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Rate my hugs - Kirishima x Reader
“Get ready with me while I rate my partner’s hugs.” You announce, patting your face with the makeup sponge.
Across the room, Eijiro’s ears perk up like he’s turned into a dog.
“Number one, getting hugged while in Hero Costume. 7 out of 10. While the free abs are an absolute bonus, the weird stuff on his shoulders is always in the way.”
“Baby?” You hear him whine a little confused, but you bite your lip and keep talking, now applying Concealer.
“Number two, getting hugged after a grueling work shift. 7 out of 10. I absolutely love holding him safe in my hands after he defeated god knows how many villains or got cats down from trees, but some of these villains stink. And sadly, my boo smells just like them after he fought them.”
“Baby, is that true?” Eijirou’s moved closer now, peering up at you from your shared bed.
“Shh,” you tell him, “I’m filming a video.”
“Oh, sorry.”
You send him a smile that he reciprocates.
He crashed on the bed right after showering, his still-damp hair down, his features soft. It’s your favorite look on him, but you haven’t been able to get that through his thick head. Yet.
“Number three, getting hugged right before we go on a date,” you send him a cheeky wink. “7 out of 10.”
Eijirou gasps. “7? Babe! I always put on the good cologne before-”
“Shhh,” you can’t stop the giggle that escapes you this time. “I’m sorry Babe, but you always make your hair extra spiky when we go out. Last time you poked me in the head.”
“It was an accident!”
“I know,” you can’t help chuckling. “I know. But you have to agree that the 7 is valid.”
“Fine,” he huffs, laying back down.
You still catch his mumbled “I thought I was a good hugger.”
“Number four, getting hugged right out of the shower.”
You fall quiet as you focus on getting your brows right, pretending not to notice the intensity of Eijirou’s stare. He’s invested.
“10 out of 10.”
“WHAT?” He’s sitting up now, staring at you. “That gets a 10 out of 10?”
“Yeah,” you turn to look at him properly, grinning with only one brow done. “You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re so cute with your hair down, all relaxed and soft and cuddly. That’s my favorite you.”
A red blush works its way onto his cheeks and he flops back onto the bed, face down.
“You’re killing me.”
You giggle as you turn back. “I don’t see you complaining.”
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You hum under your breath as you apply a new color to your nails, the dark red looking eerily similar to Eijirou’s hero costume. He’s probably going to notice, blushing when he does and you can’t wait.
Movement behind you catches you off-guard. The next moment you’re pulled from your chair, strong arms curling around you as you squeal.
“NOOOO! You’re still dripping, Eiji!”
“Don’t care!” He blows a raspberry against your neck. “You said it was 10 out of 10.”
“I take it back,” you try, but your own body betrays you, curling into his embrace. His hair might be dripping water everywhere, but his body is warm and his hold makes you feel safe.
Eijirou snickers, knowing too well what’s going on.
“Getting to hug you any place, any time,” he mumbles into your ear. “10 out of 10.”