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After having spent most of the day with his moms, Kirishima made his way to the train station with a skip in his step, feeling light after his visit. Recently getting a job at his local coffee shop (courtesy of Mina) meant he didn’t get to see them as often, so to say he was ecstatic upon finding out that they all had the same day off as each other would be an understatement.
He sat down in the waiting bay just as his phone buzzed in his pocket signalling a message coming through and he quickly fished it out, already knowing who it was from.
Mom (06:48 PM): It was lovely to see you again Eijirou, remember to text me once you get back. ❤️
Kirishima smiled fondly at the familiar message, his mom making sure to remind him after every visit. Just one of those mom things, he chuckled and typed out a reply.
Me (06:49 PM): Will do! Love you ❤️
He didn’t have to wait long until the loud roaring of the train running along the tracks could be heard in the distance. He soon caught sight of it as it slowed down, eventually coming to a halt in front of him and the other few people waiting nearby.
Kirishima located a vacant seat in the middle of the train coach, putting his headphones in before settling back as they continued on.
It wasn’t until a little while later that Kirishima lifted his head up to look around the coach and other occupants scattered throughout, something he tended to do during long rides. There was your usual elderly couple talking quietly amongst themselves, brooding teenager in the corner with their hood up, more than likely blaring MCR on their headphones, a few businessmen looking exhausted, no doubt finally done after a long day, a- whoa.
Positioned only a few feet away from himself, Kirishima’s eyes widened upon seeing the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Blond hair spiked in all directions - was that style and colour natural? Either way he pulled it off so damn well - a chiseled jaw accompanied by a broad neck and shoulders, pointed nose and high cheek bones, full lips and perfect eyebrows - Kirishima double-checked he wasn’t drooling at that point.
The man in front of him looked like pure sin, and god did Kirishima want to get down on his knees and-
The train suddenly jolted, immediately sending him out of his thoughts. Probably for the best.
Get it together man, Kirishima mentally scolded himself. It’s just some guy..
A guy that I literally want to lick all over-
Kirishima shook his head, his headphones falling out at the force which he pocketed back into his shorts.
Upon closer inspection the stranger’s lips were turned into a frown and seemed like he was biting them, making him appear irritated at whatever was on the phone currently in his hand.
Maybe that’s just his resting face, Kirishima pondered.
He then realised that he hadn’t gotten a good look at the other’s eyes, so Kirishima lowered his head slightly, trying his best to not look obvious in order to see around the fringe covering a portion of the man’s face.
And once he got a glimpse, Kirishima’s breath hitched as his mind fumbled to find the right word to describe the angel sent from heaven sitting right in front of him.
Dangerous, mysterious, alluring-
Pretty.
He couldn’t help but be fixated on those red piercing eyes that were now staring right back at him-
Wait—
Oh Shit.
Kirishima recoiled in his seat, mortified that he got caught.
A few seconds later the initial shock wore off and he quickly tried to compose himself, giving the stranger a tentative smile.
The only response he got was a glare before the other looked back down at his phone, now looking even more annoyed, if possible.
Dammit. I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, Kirishima thought as he redirected his gaze out the window, now fiddling with his hands in his lap.
What if he thinks I’m some creep? Shit he’s probably gonna go tell all his friends about this weirdo on the train that was just staring at him- What if he’s texting them right now? What if-
The loud beep of the train's speaker rang out before the name of their next stop was announced.
Others around Kirishima started collecting their belongings and all he could think was God please let this be his stop please let this be his stop-
But of course, as fate would have it, the attractive stranger remained hunched over his phone, not even sparing a glance up at their surroundings or the passengers exiting.
Once the doors closed again Kirishima let out a sigh, dropping his head back against the seat as they drifted back into motion.
Why me.
There was hardly any people on board before, but now there was maybe less than a dozen including himself and the stranger that Kirishima tried his best not to look over at from time to time but he was just nice to look at okay?
No matter what he did to try and distract himself Kirishima couldn’t seem to stop his thoughts from returning to him.
He could just hear his friends nagging him in the back of his mind, knowing what they would say if they were here.
Dude. You’re almost too gay to function. Ah yes. Kami always knew what to say.
What’s the worst that could happen? Just go talk to him. Sero, being the designated mom friend, automatically made him the most rational of the group. And then there was Mina.
You’re being overdramatic! Who could resist you Kiri? Besides, if he rejects you we can go get five tubs of ice-cream and have a chick flick marathon all night. After I smack him across the head for rejecting you, of course.
She was.. well.. it’s the thought that counts.
Kirishima smacked both sides of his face, earning a few concerned glances from fellow passengers.
Imaginary Mina’s right! He concluded, rolling his shoulders as he straightened up in his seat.
Screw it, if he thinks I’m a total freak then that’s fine! S‘not like I’m ever gonna see him again.
Kirishima hoped he would.
…
…What am I even supposed to say?
That was a very good question. And soon others started piling up along with it.
What if he doesn’t even like dudes? What if he’s already seeing someone? What if he punches me?!
Well, first I would thank him, but after that I don’t know.
Kirishima chewed his lip nervously as he subconsciously bounced his leg up and down during his inner turmoil.
No! Mina would kill me if I passed up the opportunity to finally talk to a guy that’s totally my type!
He stole another glance at the blond, breathed deep, and made his decision.
This is the worst decision I’ve ever made.
Currently, Kirishima was trying his best not to embarrass himself further by tripping or casually throwing up his lunch as he walked through the coach to where he was sitting.
Of course Kirishima had definitely thought of turning back as soon as he took one step forward, but then figured that would look weirder. Besides, he’d gotten this far, right?
Too caught up in his thoughts Kirishima hadn’t noticed that he now stood in front of him and dammit he’s even prettier up close!
Quickly taking a seat before another jolt from the train would result in him face-planting instead, Kirishima looked ahead of him.
He noticed the blond’s eyes shift down to his shoes but not any further before they were back to his phone.
Now or never..
“Hey man, uh I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all before..” That made him look up, and Kirishima swore he couldn’t breathe for a good five seconds.
“The fuck are you talking about?” A deep gravely voice spoke up.
What? Kirishima was confused. Did this guy not remember him gawking from afar not twenty minutes ago?
But also.. his voice was fucking hot..
Realising the stranger was still waiting for an answer, Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, casting his gaze down.
“You.. I- Well..” Shit. Keep it together.
He cleared his throat and started over, “I was kinda.. admiring you? I guess? Uh, that sounds a lot creepier out loud, huh?”
Mina would have thrown one of her many leopard print stilettos at him if she’d heard that introduction.
After getting no response, Kirishima thought perhaps he’d made the other mad, that was until he saw his expression.
Blasty, as Kirishima had decided to nickname him, looked bewildered more than anything else.
It wasn’t until a few more seconds of agonising silence that Blasty finally replied.
“You’re weird.”
Huh?!
“Hey man I said I was sorry-“
“Who the fuck just goes around telling people they think they’re hot?”
Kirishima’s face felt like it burst into flames.
“Wh- I didn’t say you were-!”
“From the amount of staring you were doing earlier I doubt you find me ugly.”
So this is it. This is how it ends for Kirishima Eijirou. At least he was in the company of this extremely attractive man that he still had yet to find out the name of during his final moments.
Kirishima covered his face in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, only peeking through the gaps between his fingers.
“You knew?”
“Anyone with half a brain and fucking eyes would know.”
He groaned and buried his head into his arms.
…
“Why’d you tell me?”
Kirishima lifted his head carefully. “Huh?”
Blasty sighed, “Why the hell would you just say that shit to a complete fuckin’ stranger dumbass?"
At that Kirishima perked up, uncovering his face.
“Oh! Well I wasn’t going to originally-“
“And you were just gonna continue being a creep and stare at me?”
“Hey, I apologised for that!” Kirishima defended with a laugh. “Anyways. To be completely honest, I don’t really know why.. I guess I thought it might make your day or somethin’! It’s nice getting a compliment, y’know?”
Also because I want to kiss the shit out of that stupidly attractive face of yours-
Blasty mumbled something under his breath that Kirishima didn’t quite catch before he spoke again,
“You do that often, then?”
“Do what?” Kirishima asked, tilting his head.
“Tell people they look hot.”
“Dude I totally didn’t-!”
“Just answer the damn question dumbass.”
Kirishima huffed, slouching back in his seat. “Well for your information I haven’t done that before. Unless I’m with Mina, then I’m sort of obligated to tell her that,” he chuckled.
Blasty stayed quiet as he gave him a look. “Right.”
The blond opened his mouth again but the speaker in their coach came back on, announcing that they would be arriving at their last stop in ten minutes.
Kirishima sighed as he looked back to the man before him.
“Damn, time sure does fly when you’re havin’ fun, huh Blasty?”
“Blasty?”
It took Kirishima a moment to understand what he was asking. “Oh right! Since I didn’t know your name before, I came up with that. Speaking of, I still don’t know it now, so..?”
“How the fuck did you come up with a shitty name like that?” Blasty growled, looking mildly offended.
“Well, first it was your hair, ‘cause it just kinda goes POOF, y’know? And then your eyes are like the colour of explosions, which is pretty cool,” Kirishima explained, pointing to each attribute he listed. “But also you seem to have a pretty fiery personality, not in a bad way of course! But anyways, so that’s why you’re Blasty!”
That seemed to be enough of an explanation for Blasty as he simply pouted, looking off to the side.
“Tch, damn Shitty-hair.”
Kirishima immediately found his reflection in the window behind Blasty before examining the blond.
“Hey, my hair’s not that different from yours! And my name’s Kirishima, not Shitty-hair!”
Blasty side-eyed him, his gaze drifting from Kirishima’s face to his hair, “If I had bad hair days mine would still look better than that.”
“That was cruel, Blasty!”
The last few minutes of the train ride were filled with banter and before the two men knew it, they had come to a stop.
Kirishima stood up, albeit reluctantly, and waited for Blasty who pulled the cross body satchel bag he had with him over his head so the strap sat on his shoulder. His very broad shoulder-
“What’s in there?” Kirishima asked curiously, having not noticed it before.
“None of your damn business, Shitty-hair,” Blasty replied, waiting for the elderly couple to pass through the doors before going out himself.
“So mysterious..” Kirishima snickered before following suit.
As soon as they stepped out Kirishima shivered at the cold air.
“Why the fuck are you wearing shorts and a damn t-shirt Shitty-hair? Do you not check the fuckin' weather before going out?” Blasty berated him.
A guilty silence followed.
Blasty scoffed, turning the opposite way he took one step before Kirishima was calling out.
“W-wait! Uh- where are you.. going?” Blasty stopped walking and looked back over his shoulder.
“I don’t live at the fuckin’ train station.”
“I-I know, it's just.. I..” He was stalling and he knew it, but Kirishima didn’t want his time with him to end so soon.
A lightbulb went off in his head.
“Wait! You distracted me before when I asked about your name!” he exclaimed.
“And yet you fell for it,” Blasty turned to him fully, looking smug.
“So not fair!” Kirishima whined. “As much as it suits you I can’t just keep calling you Blasty!”
The blond gave Kirishima a look just like he had back on the train, as if analysing him. “And how do you know we’re ever going to see each other again, Shitty-hair?”
“I don’t,” Kirishima admitted, surprising himself. “But.. I would like to.”
Blasty remained quiet for a while.
“Fine.”
He was quick to interrupt Kirishima before he could even start celebrating, “If we ever cross paths again. Then, and only then will I tell you my name, Shitty-hair.”
Kirishima couldn't help the beaming smile that spread across his face.
“Promise?”
“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.” He could tell.
Kirishima replied with a small, “Okay,” before nearly sneezing his damn head off.
Blasty stared on like the sneeze had personally attacked him.
“Go home before you fucking freeze to death, dumbass,” he scolded.
Kirishima chuckled sheepishly, “Heh, yea. That’s probably a good idea.”
“Of course it is. I said it.” Blasty turned around again and began walking away. Kirishima couldn’t help but call out once more.
“Goodnight Blasty! I look forward to knowing your name!”
He got a middle finger in return, making him laugh.
After letting his mom know he got home safely, Kirishima would later FaceTime Mina, telling her all about his gay panic and the amazingly attractive guy he met on the train. Not knowing Kaminari was also there with her Kirishima suddenly saw him falling on the floor from laughing so hard in the background, telling Kirishima through tears that he was 'definitely too gay to function,' earning him a smack on the back of the head from Mina.
Kirishima really did have the best friends he could ever ask for.
A few weeks later he found himself back on the train heading home after celebrating his mom’s birthday along with some of their closest relatives.
Kirishima looked around casually at his surroundings as the train slowly began it's journey and got comfortable in his seat.
But once his gaze traveled further down the coach he faltered, spotting a familiar puff of platinum blond.
Holy shit.