hey guys! so this is the story that was posted in @teffeneh 's book, but i thought that i might as well post it here too because... why not? ^^ hope you enjoy <3 peachy

I walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, my phone screen helping me to see better than the streetlights. "I think that this is the right place..." I shoved my phone into my small backpack, heading up the steps of a large, yet slightly shabby house.

I only had to knock on the door once before it flew open, revealing a cheerful woman with flowing black hair and a rather familiar smile. "You must be Y/n! Oh, I've been expecting you dear, please come in!"

With seemingly endless energy, she shoved me into the house. I could barely keep myself from tripping; this woman was incredibly strong for her size, yet she still managed to beat me in the height department. "Oh my goodness, how rude of me! I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Eijiro's mother, but you can just call me Sukaretto."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Sukaretto." I bowed respectfully after leaving my shoes at the entrance of the house. "Thank you for allowing me to come so suddenly."

"No worries sweetie! Eiji just loves your company anyways." She ruffled my hair while I found myself being attacked by a ferocious blush that was redder than Kirishima's hair. "He's outside training right now. Want me to go get him for you?"

"No that's alright. We had plans to do some training today anyways, but can you lead me to your restroom?" Ms. Sukaretto helped me find the bathroom so that I could change into my workout clothes. I traded out my uniform for a pair of tight shorts and a cropped hoodie, perfect for moving around.

After peaking my head out of the doorway, I could hear the faint sound of dull thuds, as if someone was hitting something else. Guessing that it was Kiri, I followed the sound.

I ended up outside, a small part of cleared nature just behind the house. I was about to rush into the lush grass when I noticed a familiar figure not too far away. His muscular figure stood tense, barely moving as his bright eyes focused solely on there target; a battered black punching bag.

"Kiri?" My words could barely be counted as a whisper, more like a formulated sigh if anything. I stayed back, not wanting to bother him in this state of absolute concentration. His hair wasn't spiked up like it usually was; instead it was down, his crimson bangs fluttered endearingly near his face.

My heart bounced around in my chest at the sight, that cumbersome crush on him coming back to haunt me. Still, I couldn't bring myself to approach him. I just wanted to watch for some reason.

Kirishima suddenly lunged, swinging a powerful right hook at the bag. It recoiled in mock pain, flying off to left. Every movement was calculated and strong. He sent off a barrage of punches and kicks, his body moving with experience. Those usually sweet eyes were filled with an indescribable ferocity, sending chills up my spine.

Kirishima's fight was over all too soon, my eyes glued to him with wonder. Sweat glistened on his skin in the sparse lighting of dusk. My heart almost exploded when I watched him rip of his shirt, casting it aside, his chest heaving. All of his tan chest was exposed; an impressive collection of muscles from his traps to his abs.

I could feel my face heat up, turning a lovely shade of embarrassment. As he stretched, I reached the conclusion that if I watched for any longer that I may melt into the floor, for my face was feeling painfully warm. After taking a deep breath, I calmed my screaming nerves enough to look and act normally... Or what was normal for me at least.

"Kirishima!" I waved at him, my bare feet touching the soft, springy grass as I sprinted across. He turned to look at me, giving me his iconic sharp-toothed grin. That is, until he stopped. I was surprised; the way it fell off of his face to be replaced by an sheepish grin. His ears and cheeks almost blended into his hair they were so red.

"H-H-Hey Y/n..." Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked toward me, meeting me in the middle of the yard. I tilted my head to the side, confused. Kiri was never like this... Ever. So what was wrong with him?

"Kiri, do you have a fever? Your face is really red..." I pushed back his hair to find space for my small hand on his forehead. "No! I'm fine!" He immediately pulled away, waving his hands around wildly. "If you say so..." I followed him back to the training area, trying to figure out what was wrong with my red-head best friend.

"Kiri! I meant to tell you! I like your hair like that!" I tried to say something that might bring him back, but, to my dismay, it only made him seem more distant. "Really?" His voice was soft, not like his usual cheery tone. "Why? It's so... Normal." He spat out the words with disdain.

"I don't think so... I think that it's cute." My response slipped out of my lips before I could stop myself. I felt my cheeks flush and Kirishima copied. He let out a dry laugh, giving me a smile that seemed almost sad. It broke my heart to see him smile like that.

I balled up my hands into fists, standing before him, my eyes curiously serious. "Fight me Kirishima."

"What?!" He took a step back, glancing at my small stature. "Y/n I'm not going-"

"FIGHT ME COWARD!" I swung at him, aiming for his jaw, but he easily caught my sloppy punch. "Is that what you see me as?" Tears dripped down his cheeks, that same sad smile on his face. Anger bubbled up inside of me. This time I aimed a low sweep for his ankles. Again he blocked me.

An uppercut, followed by a left hook. A roundhouse kick brought down into an ax. A jab, then a cross. Blocked, blocked, blocked. And with such ease.

I cried out in frustration, my hands burning from continuously smacking against his calloused palms. I glared at him, sweat dripping down my brow, my strength gone. Still, I punched his chest again and again, unable to stop the tears.

Kirishima just let me, not bothering to stop my weak punches. "Why..." I couldn't keep going any longer; all the light had faded away from the sky, leaving only the stars and the pale moon. "WHY KIRISHIMA?!" I screamed hitting him one last time before my body gave out.

He quickly caught me, wrapping me tightly in his arms. I nuzzled into his bare chest, still sobbing. "W-W-Why do you do this to yourself, Kiri?"

"What are you talking about?" I felt his breath tickling my hair as he rested his head on top of mine. "Why do you hate yourself so much?" I sniffled, choking back my sobs enough to speak.

Kirishima's grip on me tightened, his shoulders tensing. "I-I-I... I just want to be strong! That's all! But whatever I do seems to be useless, like I'm just sitting in the background. I can never do anything right, all people seem to need me for is support. I'm... I'm weak Y/n. That's why."

A stray breeze wafted through, rustling the grass so that it tickled our legs. "Kiri..." I couldn't help myself any longer; I reached up, grabbing his chin and pulling him toward me for a quick kiss. I wasn't confident enough to truly go for it, but I let our lips brush against one another.

In that fleeting moment, I felt his warm and slightly parched lips on mine. I wanted to be greedy. I wanted to hold him like that forever. But I didn't. Instead I activated my quirk, telekinetic powers, which allowed me to send him a message. "I love you."

As soon as our lips parted, I broke away from his arms and ran. "WAIT! Y/N!" Kirishima called out to me, but I couldn't stop. Tears slipped down my face, my hiccuping breaths slowing me down. I went as fast as I could, but I wasn't very strong in general. Kirishima caught up to me before I knew it.

He grabbed my wrist, keeping me from going any farther into the forest. I hid my tear-streaked face, ashamed by my own actions. "Hey, don't cry..." Kirishima gently pushed away my tears, his eyes gently gazing into mine as he pulled me closer. "I'm sorry..." I ducked my head away, ashamed to have admitted my feelings.

"Why?" Kirishima pulled my chin back up so that I was forced to look him in the eye. "I just wanted you to know that I think you're strong!" The words flowed out of my mouth, all the things that I had ever wanted to say to him but never had the courage to.

"You always help those in need, no matter what may happen to you. You're so brave, because even when you're scared, you swallow that fear and charge in anyways. I know that you struggle with self-confidence, but you shouldn't because you're the most amazing person that I've ever met. You'd be the best hero Kirishima! I don't care that you say because that's the truth!"

"That's the truth huh?" I felt his hands sneak around my waist, a genuine smile playing on the lips that so recently met mine. I nodded, all my words gone. "Y/n, I want to be strong. I know you say that I am, but I still feel like something is missing." He leaned in a little, blush spreading across his face. "Or maybe... Someone?"

"You're so cheesy, god..." I giggled, rolling my eyes playfully. He chuckled back, tension spreading in the air. My lips tingled with anticipation, my eyes urging hims to close the distance. Hesitantly, he brought his mouth against mine, his brows furrowed with nerves. I couldn't help but titter in the kiss, breaking it for a moment before we reconnected.

I felt myself melt into his arms, my whole body buzzing with elation as I played with his incredibly soft hair. My lips were almost repulsed by the shock of cold air that they received when we parted. A dazed grin was on Kiri's face and I'm pretty sure I was mirroring that expression.

I reached up to touch his scar, my thin fingers tracing over the small memento that his quirk left for him. "I love you Y/n..."

"I love you too Kiri. Let's get stronger together, okay?"

"Together. That sounds nice."