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Everyone was inside the dorm but you.

There was a thunderstorm but you loved it so you the second you heard the rain pattering against the glass of your window, you rushed outside, ignoring the statements of your fellow classmates who tried to stop you from going outside since you already had a cold but you didn't care; you loved the rain. The past few days, most of your class have been trying to get you to stay in your bed and rest but you were being your stubborn self and refused to, wanting to do things that you normally do. So what if you're sick? You can still do the things you want.

You stood outside, enjoying the feeling of rain hitting you with a soft sound before it seeped through your clothes and dampened your flesh. Though most people would hate getting soaked, you didn't mind it, because it brought back all your childhood memories which couldn't be created again, and you don't want to forget them. Ever. Because they hold a unique place in your heart which only one person has touched, and they also made another special spot. Both of the things that have your heart are dear to you, and they are the two things you definitely don't want to lose.

Shortly, the rain wasn't the only liquid flowing down your face. Joining the rain were your tears that fell unexpectedly. But you weren't sad, so why were you crying? Is it because of the recollections? If anything, the reminiscences make you happy. So why?

Because of all the moisture on your face, you had to brush your hair back to prevent it from sticking to your skin, however, the wind had other ideas, trying to keep your hair in the way. You sighed in frustration and took the hairband from your wrist to tie your hair in a loose bun. Once you did that, you wiped your tears away but, against your will, they kept on spraying out of your eyes.

Lightning struck somewhere in the distance before thunder followed. You didn't even flinch, you were rather enjoying all the noises mingling together; the shower and crashing of clouds. You don't know why, but you found peace in the midst of this thunderstorm. It wasn't like other days when it would just rain, it seemed to affect you more in a way, causing you to silently sob. You couldn't even sniffle since your nose was blocked.

When you were younger, you lived with your parents and two brothers, one was older and the other was younger. Whenever it rained, you and your siblings would want to go outside but your mother and father would stop the three of you, telling you to put on a coat and wear suitable shoes. Once you were all ready, you would run into the garden and play in the rain. Sometimes, one of you would slip; sometimes, one of you would fall face flat onto the ground while the other two laughed at the mud stuck to their face; sometimes, one of you, or all of you, would get sick and your parents would bring you in to warm you up and care for you; sometimes, all three of you would want to get sick on purpose so you could be cared for; sometimes, when you were sick, you all competed to see who your parents loved the most. And they would always say, "We love all of you equally."

If only your family were still here with you...

"(Y/N)," a voice called as they approached you.

You quickly cleared your tears away, upon hearing the familiar voice, before turning towards the redhead with a small smile. He had a smile before sighing and shaking his head as he neared closer to you. Once he reached you, he placed a jacket around your drenched frame. He folded his arms and slightly frowned at you.

"If you were going to come outside in this weather, you should have worn a jacket," he muttered, pulling you into his arms.

"I'm fine," you said with a soft voice since you had a sore throat.

"Whatever... Why were you crying?"

You looked up at him with a questioning gaze. How did he know you were crying?

"You think I wouldn't know that you were crying? What's wrong?"

"... I was just thinking..."

"About...?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff about your childhood?"

You meekly nodded, averting your gaze to the ground where you watched each raindrop fall with a tap and combine with others to create a small puddle.

"You know that I'm always going to be here when you want to talk. Don't hold back."

"Why did everything close to me have to leave me?" you murmured into his chest.

"I won't leave you," he said quietly, resting his chin upon your head.

"How can you keep that promise?"

"You'll just have to trust me."

Kirishima removed his chin from your head and cupped your cheek, tearing your face away from his slightly wet shirt. You saw a smile painted on his lips before he leaned in for a kiss and you returned the action, giving him a loving kiss which lasted longer than expected.

"Aw, look at them! They're so cute!" Ashido exclaimed.

"I wish I had a boyfriend like him," Hagakure sighed.

"Stop spying on them," Yaoyorozu scolded them.

You parted from his lips, bringing your hands up his chest and to his face.

"I love you, Eijirou."

"I love you, too, (Y/N)," he replied with an adorable grin. "Come on, let's go inside. You're soaking and I don't want you getting iller."

"I want to stay here for a bit longer. But you can go inside."

"I'll keep you company then. It wouldn't be manly if I left my girlfriend by herself."

He rested an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. Both of you stood there in silence in the rain, which was slowly getting lighter, soon turning to drizzle as the sky cleared up a little, showing the evening sky.

"Let's go," you said, turning to your boyfriend who seemed lost in thought. He nodded and both of you went back inside, water trickling from your clothes.

Multiple coughs left your throat as you put your forearm on your mouth. Kirishima had a concerned expression, taking the dripping jacket from you and leaving it to hang. You carried on coughing so he rubbed a hand on your back as a way of helping you.

"Change out of your clothes and have a warm shower. I'll make you hot chocolate."

"Thanks, babe," your voice was weak.

You slowly made your way to the showers, finding some other girls there who beamed at you. You gave a smile in return but you weren't bothered to make conversation with them. All you wanted was Kirishima and the hot chocolate he made for you.

~/~

Kirishima had his hair down as he sat cross-legged on his bed with his back to the wall and you sat in front of him, your back facing him. You held a mug of hot chocolate in your hand, and a book in the other, taking a sip of the beverage every now and then. As you did that, he gently brushed your wet hair, making sure not to yank your hair out or cause you any pain.

"Do you want some?" you offered but he refused. "It's really good. Thank you."

"Anything for you. And it's only a manly thing to do."

Once he was finished, he put down the hairbrush and dragged you onto his lap, looping an arm around your waist. You laid your head on his shoulder and carried on reading your book, Kirishima joining you. After a moment, he glanced at you to see how engrossed you were, causing a smile to creep onto his lips. You had a feeling he was staring at you, so you looked at him, locking eyes with his crimson ones. You pecked his lips before turning back to the book.

A while after, you had fallen asleep. Carefully, he placed you down on his bed, drawing the covers over you. He turned off the light and went in next to you, pulling you close to his chest. He kissed your forehead and rested his cheek on top of your head before drifting off.

~/~

In the middle of the night, you woke up to find yourself crying as you sat up. You wiped the few tears away and let out a quiet huff, running your hand through your hair.

"Hey, what's wrong?" your boyfriend asked tiredly before yawning.

"Nothing. Just had a bad dream."

"Lie down," he ordered and you complied, snuggling into him. He moved a hand over your tresses, tucking your head under his chin. Your breath blew into the crook of his neck. "Talk to me."

"... I had a dream about my family. I saw my mum smile as she watched my dad play with us. I loved all of them--I still do. I miss them so much," you said quietly and he listened closely like he always would when you would confide in him. You let out a small laugh before carrying on, "I remember one time, me and my brothers were riding our bikes around the neighbourhood but I fell off mine, grazing my knee and I cried. We were in front of our house. They laughed at me and my dad came outside to help me, telling them off. He picked me up and treated my injury as my brothers watched, jealous because of the attention I was getting. I saw them and smirked. After that, they were even more kind to me and we played together, as we always did."

"It sounds like you had fun every day. You're lucky."

"How am I lucky? They were all killed by a single villain when I was only ten years old. How is that lucky? I had to live with my auntie for six years and I hated it. She acted as if I wasn't there, she would smoke and drink in front of me, and she didn't have any children so I just sat in my room. I didn't have any sort of entertainment. Tell me how I'm lucky?" You slightly raised your voice. A cough followed soon after.

"Shh. Don't strain your voice."

You quietly wept, not wanting Kirishima to notice, but of course, he did. This time, though, he didn't point it out, he just soothed you with whispers and kisses.

"Promise me that you won't leave me." You looked at him, your orbs glossy as tears welled up again.

He kissed the tears away and leaned his forehead on yours before replying, "I promise."

Description
Everyone was inside the dorm but you.

There was a thunderstorm but you loved it so you the second you heard the rain pattering against the glass of your window, you rushed outside, ignoring the statements of your fellow classmates who tried to stop you from going outside since you already had a cold but you didn't care; you loved the rain. The past few days, most of your class have been trying to get you to stay in your bed and rest but you were being your stubborn self and refused to, wanting to do things that you normally do. So what if you're sick? You can still do the things you want.

You stood outside, enjoying the feeling of rain hitting you with a soft sound before it seeped through your clothes and dampened your flesh. Though most people would hate getting soaked, you didn't mind it, because it brought back all your childhood memories which couldn't be created again, and you don't want to forget them. Ever. Because they hold a unique place in your heart which only one person has touched, and they also made another special spot. Both of the things that have your heart are dear to you, and they are the two things you definitely don't want to lose.

Shortly, the rain wasn't the only liquid flowing down your face. Joining the rain were your tears that fell unexpectedly. But you weren't sad, so why were you crying? Is it because of the recollections? If anything, the reminiscences make you happy. So why?

Because of all the moisture on your face, you had to brush your hair back to prevent it from sticking to your skin, however, the wind had other ideas, trying to keep your hair in the way. You sighed in frustration and took the hairband from your wrist to tie your hair in a loose bun. Once you did that, you wiped your tears away but, against your will, they kept on spraying out of your eyes.

Lightning struck somewhere in the distance before thunder followed. You didn't even flinch, you were rather enjoying all the noises mingling together; the shower and crashing of clouds. You don't know why, but you found peace in the midst of this thunderstorm. It wasn't like other days when it would just rain, it seemed to affect you more in a way, causing you to silently sob. You couldn't even sniffle since your nose was blocked.

When you were younger, you lived with your parents and two brothers, one was older and the other was younger. Whenever it rained, you and your siblings would want to go outside but your mother and father would stop the three of you, telling you to put on a coat and wear suitable shoes. Once you were all ready, you would run into the garden and play in the rain. Sometimes, one of you would slip; sometimes, one of you would fall face flat onto the ground while the other two laughed at the mud stuck to their face; sometimes, one of you, or all of you, would get sick and your parents would bring you in to warm you up and care for you; sometimes, all three of you would want to get sick on purpose so you could be cared for; sometimes, when you were sick, you all competed to see who your parents loved the most. And they would always say, "We love all of you equally."

If only your family were still here with you...

"(Y/N)," a voice called as they approached you.

You quickly cleared your tears away, upon hearing the familiar voice, before turning towards the redhead with a small smile. He had a smile before sighing and shaking his head as he neared closer to you. Once he reached you, he placed a jacket around your drenched frame. He folded his arms and slightly frowned at you.

"If you were going to come outside in this weather, you should have worn a jacket," he muttered, pulling you into his arms.

"I'm fine," you said with a soft voice since you had a sore throat.

"Whatever... Why were you crying?"

You looked up at him with a questioning gaze. How did he know you were crying?

"You think I wouldn't know that you were crying? What's wrong?"

"... I was just thinking..."

"About...?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff about your childhood?"

You meekly nodded, averting your gaze to the ground where you watched each raindrop fall with a tap and combine with others to create a small puddle.

"You know that I'm always going to be here when you want to talk. Don't hold back."

"Why did everything close to me have to leave me?" you murmured into his chest.

"I won't leave you," he said quietly, resting his chin upon your head.

"How can you keep that promise?"

"You'll just have to trust me."

Kirishima removed his chin from your head and cupped your cheek, tearing your face away from his slightly wet shirt. You saw a smile painted on his lips before he leaned in for a kiss and you returned the action, giving him a loving kiss which lasted longer than expected.

"Aw, look at them! They're so cute!" Ashido exclaimed.

"I wish I had a boyfriend like him," Hagakure sighed.

"Stop spying on them," Yaoyorozu scolded them.

You parted from his lips, bringing your hands up his chest and to his face.

"I love you, Eijirou."

"I love you, too, (Y/N)," he replied with an adorable grin. "Come on, let's go inside. You're soaking and I don't want you getting iller."

"I want to stay here for a bit longer. But you can go inside."

"I'll keep you company then. It wouldn't be manly if I left my girlfriend by herself."

He rested an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. Both of you stood there in silence in the rain, which was slowly getting lighter, soon turning to drizzle as the sky cleared up a little, showing the evening sky.

"Let's go," you said, turning to your boyfriend who seemed lost in thought. He nodded and both of you went back inside, water trickling from your clothes.

Multiple coughs left your throat as you put your forearm on your mouth. Kirishima had a concerned expression, taking the dripping jacket from you and leaving it to hang. You carried on coughing so he rubbed a hand on your back as a way of helping you.

"Change out of your clothes and have a warm shower. I'll make you hot chocolate."

"Thanks, babe," your voice was weak.

You slowly made your way to the showers, finding some other girls there who beamed at you. You gave a smile in return but you weren't bothered to make conversation with them. All you wanted was Kirishima and the hot chocolate he made for you.

~/~

Kirishima had his hair down as he sat cross-legged on his bed with his back to the wall and you sat in front of him, your back facing him. You held a mug of hot chocolate in your hand, and a book in the other, taking a sip of the beverage every now and then. As you did that, he gently brushed your wet hair, making sure not to yank your hair out or cause you any pain.

"Do you want some?" you offered but he refused. "It's really good. Thank you."

"Anything for you. And it's only a manly thing to do."

Once he was finished, he put down the hairbrush and dragged you onto his lap, looping an arm around your waist. You laid your head on his shoulder and carried on reading your book, Kirishima joining you. After a moment, he glanced at you to see how engrossed you were, causing a smile to creep onto his lips. You had a feeling he was staring at you, so you looked at him, locking eyes with his crimson ones. You pecked his lips before turning back to the book.

A while after, you had fallen asleep. Carefully, he placed you down on his bed, drawing the covers over you. He turned off the light and went in next to you, pulling you close to his chest. He kissed your forehead and rested his cheek on top of your head before drifting off.

~/~

In the middle of the night, you woke up to find yourself crying as you sat up. You wiped the few tears away and let out a quiet huff, running your hand through your hair.

"Hey, what's wrong?" your boyfriend asked tiredly before yawning.

"Nothing. Just had a bad dream."

"Lie down," he ordered and you complied, snuggling into him. He moved a hand over your tresses, tucking your head under his chin. Your breath blew into the crook of his neck. "Talk to me."

"... I had a dream about my family. I saw my mum smile as she watched my dad play with us. I loved all of them--I still do. I miss them so much," you said quietly and he listened closely like he always would when you would confide in him. You let out a small laugh before carrying on, "I remember one time, me and my brothers were riding our bikes around the neighbourhood but I fell off mine, grazing my knee and I cried. We were in front of our house. They laughed at me and my dad came outside to help me, telling them off. He picked me up and treated my injury as my brothers watched, jealous because of the attention I was getting. I saw them and smirked. After that, they were even more kind to me and we played together, as we always did."

"It sounds like you had fun every day. You're lucky."

"How am I lucky? They were all killed by a single villain when I was only ten years old. How is that lucky? I had to live with my auntie for six years and I hated it. She acted as if I wasn't there, she would smoke and drink in front of me, and she didn't have any children so I just sat in my room. I didn't have any sort of entertainment. Tell me how I'm lucky?" You slightly raised your voice. A cough followed soon after.

"Shh. Don't strain your voice."

You quietly wept, not wanting Kirishima to notice, but of course, he did. This time, though, he didn't point it out, he just soothed you with whispers and kisses.

"Promise me that you won't leave me." You looked at him, your orbs glossy as tears welled up again.

He kissed the tears away and leaned his forehead on yours before replying, "I promise."