Ahem so this WAS supposed to be for Valentine's day. And it was. I literally hit publish,,, on Valentine's day. It said it went up and everything. So imagine my COMPLETE and U T T E R surprise when I come back the next day wondering why I've seen no comments whatsoever on this part only to see that it is,,, 

gone.

((((((:

I don't know what happened or why it happened, but when I hit publish, it apparently decided that meant the entire thing as supposed to be deleted! So that's fun. And anyone who knows me knows how much I hate rewriting shit. Once it's out, homeboy is out. It brings near physical pain to try and redo the thing. But this song was too good to pass up, so here we are with a solid amount of pure cringe. And just-

*sigh*

Here's a vent doodle of me hating myself and everything. I guess Valentine's day is now today, the 17th. If anyone wants to be my Valentine please message me I'm single and I'm probably going to die that way at this rate. 

This entire one shot is really, really cringey and I sort of cringed writing it again. That could be because I rewrote it, or it could be because it's really bad. Probably both. I promise it was really good the first time around. Wattpad just had to fuck us all over by getting rid of it so that's that. I hope you enjoy, and if you don't, I apologize and offer you complimentary chicken noodle soup and discounted Valentine chocolates. 

Third person pov

Kirishima was in love with Harper Rye. It was made pretty obvious to everyone around them. He was always around her, trailing after her like some sort of lovesick puppy. He felt embarrassed about how he acted at times, but he couldn't very well help himself. What he felt towards Harper was far too real for him to push away. The feeling had come over him quickly. In the beginning, he hadn't known what to do. Being around Harper was like experiencing mental whiplash. She was an enigma with too many sharp turns to predict, and so many twists and turns. She was a rollercoaster, and Kirishima was reveling in the adrenaline. 

He and Harper had grown closer. He found out about her quirk, and despite his thoughts towards her, she still remained his friend. She was kind and considerate, and would listen to his problems if he had them. She was so, so much more caring than she let on. Harper didn't show the warmer side of herself to many people. It felt like a privilege to bear witness to at times. She was letting him in when she didn't have to, and that made his heart explode with feelings he'd never experienced before. 

Hold me close and hold me fast

Now they were in her bedroom, sitting side by side on her bed as they sifted through reports on Sero's case. They were trying to find holes in it so they could petition to have him stay in the hands of the station rather than being transported to max security, where most people wanted him. Their shoulders were pressed to one another. Kirishima tried not to think too hard on Harper being slouched against him, but he still couldn't stop the beaming smile that crept its way onto his face. 

"God, this is getting us nowhere." Harper sighed, shaking her head. They were going through every report they could find. Statements from Sero's sister, Aimi, and from Sero himself. Harper had managed to construct some form of a timeline with what she assumed had happened. Layered on top was the fake story that had been fed into the legal system. It was tricky, and they'd been at it for hours. Harper glanced up at her redheaded friend. "You don't have to be here, you know."

"I know! I just want to be!" Kirishima assured her, grinning. "Anything for you."

The magic spell you cast

Harper squinted up at him, her eye searching. Kirishima was a mystery to her. She couldn't figure out for the life of her why he liked her. She knew why she liked him. He was bright and friendly, and understanding. He was helpful, and his thoughts weren't as overbearing as she thought they might be. She enjoyed his presence. His optimism wasn't too much like Aizawa's, or Mic's. He was just... easy to be around. To like.
She felt sort of spoiled with him. He was attractive and kind, and liked her for some reason. Sure, he thought about why all the time. He saw her in a different way than everyone else did. That was the question, though. Why did he see her like that? She didn't know if she'd done something to cause his emotions, or if it was just him. Harper didn't know what to do about it, either. That was another issue that arose from this all. If she let herself have something like this, who was to say she wouldn't mess it up somehow?

This is la vie en rose

"Harper?" Kirishima blinked down at her as she gazed intently in his eyes, as though searching for something. He felt his face start to get a little hot. "Is something on my face? Her eyes are so pretty. In the light, they look like melted caramel. But when it's dimmer, they look like pools of chocolate. And they're so expressive. I wonder if mine are like that."

"Kirishima, why do you like me?" Harper asked out of the blue, her eyes narrowing up at him. He stiffened considerably at the question, eyes going wide and round. "What did I do to make you feel the way you do?"

"I-I-" Kirishima flushed, reeling back slightly. "I... W-Wow, that's a loaded question. I... I'm not sure either! I just... I saw you, and I... I-I looked at your eyes. And I saw a lot in them! You were tired, but you seemed so determined. So driven! I... I couldn't help but admire you completely. You were calculating, but you were nice to everyone you talked to. You joined UA to save 1-A. And now you're trying to save Sero, too. You're not abandoning him... you're..."

Kirishima leaned closer as he said this, his face more considering than flushed now as he thought hard about his answer. Harper felt her own heart start to swell. It wasn't a completely unfamiliar feeling. She'd felt warmer more often as of late, and that was what had led her to ask these questions in the first place. Harper didn't pry her gaze from his, still looking for some trace of doubt in him.

"You're you." Kirishima finally said after a moment, his voice quiet. Harper could feel his breath fan against her face. "You don't ever try to be anyone else. And... I think that's amazing."

When you kiss me, Heaven sighs

Kirishima felt embarrassed as Harper inspected him. She was smart. So smart it hurt, actually. She understood people so well. Yet his feelings left her lost. To think she hadn't known or realized how special she was. That she hadn't seen what Kirishima did, or understand that he could see to begin with. They'd been friends for a long time now, and he wasn't sure why he'd thought she just knew. There was a lot she knew, but not this apparently. Not how stunning she was. Not how nice and selfless she tended to be, or how beautiful she was when she smiled. 

Harper felt all the emotion she felt towards Kirishima surge forth. She'd always been bold. She didn't beat around the bush because she didn't see the point in it. Kirishima was so close. Harper could see the splashes of deep orange in his eyes, hidden amongst all the red. She could feel how hopeful she was, and could hear the thoughts that sung her praises amplify as he pointed them at her directly, asking her to know. To see.

She found herself leaning forward, her eyes slipping shut and her lips pressing against his. There was only a moment of shock before his hand was coming up to cup her cheek, and he was kissing her back. 

And though I close my eyes

Surprise shot through Kirishima like a bullet, but only for a moment. Fondness and adoration anew exploded within him, and soon his eyes were fluttering shut as he brought a hand up to gently hold her cheek. The other wrapped around her waist as her lips moved carefully against his. She didn't seem to know what she was doing, but Kirishima didn't either. All he knew what that kissing Harper Rye felt like.

It felt like fireworks at the cherry blossom festival, shooting up above the pink trees and booming with vivid color. It felt like eating brownies fresh out of the oven, with extra chocolate syrup drizzled on top. Like dancing and singing barefoot out in the rain on a Tuesday afternoon. Kissing Harper Rye felt like a flower blooming, a door opening, and the sun coming out from behind the clouds after a cold morning. It felt like everything good, and Kirishima never wanted it to stop. He never wanted to pull away.  

I see la vie en rose

Kirishima was a lot to Harper. She could rely on him and trust him when she felt like there was no one else. He was the only person her age who she felt she had truly connected with. There were no secrets. Nothing to hide. He didn't judge. Not because he didn't have the ability to, but because he didn't see the fault in her actions. He listened when no one else would, even when it was something dumb, like Ochako liking milk, or Tokoyami having the My Little Pony theme stuck in his head. 

Harper didn't know when she'd started liking Kirishima. He'd always been attractive to her. He would be to anyone with two eyes, she was sure. But it was around the time that she realized her favorite color was now red that it clicked in her. That he was a lot more than just a friend, and the feelings brewing in her were not the normal kind. For a while, the temptation to just ignore it had been strong. But Harper would be hypocritical if she did that. Thus, when she'd gazed into Kirishima's eyes and was struck by the overwhelming urge to kiss him, she had. Because between them, there were no secrets. Not even one like this.

He was someone she went to for everything. She could talk to him for hours without tiring. She got his opinion on just about everything these days. Harper was positive he made her a better person. Wasn't that what a relationship was supposed to be? Counting on one another, and making each other better? 

When you press me to your heart

Harper pulled away, her face feeling rather heated. She was breathing hard, and so was he. His red eyes were wide with surprise, and his thoughts were racing as he tried to figure out whether or not she'd meant that. The amount of hope in him made her heart stutter. Did he really like her that much? Did he really want this that badly? Even with it right here in front of her, Harper still somehow found it hard to wrap her head around. 

"Kirishima." Harper breathed, feeling shocked for the first time in a long time. She blinked at him in an owlish manner. "I think I'm in love with you."

Kirishima's eyes grew even wider, and the arm around her tightened in disbelief. "In love with me? She's in love with me? No, this has to be another dream. I...I'm just me, right? Harper is amazing, she wouldn't-"

And in a world apart

"I'm think in love with you," Harper started, cutting off his thoughts. She didn't know what she was doing or why she was saying this, but she couldn't stop, "because I can trust you. You're reliable, and you're kind. You're so considerate with me, and with everyone else. You're more optimistic than I am too, but you're not overbearing like Aizawa or Mic. You're someone I don't have to tiptoe around. You know who I really am, and you're okay with it. I feel safe and at home when you're around. You're not just someone I can talk to. You're someone I want to talk to. That I want to be around."

A world where roses bloom

Kirishima's eyes filled with tears, and he gave her the fondest, most heartfelt smile Harper was sure she'd ever received. He brought up a hand and swiped it across her cheek. Harper blinked. When had she started crying? Why was she crying? It didn't make sense. There had to be an explanation as to why. She wouldn't be crying for no reason, would she? 

And when you speak

Hearing Harper talk and tell him all the reasons she loved him-- god, she loved him?!-- made Kirishima feel so... so fulfilled. Like he was on top of the world. He'd heard praises before. His friends told him he was nice all the time! He'd been complimented by his teachers and peers all throughout his time at UA thus far, but with Harper, it was different. Her opinion was everything to him. Hearing her say these things about him; hearing that she believed them. He... He didn't know what to do, or what to think. He just... He really, really loved Harper. 

"Kirishima." Harper's voice was shaking. She didn't know why it was. This wasn't hard. She was saying the words, and they were coming out just fine. She had never had trouble saying what she thought before. Why was now so different? "I think... I-I think I'm afraid to love you."

Angels sing from above

She was. That's what this was. Did she know how to love Kirishima the way he loved her? So fully and without bounds? Kirishima was beaming at her so genuinely, and it created a sense of want. Harper wasn't sure she'd ever felt all that wanted before. Not like this. Her parents adored her, and Tsukauchi and Kurogiri did too. Dabi was like a brother to her, and Sansa was like some sort of weird uncle. They were all her family. She loved them, and they loved her. This was just... so much different. It was a different breed of love all together. 

Harper's voice carried through Kirishima. It felt like a tidal wave crashing over him, taking him down. And he was okay with that. He'd love to experience it over and over again. It wasn't often Harper opened up like this. His lips still tingled, and his heart was racing so fast he thought it might overwork itself and stop completely. 

Every day words

"That's okay." Kirishima said, his voice soft and reassuring. "Being afraid is a part of it, I think. I just... you love someone like me?"

Seems to turn into love songs

"Yes." Harper murmured, brows furrowing. It was like music to Kirishima's ears. That single word was enough to send him into a new spiral. "I'm cranky and tired all the time. I'm not good at talking about my feelings. My quirk invades the privacy of others, and I butt into situations where I'm not wanted. I... I don't... what if I mess this up?"

"I don't think you could if you tried." Kirishima grinned at her as her hands curled into fists around his shirt. "Harper, I love you for you. I told you. You don't have to change anything. I wouldn't want you to! I-I like you just the way you are. That's one of the reasons why I love you. You don't hide yourself."

Give your heart and soul to me

Harper gazed up at him as his thoughts swam around her, begging her to try. They told her all the things Kirishima loved about her. He opened himself up completely, gaze intense as he focused all his emotion towards her out. Harper hadn't realized how much he'd been holding back until now. It surrounded her. Harper didn't think she'd ever felt someone so fully before. 

"Give it a chance." Kirishima pleaded, eyes watery. He wiped more tears from Harper's cheeks. "I-I know you're the one, okay? Maybe you don't see it y-yet, but I do. I'll go as slow as you need me to. I know we're really young but-"

And life will always be

"Okay." Harper cut him off. She smiled. Not a big smile, but it was there. "Let's try."

Kirishima grinned. Harper had never been in the presence of such a potent happiness before. It took her a moment to realize that the joy didn't just belong to Kirishima. In fact, she was pretty sure a lot of it belonged to her, too. 

La vie en rose