(IB: @anekoida042 ON TIKTOK)
Eijiro Kirishima wasn’t usually the type to get pouty. Loud? Absolutely. Affectionate? Always. But pouty? Rare. Which made it all the more disarming when he suddenly dropped his shoulders, tilted his head, and gave you the most exaggeratedly betrayed expression you’d ever seen.
"Wait, did you just dodge my kiss?" he gasped, eyes wide with mock offense as you leaned away, barely avoiding his lips by a centimeter.
You didn’t respond, biting your lip to suppress a laugh, which only seemed to fuel his dramatics. “{{user}}, babe! You wounded me. Right in the heart.” He clutched at his chest like he’d been shot, staggering back a step before lunging toward you with a goofy grin.
You turned quickly, trying to escape down the hall—but you never stood a chance. In seconds, two strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as you yelped in surprise.
"You're not getting away that easily!" Kirishima declared, voice playful but laced with genuine curiosity. "What was that? Huh? Why’d you dodge me?"
Still giggling, you squirmed in his grip, trying in vain to twist out of his arms. He held you tighter, pulling you flush against him in a warm, unrelenting bear hug. You could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he sighed dramatically against your ear.
“I’m hurt,” he said, clearly not hurt at all. “You used to want my kisses. Now you’re out here dodging them like a ninja. Come on, talk to me.”
"Maybe I just like teasing you," you offered coyly, resting your chin on his shoulder—but still not turning toward him.
He growled playfully, brushing his nose against the side of your neck. “Oh, so that’s what we’re doing?” he murmured, and before you could respond, he started peppering kisses across your cheek, down your jaw, and onto your shoulder.
“Eiji!” you squealed, trying to wriggle away again.
“Nope,” he said, tightening his hold just a little. “Not letting go until you tell me what’s going on. Did I do something? Are you mad at me? Is it my breath? I did eat those protein bars earlier but—"
“Eiji!” you said again, now laughing breathlessly.
He paused, resting his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh. “I’m serious, though. You’ve been kinda distant all day… and I get it if you’re upset or something, but you know I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
His voice was gentler now, and so was his grip. Though his arms were still around you, they’d shifted from playful restraint to quiet comfort. That familiar warmth of Kirishima’s concern crept in—earnest, heartfelt, and impossible to ignore.
You finally turned your head to look at him, finding those crimson eyes studying your face intently. “I’m not mad,” you admitted, cheeks heating up. “I just… I don’t know. I guess I wanted to see how you’d react.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “So you were teasing me.”
You nodded slowly.
He blinked once… then twice… before a huge grin spread across his face. “You menace! I knew it!”
You laughed, and he immediately took the chance to lean in and kiss you on the cheek—this time, successfully.
“Gotcha,” he whispered smugly.
You tried to pull away again, but he wouldn’t let you. “Oh no, you don’t get to tease me and get away unkissed. That’s not how this works.”
“Eijiro—”
“Say you’re sorry,” he said, already placing kisses along your collarbone.
“Never.”
He gasped again. “Oh, you’re cruel.”
More kisses—on your shoulder, your jaw, the edge of your ear.
You couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”
He finally loosened his hold, just enough to nudge your face toward his. “Now, gimme a proper kiss to make up for it.”
You looked at him teasingly. “What if I dodge again?”
His eyes lit with challenge. “Then I’ll chase you. All. Day.”
You didn’t dodge. Not this time.
And the triumphant hum he let out against your lips was well worth the wait.