in.” Smiling Oggy was just about to launch into some other spiel when Professor Cressida crested the hill, walking down the campus path toward them.

“Oggy, class time is for class work. Not for bothering other students.”

“Course ma’am, only just took a break. Easel must’ve fallen.” Oggy rolled off the bench reaching for the easel he abandoned to the side. Cressida, smirking, went to Améla’s side to give her notes.

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meganshinsou-tm · 4 years

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Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter fifteen: seesaw

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: panic/anxiety attack, depictions of past physical/emotional abuse

❧ chapter song: Trivia 轉 : Seesaw by BTS

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Kirishima sat in his studio, trying and failing to draw a large scale piece of something that he wasn’t even sure of. His mind was too crowded. Too dark.

A jumble of graphic scenes from a hit he had just come back from the day before flashed before his eyes. It always took him time to re-adjust when coming back home after those jobs. The red-head would lock himself away in his studio and draw to let out the rest of his anger and savagery, especially since you were around now. The more time he spent with you lately though, the more you’d notice these mood changes, not like you didn’t before, but he didn’t exactly know that.

Now that he allowed himself to confess his feelings and get closer to you, Kirishima also allowed you state your concerns about these random moods. Before you always kept to yourself and worried quietly, now though, you could go to him and pester him with questions.

“Why are you bleeding?” “How did you get that gash?” “Who did this to you?”

Each time those small hands of yours would cup his face, (e/c) eyes looking up at him with worry and anger. Each time he’d brush it off with excuses that never made sense but you never pressed for more. Each time you told him you weren’t buying the bullshit but that you knew he’d tell you the truth eventually then proceed to heal him and the others if they needed it.

Not only was Kiri grateful that you never pushed for more information, he was also grateful that you were still there. You knew something dangerous was happening to him, that he was subjecting himself to it but you still stayed by his side. Even if that meant letting him be alone for hours while he tore board after board of canvas apart from not being able to create something, his studio becoming a mess of art supplies and paint or charcoal all over his scarred and tattooed skin. You’d leave him alone until it was more than you could take and always, he’d hear a familiar knock and soft command at his door.

“Eijirou, let me in.”

Every time he heard those words, Kirishima would stop what he was doing and relief would flood over his body. The tightness in his chest would start to slowly diminish and little by little he felt like he could breathe again. Doing the same as every other time, Kiri sat up and cracked the tired bones in his neck then smiled.

“It’s unlocked little one.”

He heard the door opening as he gathered his utensils and placed them in the middle of the canvas that was nothing but a mess of colors and shapes. Your footsteps were coming closer to him and soon enough, arms wrapped around his neck and your body was pressed against his back. Soft (h/c) tresses fell over his shoulder and your lips were kissing at his cheek. Instantly, Kirishima melted and hummed, all his anger, violence, all the colors and words in his head suddenly blurring until there was nothing but one word as you spoke it softly and ran fingers through his hair.

“Eijirou.”

Just the way you said his name could make the massive raging beast inside of him calm.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You asked.

Kirishima smiled and shook his head and turned it to you. His red eyes lit up when they fell upon you for the first time since that morning when he arrived and you healed him then let him run off to hide. His arm moved, top half turning and hand grabbing your hip to walk you around and stand before him. Kirishima brushed back your hair before placing a kiss to your forehead and holding your hand in his, the other cupping your cheek.

“I’m better now little one but there is one thing I do need.”

“What is it Ei, anything.”

The red-head leaned closer, his hand pulling your face in and a knowing smile growing on your lips. The distance was closed when finally he captured your mouth with his, kissing you sweetly and softly, his hands moving to pick your body up to sit on his lap. You squealed with delight and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing each other continuously as Kirishima held and pet you all over, his hands touching you softly as if he could easily break you, which he could.

Your own hands wandered the sharp edges of his jaw, his pliant cheeks and fingers brushed over his scarred eyebrow and into his hair. More and more, Kirishima could feel that beast being tamed and shooed back into its cage, tail tucking between its legs and he was able to emerge from the dark and take its place. He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was able to touch, hold and kiss you when he pleased now, he was able to satisfy his cravings - his needs. What made it better was how you were just as eager and needy for him in return. It didn’t even need to be kisses, it could just be soft nuzzles and secure hugs here and there, touches to his face and his hands holding yours.

The kisses were slowly dying down, your lips were now kissing each other’s cheeks and lingering, barely brushing along skin.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this or how easy and normal it feels.”

You softly giggled and pulled away to look at Kirishima.

“Now just imagine how it could’ve been this way a long time ago but you just had to be a stubborn ass.”

The man smirked and started to tickle your sides, making you laugh loudly and also panic as your body started to slowly slip from his lap.

“Kiri, s-stop I’m gonna fall on my ass!”

Kirishima laughed while he stopped then roughly tugged you back up into his lap, face to face and smiling. “Little one, I’ll never let you fall ... on your ass.”

Your eyes rolled. “Aren’t you fucking romantic!”

He chuckled and you pat his arms, silently asking to be released and set back down on the floor. Kirishima stood from his stool and stretched his arms above his head, his shirt rising enough to show his waistline and you taking the chance to claw at it. Kirishima grunted and quickly snatched your wrist, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“Watch it baby girl, don’t go starting shit you can’t finish.”

“I should be telling you that Mr. Cockblock.”

Kiri playfully flicked your forehead before stealing another kiss.

“I hate you.”

Smiling, you reached up and pinched his cheek, “I hate you too. Now, let's get this mess cleaned up and close the shop. Everyone else is gone already!”

Kirishima ruffled you hair and did as told. After a few minutes the two of you were finally done and walking out of his studio. Working together to make sure everything else in the shop was locked and turned off before heading out.

You snuggled inside your coat as snow fell, walking to the edge of the curb and waiting while Kirishima locked the doors. A weird chill came over you, body suddenly going stiff and your senses becoming hyper-aware. The wind blew and there was an eerie silence all around. It felt like someone was watching you, causing you to look up and down the street. Something felt off and wrong.

“You alright little one?” Kirishima asked, coming up behind you and causing you to slightly jump. His brow quirked and he stepped closer, taking your hand and squeezing it. “What’s wrong babe?”

Your eyes scanned the area again and your head shook. “Nothing.”

Kirishima knew you were lying though, your breathing was irregular, continuous puffs of air becoming visible in the cold and your cheeks becoming pale. He cupped your cheek, turning you to look at him.

“Fine then. Listen though, if you aren’t busy tonight, how about you come to my place and hangout. It’s been a few weeks and you still have yet to come over even though I’ve been to your place plenty of times, plus - I think it’s time you met the other girl in my life. What do you say, no pressure though, I’ll take you home later if you want.”

Your hand squeezed Kiri’s and a thankful smile grew on your face. “That sounds great handsome. Will food be involved?”

“Of course, what kind of man would I be to let my girl starve huh?”

Kiri smiled and hooked his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him to hug his side as you started to walk towards his truck.

“Let’s hurry and get you out of this cold baby girl and we’ll make a few stops on the way.”

Happily you went along with Kirishima until you were safe inside his vehicle and leaving the shop.

But when his truck rounded the corner and was out of sight, a figure emerged from its hiding spot in the shadows. The man walked into the middle of the street, a grin on his face while fishing his cell from his pocket and dialing a number. As he waited, he lit a cigarette.

“Hey, tell him I found her.”

Once parked inside of Kirishima’s garage, he got out and walked over to your side of the truck to open the door. You smiled and he took your hand to help you down from the vehicle. Together you both gathered the groceries that you stopped to get before heading to his place, Kiri had promised to feed you and also got other goodies to snack on throughout the night.

Now standing before the door, he unlocked it and slowly opened it, his head peeking in and looking around before motioning you inside. Your eyebrow quirked and Kiri grinned when you walked in ahead of him and inside, he followed behind into the quiet house. You were minding your business, searching in the dimly lit kitchen for the counter-tops to place the bags on. Out of nowhere Kirishima whistled sharply, making you jump and yelp. Not too long after the sound of paws could be heard hitting the hard floor and rushing into the kitchen.

“Here she comes,” Kiri chuckled.

You hurried to dump the groceries on the counter then went to stand beside Kirishima. Sure enough a grey and white pit bull came barreling out of a room down the hall, quickly halting to a stop just a few steps before the two of you and looking bashful, her ears lowering and body cowering. You quietly gasped and touched Kirishima’s shoulder, looking at him.

“Should I move?”

He smiled and shook his head, grabbing your hand and crouching down, asking you to do the same.

“No little one, she’s just shy. Pits are scared of their own shadow and she’s special, I told you I got her from a shelter, so she’s cautious of new people. Don’t worry though, just do as I say.” You nodded and Kiri reached out his other hand, softly clicking his tongue at the dog who watched you both with curious eyes. “Hey mama, it’s okay. We like her, see,” he cooed at the animal before turning to kiss your cheek. “Come here precious.”

Slowly but surely, Duchess started to make her way towards the two of you. You were instructed to hold out your hand and try talking to her as well, not that much a challenge at all. Gently you moved to sit on the floor, free hand reaching out palm up for the dog.

“Hey there cutie, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

Duchess licked and smacked her jowls, tail starting to wag so much her body was wagging as well. She blinked and started to move faster, her wet snout nuzzling at your hand and allowing you to pet her face. You awed and scratched her until she was melting into your lap on the floor and panting. You took it upon yourself to start petting and loving her all over, cooing and making kissing noises. Kirishima smiled and joined in on the belly rubs.

“See, she’s just a big baby. Now she’s gonna be stuck to you like fucking glue.” He chimed and pat the dogs side.

“I don’t mind that one bit, I could never get tired of this sweet baby!”

Duchess happily groaned and turned over on her back, wiggling side to side and smiling.

“You’re a spoiled brat huh?” Kirishima chuckled before looking at you with a smile. “Now that the two of you have finally met, how about we start making dinner.”

You nodded and gave Duchess a few pats before getting off the floor with Kiri’s help. He kissed your cheek and went to the counters to start un-bagging the food. You took a minute to look around the place and hummed.

His home was big and spacious, very warm and colored in dark moody colors. The walls decorated similarly like the tattoo shop with oni masks and artwork. The living room could be looked into from the kitchen and you pouted upon seeing a bare Christmas tree set up before a massive window. Rubbing the side of your neck you went to help Kiri.

“Why isn’t your tree decorated yet?”

The red-head looked over to the object in question and shrugged while he set-up the ingredients to prep.

“Uh I just haven’t had time I guess, it’ll probably stay that way. I usually don’t even get a tree, I was just suckered into buying it from those kids selling them.”

“You don’t like Christmas or something?” You questioned.

“Nah I like it, I don’t do much for it though. It’s been just me and the guys for years now. We always just go to the bar or get together at the shop. We don’t really care too much for all the fancy extra’s of the holiday you know. We’ll have a meal and all but that’s about it. What about you little one?”

You swallowed thickly and shrugged before taking an onion from him and started to peel it so you could start dicing it.

“I love Christmas. I love the lights, music, the smells and just all of it but I don’t celebrate it I think. It’s been so long since I’ve had a real Christmas, I can’t even remember my last one. You know - so much shit has happened in the past two years, or is it three ... hmm. Anyway, I’ve sort of tried to just block everything out, repress it all.”

You sniffled and scrunched your nose, the powerful fumes of the onion started to make its way into your sinuses. Kirishima was marinating and cutting up pieces of beef, lost in thought at what you had said. It pained his heart to hear that you seemed to love the holidays but wasn’t lucky enough to experience them. He thought back to when the two of you were shopping and you were like a kid going crazy over all the Christmas lights and decorations.

It didn’t take long for Kirishima to decide that he was going to change what Christmas was to you, this was something easy and very sentimental that he could do for you. If you wanted Christmas, the lights, the music, the treats and the whole big cheesy ordeal of it all, then he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make that happen for you.

“Well what do you say we start forming some good memories for you to keep stored in that cute little head of yours. The holidays are all about traditions right?”

You stopped dicing, using the back of your hand to rub away the tears from your eyes and wipe your nose before looking at Kirishima, a faint smile on your face.

“I think they are.”

“Then let’s make our own, you and me, the guys. You’re part of the shop, the family, and you’re part of me now. We can start with that sad looking tree in there.”

“Ei, I - I don’t know how to decorate a tree, I don’t know how to - Christmas.”

The tattooed man chuckled and finished with his task, washed his hands and dried them before moving closer to you, turning and placing a hand on the counter and the other on your lower back.

“Decorating is easy and it’ll be fun, it doesn’t have to be perfect little one, just as long as you’re happy and enjoying yourself. You’ll know how to Christmas in no time, we’ve got years to perfect your skill.”

“Years huh?” You smiled and bit your lip.

Kirishima nodded and let his hand glide from your back and up your spine until it came to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jawline.

“You heard me. Now that I have you (Y/N), I don’t plan on letting you go. I wasted too much time fucking off and fucking up with you, I plan on redeeming myself for the rest of my life, so that involves a shit ton of Christmas’s, birthdays, Thanksgiving, excetera, excetera. You okay with that?”

Your lips pouted, the strong vapors of the onions and Kiri’s words making you tear up even more. You stopped chopping and grabbed a towel to wipe your hands. Irritated eyes looking back into piercing ruby red ones. Your bottom lip quivered.

“What if someone tries to take me from you though …”

Kirishima shook his head, thumb tracing your bottom lip to still it.

“That won’t ever happen. I won’t ever let that happen. I’d fucking break myself over and over again and do whatever it takes to keep you safe and with me. I’d find you and whoever is stupid enough to try and pry you from not only my hands but five other pairs, they won’t even live long enough to regret what they did. No one is taking you from me, ever.”

A relieved sigh left your lips and your body relaxed. You’ve been told before by the others that no matter what you’d be protected but to hear it coming from Kirishima’s own mouth now, only made it that much more real and believable.

“No one is taking me from you.”

Kirishima grinned and nodded. He leaned in closer, seeking out a kiss and having his wish granted when you closed the distance and desperately kissed him. The desperation diminished though once Kirishima took the lead by lightly nipping at your lip and kissing you softly as if trying to convey every word he just said with affection. The kiss made you feel like he was saying, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

When it broke, Kirishima pecked your cheek and hummed.

“Now, let's get this all cooked, eat, then start on our new tradition, okay?”

You nodded with a smile and Kirishima ruffled your hair before he went back to prepping and started to cook. Once you were done with your tasks, you went to play with Duchess in the living room while Kiri cooked. When it was done, you both sat down at the counter and ate, Duchess eating her own food at your feet. When dinner was over, put up, and the dishes cleaned, Kiri rubbed his palms together and clapped.

“You ready to start decorating my little elf?”

Nodding, you rubbed the side of your neck and nervously smiled.

“Yeah but I’ll probably be shit at it so don’t laugh and don’t expect a marvelous looking tree.”

Kirishima smiled and pulled you into a hug. “There is no right or wrong way to decorate a tree little one, plus we’re starting our own tradition so it can be anything we want it to be. Since I don’t usually decorate I only have the basics like lights and a few ornaments. I can get some supplies together and if you want we can make our own stuff too since you know, your boyfriend is talented as fuck and you’re not so bad yourself with all the practicing you’ve been doing.”

You smiled and pinched Kiri’s cheek.

“That sounds like a plan! Can we play music too? Maybe not the usual holiday music, let's make a playlist of all our favorites!”

Kiri agreed and the two of you quickly made a playlist, it was full of different artists and genres, metal, rap, k-pop, instrumental and indie music. Once it was playing through a set a speakers, Kirishima went to grab the few decorations he had that all fit into one plastic bin. Together you strung the lights around the tree and hung up the few ornaments he had, once they were all used, the tree could pass for being decent but you both decided it needed more! One idea came to mind for you and had you gasping then running to your bag that sat on the couch. You pulled out a small pink camera that produced medium sized polaroid pictures.

“We can decorate it with some pictures, of you and me, Duchess. We’ll take some throughout the night then put them up later, if you have string I can punch holes in them and tie them in a line. I also have pictures of us and the guys from the shop we can use as well.”

A smile came to Kiri’s face and he nodded.

“Hmm, I can make some origami stars out of some old sketch pages I have and some of yours if you want!”

“Origami? Geez what a fucking nerd.” You snorted while checking the film in the camera and taking a picture of Duchess where she laid on the floor, rolling around with her tongue out.

“Hey do you want ornaments or not?”

Your eyes rolled before looking at Kirishima with a smile. He smiled back and left long enough to go get his old sketch books from his room, along with other items such as scissors, string and other things you’d need for all the handmade ornaments. Without another word, the two of you got to work on creating, you making a string of polaroids and taking a few here and there of yourself and Kiri. Him focusing on his origami and Duchess going back and forth between you.

A few hours went by and more and more the tree was starting to come along. The stars Kirishima made were actually quite nice and gave it an artsy look along with the pictures. Even a few of Duchess’s old collars were added to the mix. As you walked around the tree, starting to string up the last of the polaroids, a song started to play that caused you to squeal.

Kirishima popped his head out from behind the fridge at the sound, not seeing you behind the tree. He knew he didn’t need to feel uneasy but he did and made his way back into the living room.

“Babe you okay?”

“Banbokdwen shiso shisogeim,” you sang with a smile while coming into view from around the tree.

Kiri sighed and shook his head, watching you slowly starting to dance. All night long you sang and danced to the songs you knew and loved. Kirishima always watching and thinking how much he loved this tradition already. He went to go back to the kitchen but your volume raised and sounded panicked as you lunged for him and grabbed his hand, tugging his body back with a pout on your face.

“Dance with me, another tradition, I demand it!”

There was a look that grew on the mans face that read ‘please don’t make me’ but you only giggled and nodded, continuing to sing and trying to lure him in with your dancing.

“All right banbokdwen shisogeim ijeseoya kkeucheul naeboryeo hae.”

Rolling his eyes, Kirishima sighed and finally fell into step with you, making you smile bigger than ever when he took both your hands. Just like that night at the club, you both found a rhythm together quickly and moved along with the steady and mellow beat. Neither of you were bad dancers at all, doing little twists and turns here, Kiri dipping your body playfully and both of you lightly bouncing together. All these traditions that were being made that night may have seemed silly or dumb to others but they made you utterly happy and that made him happy and Kirishima would be damned if he forgot a single one of them.

His red eyes never left you the duration of the song and as it slowed to its end he couldn’t help but be consumed by the tone and swiftly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. Smiling, quietly you sang the rest of the song upon his cheek, lips brushing against it and his own nuzzling your cheek in return with a smile. Your head turned to look at the tree and you sighed, Kirishima’s eyes followed.

“Think it’s done?”

Your lips jutted out and you hummed.

“It is but it’s missing something! Oh - look, it’s missing a topper, like a star or an angel, if you’re religious or whatever.”

“Ah - I gotcha,” he responded then smirked, “Actually, I have just the thing for it!”

“But we used everything in the - ah!”

You yelled out at Kirishima unwrapping you from around him and hoisting you up like a child over his head while walking towards the tree and laughing.

“I’ve got a perfectly good angel right here!”

“Shut your fucking mouth that is so cheesy, you better put me down!”

“Or what little one?” Kiri replied and started to tickle the bottoms of your thighs he held, making you squirm above him.

“Eijirou Kirishima, I will fuck you up, stop I’m gonna fall!”

The red-head chuckled and dropped you in the air, making you squeal until he caught you again in his arms. Your hands covered your face, chest heaving and your heart raced from the adrenaline. When you peaked between your fingers, Kirishima had a cocky smile on his face.

“How are you supposed to fuck me up looking like a scared little baby back bitch?” He teased while standing you on your feet.

“Oh you fucker, it’s on!” You challenged and pushed at his chest with all you had.

The massive man only laughed and took a step back, deflecting every punch you swung at him and giving you playful little jabs to the stomach and side in between. You giggled and kept trying, landing a few solid punches to his stomach and kicking at his sides.

“You’re like a mad little cub, it’s adorable!”

“Fuck you you spiky haired bastard!” You replied and went to kick at him again, this time his hand catching your ankle and making you immediately regret your decision. “Ei, let’s talk this out!”

“Uh-huh, you’re mine now!”

He smirked and tugged your ankle, making you hop on one leg towards him, arms flailing and almost falling back on your ass before he wrapped an arm around your midsection and tossed you over onto the massive couch. Before you could get up and try to crawl away he was already hovering over you tickling at your sides as you pleaded for mercy.

“What - where’s all that shit talking now little badass?”

“Eiji!” You whined and tried to pout but it was useless from how hard you laughed and smiled.

“Beg like a good little girl and I’ll stop.” You scoffed and tried to punch at him again but Kirishima growled and took both your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head roughly with a smirk. “Beg.”

Your eyes narrowed at the massive man as he stared back, red eyes dark and hungry looking. A short chuckle left your throat and your eyes rolled at him before tilting your head, lips pouting and a leg slowly wrapping around his waist as you whined.

“Please Eijirou, I’ll be a good girl and do whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” Kirishima licked his lip and leaned in closer, his hands tightening around your wrists and making you gasp at the soft kiss being placed under your jaw, “Then say my name again.”

You were now panting just from the way Kirishima’s voice spoke to you, how his hands around your small wrists were rough and possessive and how his lips kept brushing against the skin of jaw and neck just enough to drive you insane. A genuine pitiful whimper rang in the back of your throat and your fingers clenched into fists.

“Eijirou.”

“Good girl,” he breathed on the corner of your mouth before finally kissing you and making your body keen under him. Your leg wrapped around him tighter, hips rising to met his own and causing him to groan, sharp teeth taking your lip between them. “My good girl.”

You whimpered more and nearly lost it when Kirishima let go of one wrist, placing his hand on your hip and pulling it up so he could rut against you. When both hands were free, they scrambled to the hem of his shirt and eagerly tugged it upwards. He chuckled and let you pull it over his head and drop it onto the floor.

Your mouths met again, getting more and more hungry by the second as tongues tasted and teeth gnawed, your sweater soon finding the floor next to Kiri’s. Over and over you made soft and sweet sounds, also repeating your lovers name and egging him on more and more.

“Ah, Eijirou,” you moaned when his hand softly squeezed your breast over the black bra.

Soon kisses and bites were trailing down your neck, collarbone and sternum. Kirishima smiling and running a finger down the ink of the octopus that laid before him. He kissed further to the side and pushed up the band of your bra enough to let him kiss at the very tattoo he placed on you. Smiling, your hands tangled in his messy red hair while more sweet and soft kisses were gifted to your ribs and stomach.

Kirishima always loved how the majority of your skin was still devoid of any ink, still blank and perfect, clear like a fresh canvas. To him, you were the clean part of him, sweet and bright, a new slate he could start over with. He would do everything in his power to keep you this way, cherish every single inch of you and only tarnish your skin with the evidence of his love for you.

You sighed once he kissed your navel, one hand holding your right hip and his thumb brushing over the skin of it. You trembled though when his thumb contacted with the scar that rest a few inches from your hip bone.

The red-head stopped everything at once and his eyes moved to the scar. He had completely forgotten all about it, not just that one in particular but all your scars. This was the first time he was literally face to face it and he carefully touched the pinkish flesh again. Just like before you trembled and whimpered quietly.

“Does it hurt?”

Your head shook and you slowly sat up on your elbows to look down at him. “Not physically, there’s just this phantom feeling left behind I guess.”

“I’m sorry little one,” he replied and lowered his face, placing his lips to the scar and gently kissing it.

This time you didn’t tremble like before, instead you hummed happily and pet his hair. Kirishima continued to examine the scar, his heart feeling heavy and chest tight at the realization of its location.

Doing what he did behind your back, the hitman knew all the detrimental spots on the human body that could easily end someone’s life or cause them agonizing slow pain. He could tell the scar tissue was thick and damaged, letting him know that you weren’t stabbed just once but multiple times in the same spot. You were tortured, that much wasn’t a secret considering the other scars he remembered seeing that night at Sero’s.

“I bled for two days, only allowed to heal myself enough to where I wouldn’t actually bleed out. Finally when he thought I had learned my lesson he let me heal it fully but there was already so much damage and I was too weak and too tired to even care so I just let it heal on its own. To think that was just a warning, I should’ve learned my lesson after that but I’m a brat remember?” You chuckled.

Kirishima’s red eyes glared up at you, obviously not amused.

“Okay, not my best joke,” you frowned and rubbed the side of your neck before sighing. “Do you want to know - about the others I mean. I might as well show and tell you now since we’ve gotten this far right? Plus I don’t have anything to hide from you.”

“Does that mean you’ll tell me who your ex is then?”

“Okay I have one thing to hide from you!” You laughed and sat up on your palms, touching Kirishima’s cheek with one hand and smirking. “I can’t tell you Ei, not right now. I promise though when the time is right I will.”

“What if it's too late then huh? How am I supposed to protect you when I don’t know who to protect you from!” He pleaded and pressed his forehead to yours, “(Y/N), if anything happened to you when I can easily prevent it, I’d fucking lose myself.”

“I know Eijirou, the same goes for you. This is the only way I know how to protect you and the guys. For now let’s just take this one step at a time okay, we both have secrets we’re keeping from each other right now and obviously these secrets are dark but I trust that you’ll tell me when you’re ready, so just trust me as well okay?”

Kirishima sighed and cupped the back of your neck, lifting his head to place a kiss to your forehead and deciding to give up for now and take what you were willing to offer at this moment.

“Okay little one. But you fucking promise me that if anything ever feels weird or you can just sense something is going to happen, please, please tell me. Remember, no one is taking you from me and I’ll kill the bastard who thinks they can.”

“I promise Red.”

Kiri nodded and sat back on his knees, hands moving down to rub your thighs. He was aching to see the burns again and to learn more. Nervously, his hand moved to the button of your jeans, slowly un-doing it as he looked to you.

You watched, letting him do what he pleased, lifting your hips to help him pull the jeans down and off before tossing them to the floor. Kirishima swallowed the lump in his throat once he looked upon the reddish-purple burns, the hand-prints charred onto you skin and let his own drag down them. Shockingly the skin was still soft, raised in areas and cold to the touch.

“These weren’t a warning, more so just him showing off really. I walked in on something I shouldn't have like always, I had terrible fucking luck. After the first warning, when things like that happened, he would just let me go on about my day and deal with me later that night but this time there was an audience, new people who didn’t know about me and didn’t know that I knew better than to dare speak of anything that went on in that house. But they panicked and were way too fucking paranoid, so he made a demonstration of my ‘loyalty’ and blind love to him.”

You paused and looked at the burns, your own hand touching one of the hand-prints as your teeth chewed your bottom lip and for a split second you actually missed the fucker. Quickly you shook the feeling from your head and cleared your throat before continuing.

“He uh - he ordered two of personal minions to grab and pin me down to this table and he stood at the end of it, taking his knife and using it to cut off my pants and toss them, he could’ve just used his quirk to burn them off but he wanted to humiliate me, show the power he held over me. He said he loved me before grabbing my thighs and burning them. No one batted an eye or looked away, no one helped - they just watched as he continuously tortured me. They even laughed you know and applauded him.”

You cleared your throat, trying to will away the pain in your voice.

“’You love me too don’t you, so much that you’d die before opening that pretty little mouth right?’ I cried and screamed that I’d never betray him ever, over and over again until I couldn’t anymore and it was true. Because even when he was maiming me, he still looked at me with those eyes as if they would never let me get hurt and he talked with that voice that made me believe this really was just how love is - suffering and complying no matter what. I - I’m pretty fucking stupid huh?”

Kirishima sat there before you, one hand on your thigh, on the same spot that monster laid his own hands and left permanent marks.

He was livid, raging, seeing red.

All he wanted to do was find that bastard and adopt some of Deku’s sadistic methods for himself and hear the guy screaming in agony, laughing in his face just like he did to you. Kiri wanted nothing more than to demand his name, his breathing picking up and teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek. His opposite hand clutching at the couch cushion beneath him and slowly starting to tear until your own hand touched his and that sweet voice said that magic word.

“Eijirou.”

All at once, Kirishima came back to his senses, the red clearing once he looked at you staring back at him, waiting patiently for some sort of response. Normally, he wouldn’t think before he spoke and that always backfired on him. Things were different now, you weren’t hiding anything, you were giving him answers he wanted, one in particular he wasn’t going to get anytime soon, but this was good, this was a start and he needed to be there for you more than anything.

His red eyes blinked and he took a deep breath.

“I - I don’t know what to say to that. I mean there is a lot I want to say but that’s not what you need right now. I’m just trying to let this sink in without going off the fucking handle. I’m trying to be what you need me to be right now little one.”

You shook your head, fingers interlocking with his own and your other hand running through his hair.

“Ei, that’s perfectly fine. I don’t expect you to know what to say to something like this. Just as long as you can still want and love me the way I am now, knowing that this will always be on my body, then that’s all I need. I don’t need you to pity me or feel sorry because I’m over it all, I’ve moved on and I got out, I realized how what he did to me wasn’t love at all ... it was cruelty and abuse. I shouldn’t have been so dumb and it’s my fault for not realizing that until I was a-almost dead … f-fuck I was so c-close ... I c-could’ve d -”

You weren’t sure when it happened, but somewhere in your response you started to cry, not realizing till the memory of waking up cold with a knife in your back had you hyperventilating and reaching out for Kirishima.

Not hesitating for even a second, he quickly grabbed and pulled you into his lap, your arms and legs desperately wrapping around him as you started to sob into the crook of his neck. He held you close, rubbing your back and not letting go. Kirishima gently rocked you in his lap, Duchess making her way onto the couch and laying down next to him, her head resting on his thigh and letting out a pitiful whimper.

“It’s alright mama, I’ve got her,” Kirishima spoke to the dog, letting go enough to scratch her head then hold you with both arms again and he kiss your hair.

“Listen to me, none of that shit was your fault, none of it! That guy is fucked up and he took advantage of the massive heart you have alright? I can’t say much because in the beginning I treated you like shit, I strung you along and hurt you, so I’m no better than him but I swear on my life I’d never lay my hands on you. Thinking of you suffering there alone, thinking of you thinking that what he did was love, it sucks. All of that was his fault, you’re innocent (Y/N), all you’re guilty of is loving someone who didn’t deserve it, who didn’t deserve you. Hell I don’t deserve you, not after what I’ve put you through but even after all that shit with that monster and with me, your heart is still so fucking massive and so full of love that you’re willing to give me a second chance and I promise I’m not going to fuck that up. You’re the only good thing in my life, you hear me?”

He paused and pulled back, his hands cupping your face and staring into your watery eyes, his own tearing up.

“You’re strong, so fucking strong! You’re beautiful and kind, sweet and caring. I don’t care what scars you have, how big they are, I love you and I’ll love those scars as well because they are you. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy, smiling and most of all I’ll show you what love is, how you deserve to be loved. And hey, it’ll take a few sessions and some long hours but if you truly want those burns gone you’ve got me and two other guys that can do just that - together we can turn those scars into something beautiful just for you.”

You sniffled and cracked a tiny smile. “We can?”

“Of course we can little one, but only if you want to. Don’t think that I’ll love you any less for having those, don’t think that you have to be ashamed of them and hide them. It’s your choice to embrace them however you want or cover them up. No matter what you’re still beautiful and I’ll still love you.”

“Eijirou -” you breathed out before kissing him with quivering lips and hugging his neck, “I love you.”

The man sighed and hugged you back, sitting there and comforting you for a few more minutes in silence. After a while you started to grow heavier, your fingers tracing his back randomly and yawns filling his ear. Kiri smiled and kissed your cheek, lightly patting your thigh.

“Here little one, lay down for a bit while I go turn off some things and lock up, I’ll get us a blanket too,” he spoke while turning and easily laying you down on the couch, Duchess immediately curling up next to you, “Keep an eye on her for me, I’ll be right back.”

Your hand clung to one of his lazily, slipping as he stood and quietly backed away.

A few minutes later Kirishima was back, blanket and a few pillows in hand and in some sweats, he turned off all the lights, leaving just the glow of multi-colored lights from the christmas tree to illuminate the living room warmly.

Just as suspected you were passed out, turned on your side and hugging Duchess who laid on her side facing you. The red-head chuckled and leaned over to kiss her ear and pet her back before laying down on the other side of you. Your body was slightly trembling from the somewhat cold air, being that you were only in your underwear. Kirishima snuggled up close, wrapping the thick blanket he brought with him over your bodies and gently placing a pillow under your head. You hummed upon feeling the warmth of the blanket and his body, legs unconsciously intertwining with his and back pressing into his chest.

“Eij,” you sighed out, head turning back to him and eyes trying to flutter open.

Kirishima shushed you, one hand curling around and playing with your hair and the other arm holding you. “I’m here, go back to sleep baby.”

“But ... the other one ... didn’t tell you …” you mumbled.

At first he was confused, a red brow quirking before he looked down enough to see that last scar stretching across your shoulder blade. Sighing, Kiri leaned closer and kissed the scar before laying his head down and cuddling you closer, speaking softly into your hair.

“We’ve talked enough for tonight,” he kissed your hair, “I love you little one.”

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↳ chapter four: vermilion pt. 2

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: blood, nightmares, stab/bullet wounds

❧ chapter song: Vermilion Pt. 2 by Slipknot

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(E/c) eyes sparkled and blinked down at Kirishima, his heart skipped a beat when a gleaming smile grew on your face. His cheek felt warm making his red eyes glance down to see you cradled in his arms, the growing smile on his face quickly faded when his entire body felt warm yet his blood ran cold.

Red, everything was crimson red, both your bare bodies drenched in blood - who it belonged to, he didn't know. There were no wounds on your skin, your breathing wasn't labored, in fact you were still smiling at him as if you both weren't soaked in warm red liquid.

"(Y/N), what's happening?"

Your other hand went to cup Kirishima's opposite cheek, the pad of your bloody thumb brushing his skin and painting it with the metallic smelling fluid.

"What are you talking about Kiri?"

"All this blo –" he stopped when he went to motion at the scene, there wasn't anymore blood, no where in sight.

Your skin was clean and flawless, pressed against his. Kirishima's jaw dropped struggling for words. Your body shifted in his hold until you were sitting in his lap, straddling his muscular hips with your thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. He felt hands rubbing his nape, one trekking up into his relaxed red hair. Fingers lightly massaged and calmed him, making a sigh leave his lips as you pressed your forehead to his.

Kirishima breathed in your all too familiar chocolaty rich scent, his nerves easing and endorphins rushing. Your lips kissed the bridge of his nose and your hands slowly cupped his face. Strong tattooed and protective arms encased your frame and pulled you closer.

"Let me in Kiri," you breathed out softly.

A dark brow rose and red eyes glanced up at you, Kirishima shook his head, not understanding.

"What was that little one?"

Suddenly you vanished, completely disappeared from the males arms into thin air. His heart raced and his eyes scanned the darkness around him, palms slapping the cold floor beneath him and making a disgusting wet sound.

Kirishima brought his hands before his red eyes, heart sinking when blood drenched down them. Looking at the floor he suddenly felt dizzy at the macabre sight before him. Weakly he crawled on all fours reaching out, your body was facing away from him littered with bullet holes, a knife impaling the scar on your shoulder blade that was now freshly open and gushing blood.

"(Y/N)!"

Kirishima screamed, body jolting awake from his nightmare, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. The blood pumping organ in his chest worked overtime, adrenaline surged though his veins. He scanned his surroundings and quickly realized that he was in the comfort of his own bed. Kirishima panted and tried to catch his breath while he pulled his knees up, elbows resting on them and head hanging low. A cool breeze blew on his hot skin, making him look and see that the blanket was torn to shreds.

"Fucking great."

Kirishima jerked the tattered threads from his body and onto the floor before rising out of the bed and walking to the bathroom in his bare form. His eyes looked at the clock, 5:00 AM.

Dexterous fingers flicked on the light of the bathroom, a buzzing filling his ears from the bulbs. Kiri turned on the sink and splashed his face with cold water, causing his senses to quickly wake. Turning off the water, his hands gripped the edges of the sink, letting cold droplets run down his face.

"It isn't real ... she's okay."

Kirishima talked himself down from the images of his reoccurring nightmare until his cell started to ring on the bedside table. Taking a deep breath and shaking out the thought. he grabbed a hand towel and dried his face while walking back to the bed and answered the phone.

"Yeah? Alright let me get dressed and I'll meet you at the warehouse."

The short call ended and Kirishima wasted no time in getting dressed; dark-ripped skinny jeans hung low on his hips and a charcoal grey flannel clung to his thick and muscular chest. Dragging his feet, Kirishima went to his dresser drawers, he found some socks and slipped them on then dug out his black leather gun holster. After slipping his arms through the loops he walked to the closet and crouched down, one knee bracing the floor, and pressed on a panel of hardwood.

The panel clicked and popped up slightly, allowing Kirishima to slide it sideways and reveal an arsenal of slick oiled guns. He grabbed two handguns and secured them in each holster pocket under his arms. Next he gathered a few rounds of ammunition and a blade before moving the false panel back into place. Kiri stood back up and dug out some boots and stepped into them.

Kirishima exited his room and grabbed a bag from the floor by his front door and stuffed the ammunition and knife into it. Before grabbing a bottle of water out of his fridge, Kirishima put on a thick black coat to conceal his weapons and hung a loop of a black surgical mask from his ear. Once he made sure he had everything he needed, the red-head grabbed the bag from the floor and tossed it over his shoulder as he opened and walked out his front door.

"Well don't you look exceptionally cute today!"

You turned from the coffee maker to see a smiling Denki leaning against the entrance of the kitchen that was in the back of the shop. You scoffed and shook your head.

"Where's my lunch Kaminari?"

"Ooh, you only use my last name when your hangry," he chuckled and skipped over to your side and placed a market bag on the counter, "Good thing I brought ingredients for my special grilled cheese!"

"Uh – we don't have a stove-top or burner in here," you replied before bringing your warm mug to your lips and cooling off the pipping hot coffee inside of it.

Denki pecked your cheek making you giggle and clicked his tongue.

"Have no fear my sweet, for we have a handy dandy toaster!"

With squinted eyes you laughed, "Denki, you cannot make a grilled cheese in a fucking toaster!"

"I can and I have, just let the master show you how to get it done!"

The shop telephone started to ring and you rolled your eyes at the golden-haired male as he started to put together a sandwich.

"Whatever, I'll be right back."

Denki nodded and got to work on prepping the sandwiches. He pushed the lever down on the toaster without putting anything in it to pre-heat its coils. After buttering four slices of bread he laid them out in a line and started to add cheese.

Sliced then shredded, sliced then shredded.

You walked back in and jumped at the insane amount of cheese on the slices of bread.

"Denki, that's a lot of cheese!"

"You're damn right it is," he sprinkled more shredded cheese on the bread, "Akon and Young Geezy, tryna make make grilled cheezy!"

You laughed playfully and shoved Denki's head, moving to lean back against the small kitchen table behind him and drank your coffee. The golden boy shoved both really thick sandwiches into the toaster slots and pushed the lever down, setting it to four minutes. Almost immediately a burning smell started to permeate and you scrunched your nose.

"Are you sure about this Denki, it feels really unsafe."

Denki waved you off with a 'nah' and tapped his fingers on the counter surface, a leg crossed over the other and a hand on his hip.

Not even a minute later smoke was starting to constantly waft from the toaster in a steady stream like a cigarette. Your eyes widened and you slurped your coffee faster, Denki didn't act like anything was alarming at all while he whistled and bopped his head side to side.

The machine then started to make a crackling and popping sound, causing you to jump at each one.

"Uh Denki, we should be concerned about that yeah?"

"It happens all the time boo, don't worry," he replied with a smile and thumbs up.

Suddenly a red flame started to rise making you let out a yell. It was small and controlled at first before it grew. You shook your head fast and pointed at the machine. Denki turned to look and started to stutter, he turned back around and chuckled sheepishly.

"Uh – that's normal?" He questioned.

"Are you asking me? You're the one that's done this before!"

A 'poof' sounded off making you both shout and jump. The flames inside the toaster were growing bigger at a fast rate. Panicking, Denki grabbed a towel and started to fan the flames, only making them ignite more.

You placed your coffee cup on the table and hurried to snatch the towel from Denki's hand and proceeded to hit him with it.

"You moron, that only makes it worse! Unplug it for fucks sake!"

It was like a light-bulb went off behind his golden eyes, he turned and went to reach for the plug until the flames literally engulfed the entire toaster, causing you both to scream frantically and jump into each other's arms. You screamed and wailed for your lives as the plastic of the toaster was starting to melt and pool onto the counter, neither of you moving to control it.

"This has never happened before! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, oh my god we’re gonna die!"

You whined and cried with Denki.

"Why isn’t the alarm going off? I don’t want to die here, dear fucking god!"

Denki squished his cheek to yours and caressed your face as the toaster fire blazed on and honestly didn't even spread any further.

"(Y/N) ... before we die ... let us share a final kiss!"

Before you could slap some sense into Denki he looked behind you and gasped before holding you closer to him and ducking to the floor.

You groaned out when he landed on top of you, gritting your teeth and rubbing your head after his shoulder knocked into it. The sound of ice cracking filled your ears and made your eyes shoot open to look at the toaster on the counter. It was encased in an ice prison, no more flames or smoke. You went to ask what happened until Denki touched the spot on your forehead that had hit his shoulder, making you whine and slap at his hand.

You looked to see him hovering over you on his hands and knees and slightly blushed when he gently rubbed the spot and apologized.

"What the hell was that?"

Your ears perked when a deep monotone voice spoke from behind you, your head craned so you could look up and your jaw dropped. Standing before you and Denki was a gorgeous fair skinned male, wearing a grey turtle neck sweater and maroon pants fitted pants that shaped his long legs.

What had you speechless was his face, it was perfect and stunning. His eyes were breathtaking, one grey and the other turquoise. White and red hair split right down the middle of his head, the red side of his bangs combed over and intermixed with the snow-white tresses revealing burned flesh around his turquoise eye.

Others may have found his tarnished skin unsightly but to you he was still utterly gorgeous. Blemishes and scars never deterred your attraction to a person, in fact your past lover was covered in them.

"Denki, did we die?"

Denki quirked a brow and chuckled, "Uh – no?"

"Then who is this literal angel looking down on me!"

Denki laughed, mentioning you bumping your head too hard and moved back to stand to his feet, leaning over he took your hand and helped you stand up. You straightened your clothes and looked at Denki who was smiling. Your eyes narrowed and immediately your hands were on his shoulders, frantically shaking him and causing his head to jerk back and forth.

"You almost fucking burned this place down you moron! You're banned from the kitchen forever!"

"Is everyone okay, I heard yelling."

You stopped shaking the moronic man before you and turned to look at the source of the new voice.

Now a tall muscular green-haired male was in the room and you gasped. Freckles adorned his cheeks and his eyes were like emeralds! Your hands released Denki and you dragged your feet walking towards the green cutie. His brow rose as you got closer, your hands reaching out for him.

Face cringing, his eyes screwed shut before you got to him before they quickly shot back open when he felt fingers grabbing his cheeks. He looked to see you holding his face extremely close to yours, your (e/c) eyes shimmered and a wide stunning smile crossed your face making him smile in return.

You awed and pinched his cheeks roughly, moving his head side to side and rubbing the tip of your nose to his, "Denki, he's so cute!"

Suddenly your hands were all over the new man's face, poking each of his freckles, tangling in his green locks. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his face straight into your chest. You hummed and pressed your cheek to his hair, hugging him tight and nuzzling him closer.

Out of nowhere Bakugou and Kirishima rounded the corner talking, their talk stopped when they looked at you. Your eyes opened to see them and you smiled.

"Baku, Kiri, can we keep him," you pulled the now violently blushing male away from your chest and grabbed his face again, showing it to the blonde and red-head as you pressed your cheek to his. "Look at him! He's like a little puppy! A smol green puppy, my smol green puppy! I'll name you green bean and you shall be my green bean!"

While you stood there baby talking and muttering words of nonsense to this blushing and now giggling man, Denki slowly walked over holding his hands up as if trying to let you know he wasn't going to harm you.

"(Y/N), give me the Deku and I'll get you some food, okay?"

You glared at Denki and pulled Deku's face back into your chest. "No, he's mine!"

You and Denki went back and forth, he desperately compromised with you and tried to pry your grip from Deku, you weren't letting up as you'd press his face to yours again, rubbed your noses together and snapped your teeth at his, mentioning how much you wanted to eat him up. Kirishima groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his head hung low in embarrassment. Bakugou chuckled as he watched you and Denki play tug of war with Deku. The two-toned male quirked a brow and looked at the blonde.

"This is the girl?"

Bakugou nodded with a smirk and walked towards you and playfully smacked your ass. You yelped and instantly let go of Deku. With a growl, your fist flew towards the handsy blonde but he caught your punch and wrapped his arms around your waist and quickly pulled you from the blushing male before you could get your hands back on him.

"Chill out princess that fucking nerd isn't going anywhere, he works here," Bakugou spoke on the shell of your ear as he dragged you over to Kirishima and the angelic looking male.

"He does?" You questioned, looking from Bakugou and to the man who stopped the toaster fire. "Does he work here too? He fits the whole unbelievably attractive profile that seems to be a thing between all of you!"

Kirishima smirked and leaned forward, placing his face close to yours as he flicked your forehead making you snap at him. "I guess you can say that little one, he is the boss in fact."

You glared at Kirishima and his cocky smile, full of gleaming sharp teeth.

A tingle ran through your body and your heart did a flip. Even after a month of endless bullshit from the red-head you never got over how beautiful his smile was, cocky or not. You wanted to kick him, until your eyes scanned across a deep gash that ran down his neck. Narrowing your eyes and looking closer, it looked fresh and like it was painful.

All the other men around you were suddenly forgotten as you weaseled your way out of Bakugou's arms and closer to Kirishima. He grunted when your hand gripped his chin and pushed it up, the fingers of your other hand gently trailing the edges of his exposed wound. The muscle in his throat bobbed when he swallowed harshly, the feeling of your fingers on his flesh felt like fire and made his heart race.

"Oh Kiri," you breathed out with concern and empathy making his heart squeeze, "What happened to you?"

Kirishima clenched a fist and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand from his chin, holding it up as he looked down on you with a scowl. (E/c) eyes looked up at him with genuine worry and question though, immediately causing his scowl to soften. He wanted to be brash and tell you to mind your own business but that face you wore, like many of your other faces had this hold over him and he couldn't do it. So Kiri loosened his grip on your wrist, unconsciously letting his thumb brush your skin.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with little one, I'm fine, it's not the worst I've had."

The panic in you visibly settled and you softened your eyes and bit your lip looking back at his ruby eyes. It didn't matter if Kirishima was a dick to you most days, the two of you could be at each other's throat and still you'd stop and put your disagreements to the side when it came to him being injured, you were that way with anyone. Having the quirk you do, you always want to help someone heal, whether they're friend or foe. You knew real pain almost more than anyone and no matter who it was, you couldn't bear to see someone you knew hurt the way that Kirishima was.

Taking a deep breath and calming yourself you brushed the skin of Kirishima’s neck again.

"Well – let me heal you at least. It's my job, right?"

Kiri smirked and nodded, tilting his head. You nodded back and flattened your hand over the wound, focusing and closing your eyes before a soft light illuminated under you palm. Kirishima's eyes widened when he felt a warm and tingly sensation where your hand touched.

He had never been healed by you before and didn't know how it felt or what to expect. The process actually felt really nice, almost like a million warm kisses littered his skin, his muscles also relaxed and the tension in his face melted like butter. A relieved sigh left Kiri's lips when an overwhelmingly calm aura washed over him. You smiled at the reaction and removed your palm, brushing your knuckles against the wound-free skin.

"There you go Kiri, now you owe me one!"

"Hah, whatever you say brat," Kirishima replied with a smirk.

He looked up to see Bakugou giving him a shit eating grin with a raised brow. The red-head rolled his eyes and released your wrist that was still in his grasp and removed your other hand from his neck.

"I gotta go get ready for an appointment coming in."

Backing up, you let Kirishima walk by, watching him make his way down the hall. Your eyes met again while he opened the door to his studio and for once he gifted you a smile before disappearing into the room.

"See Shouto, I told you she'd come in handy," Bakugou praised and wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you close to his side.

You looked at the blonde and gave him a toothless smile and looked at the man he called Shouto. He looked so serious and intimidating but you weren't going to let that scare you, after working next to four of the toughest looking guys for a month you weren't exactly easily scared by anyone anymore.

Taking a leap of faith and good fortune you reached a hand out towards the bi-colored male.

"It's nice to meet you Shouto, I'm (Y/N)," you chimed with a smile, "I'm uh – really sorry about the mess and chaos you had to walk in on. I can go out and get us a new toaster no problem."

Shouto looked at you for a second before taking your hand gently and shaking it with a very subtle smile. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure whatever caused such a catastrophe wasn't your idea," he replied and narrowed his eyes at Denki who was talking to Deku.

Shouto looked at Bakugou as he released your hand, his eyes motioned to the side and you felt your friend nodding next to you. Bakugou ruffled your hair and placed a quick peck to your temple, a type of affection that was extremely normal now between you and all the men of the shop, except for Kirishima of course.

You watched as he left your side and strode over to Denki, grabbing him by the hood of his hoodie and dragging him across the kitchen floor.

"Bro what are you doing?"

"You owe us another fucking toaster dipshit and some lunch!"

Denki whined and groaned as Bakugou hauled him out and mentioned that they should be back later, toaster and food for everyone. You chuckled at Denki pleading for you to save him, only waving and smiling as he vanished from sight. Now you were left alone with Shouto and Deku, the kitchen falling silent and the three of you stood there. You couldn't help but glance at the green-haired male when he came to stand closer to you and Shouto.

"Well, I can see why Kacchan was so eager to hire you, you're extremely friendly," Deku chuckled and rubbed the side of his neck.

"Who’s Kacchan?"

"Oh, that's just what I call Bakugou by, we've known each other since we were kids."

You awed and tilted your head, now you had something to tease the obnoxiously flirtatious blonde with.

Smiling, you held your hand out to Deku to shake it and rubbed the side of your own neck. "I'm (Y/N) by the way, sorry for really jumping in your bubble like that. Obviously I have no sense of personal space and you're just so cute! In fact, you're all insanely attractive. Please tell me there aren't anymore of you, I don't think my heart can take it."

Deku laughed and took your hand to shake, "No, we're it. And it's okay, really. It was a little shocking at first but I could get used to it."

You blushed when Deku gave you a handsome smile. Shouto cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. "(Y/N), do you mind if we all talk in my studio?"

Your heart stopped for a second and your stomach knotted, "Sure."

The tall fair skinned man could tell his question probably came off as if you were in trouble for something by the way the color in your cheeks disappeared. He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry (Y/N), you're not in trouble. I just want the three of us to catch up and get to know each other, maybe answer any questions you might have or we might have."

Instantly your body relaxed and you nodded with a smile, Shouto motioned down the hall of doors and pointed out which one was his. The three of you walked down the hall together, you and Deku bumping shoulders and giggling.

As you walked into the studio together you let out a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair.

"So if you don't mind me asking, just where have you two been?"

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