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It was the end of another hard day at work for Eijiro, being in a hospital surrounded by death and sickness wasn't something she liked. Neither were the awful comments some coworkers said about her.
They ranged from her work ethic to her looks, they would tear her apart for everything she did or didn't do. He told her that someone like her shouldn't be working in a place like this. That someone as big as her was promoting bad health.
And if she wanted to keep working in the hospital she needed to lose weight, to be an example to her patients. She knew she was a little chubby, but she also was nothing but healthy.
She spent every day talking about body positivity and how everybody should love themselves the way they are. But today she felt like a hypocrite, she felt the need to hide and not be seen never again.
She knew she shouldn't let comments like those get to her, but today she couldn't help it.
But something that always got her through her day were the smiles on her patient’s faces when they got discharged and they could go home with their families. Or how they thanked her for her help, that always brought a smile to her lips.
She knew that her job could make someone's life a little less painful or easier, it made her happy.
She did love her job, but she couldn't wait to go home. She didn't care how tired she was, she was always happy to see her roommate.
She did love her job, but she couldn't wait to go home. She didn't care how tired she was, she was always happy to see her roommate.
Bakugo and she had been living together for almost a year now, and they've been friends since high school. Eijiro knew she liked the angry woman, she was head over heels for Bakugo, but she would never tell her that.
Bakugo could kill her or worse, reject her and never see her again. Eijiro couldn't let that happen so she just kept her feelings to herself.
The walk home seemed to be longer than usual. Eijiro had been in her head all day. She couldn't stop thinking about what that doctor said to her.
When she got home, she took her shoes off and followed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
When she got home, she took her shoes off and followed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
The sight of the Bakugo cooking was something that always took her breath away. She could watch her cook all day long if Bakugo would allow her. She could imagine those tattooed arms around her, pulling her closer to her lips,+
she always wondered how it would feel to kiss those pierced lips, she wanted to bite them. She broke out of her trance when she heard Bakugo yell at her, Eijiro shook her head, letting those thoughts go.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Shitty hair? Give me some plates so we can eat!”
Eijiro smiled shyly and did as she was told.
Eijiro smiled shyly and did as she was told.
They decided to eat on the couch so they could watch some TV and relax. Bakugo noticed she was upset about something, she asked her again what was wrong with her, but Eijiro brushed her off saying she was tired. If she didn't want to talk about it, Bakugo would never force her.
Katsuki started to rant about how dumb and indecisive her customers were, she told her how a couple went to get matching tattoos for the girls birthday and the boyfriend started crying and had to leave, that made Kirishima laugh.
Hearing her laugh was always something amusing for Katsuki, that sound always made her feel warm for some reason.
She wanted to hear it all the time. And knowing she was the one responsible for that laugh, just added more warmth to Katsuki's chest.
She wanted to hear it all the time. And knowing she was the one responsible for that laugh, just added more warmth to Katsuki's chest.
After eating and feeling a lot happier, Kirishima went to bed. But Katsuki got a call from Kaminari asking for help with a design for a client he had the next morning and had no idea how to do it.
After a lot of insults from Katsuki and begging from Kaminari, she accepted. That's how she found herself with Kaminari at 2am in her living room surrounded by crumpled paper.
Between Katsuki's yelling and Kaminari's frustrated cries for help, Kirishima woke up, her hair was a mess of red and she was wearing her big Crimson Riot shirt and some shorts. When she walked through the living room, she saw Kaminari banging his head on the table.
“Hey man, what's wrong?” Kirishima asked, in a sleepy tone.
“Hey, nothing, just some dumb designs I can't get right… oh and Bakugo wants to kill me, but that's not new,” Kaminari replied.
“Hey, nothing, just some dumb designs I can't get right… oh and Bakugo wants to kill me, but that's not new,” Kaminari replied.
“If you listened to me more often, maybe you would have learned something, and not come to my house at two in the morning because you can't draw, dunce face,” Katsuki grumbled.
“I told you I'm sorry, alright. Besides I do know how to draw, Kacchan.”
“You sure do,” Katsuki said, mockingly pointing at one of the designs Kaminari made.
Kirishima laughed softly while walking to the kitchen to grab some water.
“You sure do,” Katsuki said, mockingly pointing at one of the designs Kaminari made.
Kirishima laughed softly while walking to the kitchen to grab some water.
“Holy shit!” Kaminari said, once Kirishima was out of earshot, “When did Kiri get so freaking hot?! I don't remember her ass being so big! Fuck!” while eyeing Kirishima, who was leaning into the fridge.
“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?! She always looks the same. Don't be a creep, fucking pervert!” Katsuki angrily whisper-yelled.
“I’m not a creep! And don't be like that, it's not like I'm gonna do anything to her… unless she wants to” the boy smirked at Katsuki.
“I’m not a creep! And don't be like that, it's not like I'm gonna do anything to her… unless she wants to” the boy smirked at Katsuki.
The face he was making made her sick. A few minutes later Kirishima said goodbye to Kaminari and went back to bed, with a drink in hand.
“Is she single?” he made the mistake of asking.
“Don't know and don't care,” Katsuki angrily responded.
“Don't know and don't care,” Katsuki angrily responded.
“Well she shouldn't be, she is way too pretty and nice to be,” he said dreamily, “just imagine laying your head on that chest or grabbing those soft thighs or kissing those big cherry lips or—” Katsuki cut him off throwing a pillow in his face.
“Get out. Now!”
“Get out. Now!”
“Don't act all jealous, I'm not gonna do anything, she is all yours,” Kaminari said, getting up but still had that dumb expression on his face.
Katsuki was very angry at this point, she didn't know why she hated Kaminari looking at Kirishima like that, she also didn't know why the idea of Kirishima being hers made her chest feel warm.
“I said GET OUT!” she yelled after him.
“Thanks for your help Kacchan!” Kaminari left giggling, leaving a very angry and confused Katsuki behind.
“Thanks for your help Kacchan!” Kaminari left giggling, leaving a very angry and confused Katsuki behind.
Katsuki woke up sore, her whole body hurt, apparently sleeping on the small couch wasn't really a good idea. But she couldn't sleep.
Kaminari's words lingered in her mind.
Kaminari's words lingered in her mind.
How would it feel to lay her head on Kirishima’s chest? How would it feel to have those thighs in her hands or on her shoulders? How would it feel to kiss and suck and bite those soft and sweet lips? She could only imagine, but she didn't want to imagine, she wanted to know.
At some point, the bathroom door opened, and behind the shower steam, a very wet Kirishima emerged, who was and only covered by a small towel. Katsuki’s brain stopped working.
She wanted to lick her clean, she wanted to taste every drop that fell from her naked body, she wanted to taste her.
“Oh hey, you're awake!” an almost-naked Kirishima greeted.
“Yeah, what time is it?” Katsuki asked, trying to stop eye-fucking her roommate.
“It's almost 6, want to have breakfast with me?” Kirishima offered with a big smile on her face that made Katsuki's heart stop.
“Yeah, what time is it?” Katsuki asked, trying to stop eye-fucking her roommate.
“It's almost 6, want to have breakfast with me?” Kirishima offered with a big smile on her face that made Katsuki's heart stop.
“No, I'm gonna try to sleep till I have to leave for work,” And with that Katsuki got up off the couch, and went almost running to her bedroom. She couldn't be alone with Kirishima right now, she felt way too hot.
What's wrong with me?! was all Katsuki could think. She never saw her in any other way other than as friends? So what was different now, what changed, why did Katsuki suddenly need to feel and hold her?
She started to wonder, if Kirishima was always like this, why didn't Katsuki notice sooner, what was it about her now that set Katsuki on fire with just thought of her?
“You're late,” Jirou said.
Katsuki only grunted at her and went to prepare her stuff to work with her first client. She couldn't keep Kirishima out of her mind all day, but she tried to keep herself busy taking as many clients as she could.
Katsuki only grunted at her and went to prepare her stuff to work with her first client. She couldn't keep Kirishima out of her mind all day, but she tried to keep herself busy taking as many clients as she could.
She loved her job, drawing has always been her passion. It was her way to express herself, and her clients loved her work. She could always tell what they wanted, even if they were terrible at explaining it.
She was the best and she knew it. Everybody in the tattoo world knew her name and respected it. She even had some people asking to become her apprentices, but she always refused, she didn't have the time or patience.
It was closing time, Bakugo was about to hop on her motorcycle when Jirou called out.
“Are you joining us tonight? It’s the dumbass birthday” She said pointing at Kaminari
“No”
“Are you joining us tonight? It’s the dumbass birthday” She said pointing at Kaminari
“No”
“Kirishima is coming, I asked her earlier,” Jirou said, with a tiny smirk.
“Fine,” Katsuki growled, before riding off.
“Fine,” Katsuki growled, before riding off.
It was about 6 pm when Eijiro got a text from Jirou, asking if she was coming to Kaminari's birthday, and that Mina and Sero were going to be there and maybe Katsuki would be too.
Kiri beamed at the thought of seeing her favorite person in another place that wasn't their living room.
She didn't have time to go home and change after her shift, but luckily Mina's place was closer so she could borrow something from her. She borrowed a knee length black skirt and a lace red crop top and her black converse.
She felt like she was wearing a costume, showing that much skin, she was used to covering herself up. She didn't like having people looking and judging her chubby stomach or her big thighs, but somehow Mina managed to convince her to wear it.
They arrived at Kaminari's place and it was already crowded. They greeted the birthday boy and gave him their happy wishes, and when Eijiro turned to talk to Mina she was already gone.
She spent a few minutes searching for her friend when her heart stopped. There she was, the owner of all of Eijiro’s breaths. Wearing a black tank top with a long sleeved fishnet mesh shirt on top, showing off those colorfully decorated arms, +
with those tight, ripped jeans that made those thick thighs look so soft and delicious and her black combat boots that Eijiro wanted to be stepped on with.
Her short, blonde hair was a mess that Kiri wanted to run her fingers through and of course those red eyes shone through heavy dark eyeshadow and thick lashes.
Ei needed to bring herself back to reality, she couldn't think this way when the woman of her dreams was walking straight to her with a wicked smile.
When Katsuki saw her, she felt hot all over, the tight red top that contained those big breasts looked like it was about to burst. And that short, so short, skirt showing off those big, juicy thighs. Bakugo was feeling the need consume her, the need to be between those thighs.
When she saw Kirishima's face, and how she was looking at Katsuki, she couldn't stop herself from walking over to her with a predatory smirk on her lips, she wanted to eat her up.
