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He finds it adorable how you barely make it up to his chest, even by standing on your tiptoes. Watching you struggle to get the spice from the counter (that he put away way to high so you can lean on him just a little bit more), the frustrated sigh you let out putting a smile on his face.
You were even more adorable wearing his shirt that was way to big on you, sending a shiver down his spine licking his lips.
You really should lean on him more, you wouldn’t have to struggle as often. That’s the whole reason he asked you to move in with him, then promptly made it so you rarely leave the house.
Coming up behind you, placing hands on either side of you, trapping you against the counter. Leaning his head down just enough to have his breath ghost your ear, "do you want some help?"
A startled gasp left you, how you managed to not hear him walking into the kitchen. So focused on making dinner before he got home (just like every night, it keeps you occupied) from his hero work. Was it just from training that he tends to walk quieter? Maybe he just likes the way you gasp and scury away whenever you can, the frightened look in your eyes somehow makes him want to scare you even more.
Not a thing a hero should do, let alone someone as kind as Kiri.
Kirishima stood close to you, way to close for comfort (what was personal space to an overgrown golden retriever?) but you've gotten so used to his clingy nature, it's weird when he doesn't do it. Feels like you’ve done something wrong, even when you really can’t do anything.
"Ah, Kiri, I didn't hear you come in."
Leaning against him, feeling his heat radiating off him, he nuzzled into your neck. Placing chaste kisses along your neck and jaw, hand resting on your hip to hold you closer.
“Someone’s a little eager,” you laugh and give him a kiss before turning back to the task at hand. Knowing if you indulge him, you won’t be making dinner. “But I have to make dinner.”
A sigh left him, resting his chin on your shoulder. Pouting at your refusal, he pressed a bit closer to you letting you feel the outline of his bulge against your back. How he never seems to be in pain for all the times he bends down to give you a kiss or a hug or just be cuddly in general, you will never know.
“Can it wait?” He whined out, “I really want you.”
Voice dropped a timbre, rumbling against your back. Shaking your head, mentally checking off all the ingredients you have in front of you in your head “I wanted to make curry from scratch and that takes time. If I don’t start now, I won’t be able to do it later and you will be hungry.”
Kirishima glanced at the ingredients and glared, sure he loves your cooking but right now, his mind was on something else. He loved his size compared to you, if he was being honest. It made everything so much easier.
Picking you up and away from the stove, you protested as much as you could with your dead weight, not that you weigh much to him. “Kiri! I told you I’m making dinner. Let’s do this--”
With your legs around his chest, Kirishima placed you on the counter. Kissing your lips and stopping your protest. Giving you that cheesy smile you fell in-love with that seemed like a lifetime ago before you were kidnapped.
“Later, right now I’m hungry for something else.”
That look in his eyes, pupils blown and erasing almost all the red in his irises; an almost predatory gleam, told you it wasn’t negotiable. You knew Kiri and when he set his mind to something, you weren’t going to get out of it. No matter how much you protested.