softie | kiribaku au

Shopping

Pretty much just fluff, you all deserve it after putting up with so much angst and still not being negative about anything! 

And no, nobody asked, but I wanted to clarify that yes, Kiri has a job, but the place he works at is under renovations for a while and no one except the construction team is allowed in the building, simply for temporary plot convenience. I wanted to clarify that, so no one's confused. It'll be mentioned again later, but I wanted to make sure I didn't get a bunch of the same questions.

There's a picture of their café order above, no I didn't just put it entirely for aesthetic

{this chapter is dedicated to VibrantPetals/Orangetastica for their support on the previous few chapters, as well as my other books. Love you ♥}

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He was standing in the doorway when he woke up. He was looking at Kirishima and he was smiling. Back when he lived with Tetsu, smiling was a sign you were going to get hurt, but with Katsuki it felt like a sign that you were safe. Katsuki didn't smile very often, and that made his smile feel like the sun breaking through the thick clouds. 

"Hey," he said, feeling like his breath had left him and his lungs were empty. Katsuki was good at that, making him breathless.

"Morning," the world rolled off Katsuki's tongue so smooth, like milk and honey and he made the entire room warmer with his eyes. God, his eyes could set Kirishima's heart ablaze. His eyes looked muted; watered down. His eyes were normally fiery and bright, burning with passion Kirishima has never seen before, but even though he seemed happy, his eyes had a grey film over them. He decided not to focus on it; the more he thought about it, the more fake the smile seemed.

"You up to go somewhere?"

"Uh, yeah! Where?"

"Shopping."

"Grocery shopping?"

He scoffed, twirling his key ring around his finger.

"No, shopping shopping. You shopping."

"Really?" Tetsu hasn't taken him shopping in almost two years.

"Yes, really. Now get dressed, we don't have all day."

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He was fucking adorable.

His body was somewhat more feminine than Katsuki's, with thin legs and lean, hourglass-like figure, which made it easier for him to rock clothes that Katsuki would look absolutely horrible in.
He was wearing a baby pink sweater with sleeves just below his elbows. The top was a v-neck but still rested close to his neck. The v-shaped collar was white with a single pink streak running through the center. His jeans were light-washed and ripped. His shoes were bland white vans. His eyes were still that deep, hypnotizing shade of carmine.

He caught him staring, "Do I look alright?"

Katsuki nodded, trying hard to keep his lips from turning up. "I would tell you if you didn't."

Kirishima smiled, showing off his cute dimples. "You don't usually stare."

He shrugged, "You're not usually looking."

He blushed, clearly clueless on how to respond and making his way to the door. Katsuki follows suit, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.