Hey, lovelies!
Do you like imagining relationships with characters from My Hero Academia? Are you lonely and/or bored enough to read content like this? You've come to the right place!
This is primarily fem reader, although there are chapters with li...
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Author's Note:
Uhhhh I kinda forgot to make this fluffy . . . .
Thanks for requesting! Enjoy!
-Sugar
Warnings: There's kissing. A lot of kissing. Just some teenagers being dumb really. No canon characters were harmed in the making of this fic. I didn't include a cheating aspect since I don't write for that kind of stuff, but there's still some jealous!Kirishima here >:3
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Swamped.
That was the only way he could describe it. Kirishima didn't think he'd ever been so busy, and he wasn't the only one.
Finals had the entirety of the hero course stressed, especially the second-years like himself. Between training, doing homework, and going to class, there wasn't exactly room for being social. Any time he was able to hang out with his friends, they were studying together. Nothing he'd really describe as 'fun'. And that's what had him feeling the worst about all this.
He'd started dating you a few weeks ago—going on three months now, actually. Things had been going well between the two of you. You liked him and he really liked you, so to him, there hadn't been any type of problem.
Even so, there was something a little unique about your relationship: no one knew about it. You yourself were never one for letting others get too involved in your business. And besides, you also knew the nature of most high school relationships. Maybe you'd announce yourselves as a couple and make a big fuss only to grow tired of the other and end it all within the first month. But clearly, that hadn't happened.
There was a strange thrill to keeping your relationship a secret; a novelty your boyfriend hadn't expected. Though he wasn't much for dishonesty, Kirishima practically lived for the stolen glances across the classroom you'd share, and the way he'd sneak you behind the school for impromptu makeout sessions with no one ever the wiser. You were his little secret, and he was yours.
Until it had all come to a grinding halt with the extra schoolwork.
He still tried to make time to spend with you in one of your dorm rooms, but the both of you finally had to admit to yourselves that neither of you could get any work or studying done when you were alone together. And so it was back to study groups; holding hands under the table as either Bakugou or Yaoyorozu went over the newest batch of hero laws that needed to be memorized.
God, how he wished this could all be over. Kirishima just wanted things to be normal again. When was the last time he'd even seen you? He could remember watching the back of your head duck out of the classroom at the end of the day, but after? ... Nothing.
He frowned at the physics worksheet laid before him, mind wandering to thoughts of you as one of his sharp teeth sunk into the eraser at the end of his pencil. Kirishima supposed he should go check on you later, once he'd finished up his assignments for the evening.
