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“Red Riot, Meet Your Sidekick”
The late evening air was cool, but sweat beaded on your forehead as another sharp contraction hit, making you grip the passenger seat armrest with a strangled cry.
“Almost there, babe!” Kirishima said, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he sped toward the hospital. “Just keep breathing! Like we practiced, right?”
You glared at him through gritted teeth. “I am breathing, Eijirou—do you want to try doing it while your insides are trying to rip you in half?”
He winced. “Right. Sorry. Focus mode. Hero mode. Got it.”
By the time the car skidded into the emergency parking, you were already moaning through another wave. Kirishima darted out, yelling for help, and within seconds, hospital staff had you in a wheelchair and racing down the hallway.
Once you were in the delivery room, everything felt like a blur. The fluorescent lights were too bright, the hospital gown too cold, and the contractions—insanely close together.
“I feel pressure,” you gasped, clutching Kirishima’s hand. “Like...a lot of pressure.”
He blinked. “Already? That was, what, fifteen minutes since the last check?”
“I’m serious. Something’s happening. This kid isn’t waiting.”
A nurse leaned in, lifting the blanket. Her eyes widened, and she barked over her shoulder, “We need a doctor in here, now. She's crowning!”
“Wait, what?!” Kirishima looked like he’d just taken a hit to the chest. “She’s—already?!”
The nurse met your eyes. “You’re doing great, honey, but this baby’s coming fast. Can you try pushing?”
“Are you kidding?” you panted. “I feel like my soul is about to exit my body.”
“You’ve got this, babe!” Kirishima said, brushing your hair back. “You’ve done harder things. You’re the strongest person I know.”
You barely heard him. Your body was already taking over, legs trembling as another contraction surged through you. You pushed with a cry, and suddenly the room filled with urgent voices, beeping machines, and the grounding grip of your husband’s hand.
“Again!” the nurse urged. “One more time!”
With a scream and a flood of emotion, you pushed—then just like that, it was over.
A piercing cry filled the room.
Your chest heaved, eyes wide with shock and awe. A tiny, wet, pink baby was lifted into the air.
“It’s a boy!” someone called.
Kirishima’s jaw dropped as the nurse placed the baby gently on your chest. He was flushed red, squirming, and absolutely perfect.
Kirishima let out a laugh that was half-sob, half-shock. “Babe… You just— we just—holy hell.”
You looked down at the baby, eyes blurry with tears. “That was so fast.”
“Fast?” Kirishima grinned, eyes glassy. “You just beat me in a race. That was Red Riot levels of fast!”
Despite the exhaustion, you chuckled softly. “Guess he wanted to make a dramatic entrance.”
Kirishima leaned in, kissing your temple. “He’s got your timing. And your strength. You were amazing.”
You closed your eyes for a moment, soaking it all in—the warmth of your baby, the comfort of Eijirou beside you, the soft hum of nurses tidying the room.
“I think he’s gonna be a little hero,” you whispered, “just like his dad.”
Kirishima swallowed hard. “Nah. He’s gonna be a hero like his mom.”
You held your tiny son closer, smiling through tears, your heart full.
Explosive Love: Final Chapter – The Fartening: UA Edition
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Class 1-A Babysitting Chaos
Genre: Pure Crack, Full Ensemble, Epic Finale
Summary: In a desperate bid to prove they’re “hero-ready,” Class 1-A volunteers to babysit together. Team effort, they said. It’ll be fine, they said. But nothing—nothing—could prepare them for one baby and her Quirk: Mass Gas Destruction.
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“You guys SURE about this?” Kirishima asked, holding your baby like she was the final boss.
The entire 1-A squad stood in formation—matching shirts, notebooks, snacks, and Mina with a whiteboard battle plan.
“This baby’s just a baby,” said Denki, already sweating but smiling. “We’ve survived finals!”
“She’s literally two feet tall,” Mineta scoffed. “What’s the worst she can—”
PFFFFFT.
The baby made direct eye contact with him as it echoed.
Everyone froze.
Bakugo walked by the door, still emotionally scarred. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered. “Little demon’s got a Quirk worse than mine.”
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Phase 1: Attempt Diplomacy
Iida read a book aloud. Momo sang softly. Tokoyami played ominous jazz on a toy piano.
The baby?
She waited.
Ochaco: “She’s so quiet…”
Tsuyu: “Too quiet.”
PHBRRRRRT.
Half the team hit the deck.
“WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” Kaminari screamed.
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Phase 2: Divide and Conquer
Jirou and Ojiro tried calming her with lullabies.
Kirishima and Mina tag-teamed diaper duty.
Sero built a fart-proof barrier with tape.
The baby? She broke through it.
“HOW DID SHE BREACH THE TAPE LINE?!” Sero yelled, diving for cover.
“THIS ISN’T TAPE-RESISTANT GAS!” yelled Yaoyorozu, sketching a hazmat blueprint midair.
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Phase 3: Full Meltdown
A fart rolled across the room like thunder.
Ashido screamed, “EVACUATE THE FLOOR!”
Todoroki used ice walls. She melted them with a warm, low pbbbt.
Bakugo peeked in again. “Still think this was a good idea?”
“LEAVE,” screamed Denki, wrapped in a baby blanket and crying.
“I can’t feel my legs,” muttered Mineta from under the couch.
“I think she farted my Quirk offline,” Deku whispered, stunned.
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Final Phase: Acceptance
Aizawa arrived to find the class scattered like a lost battle scene.
The baby sat in the center, giggling and reaching for her pacifier, a picture of peace after the storm.
“I see she won,” he said.
“She always wins,” Kirishima groaned, gently scooping her up.
“She’s gonna be a future Number One,” Todoroki murmured, still clutching a Febreze can like a sword.
The baby looked around.
Smiled.
And let out one final, echoing toot.
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Epilogue:
She grew up to be a kind, strong, powerful young girl.
…Her Quirk? "Pressure Release" – a combustion-based gas emission with trajectory control.
Pro Hero Name: Windbreaker.
Bakugo never recovered.
Kirishima was proud.
You? You carried Febreze in your hero utility belt—forever.
The End.
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Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitter Mina Ashido
Genre: Crack fluff, Chaos, Girl Power vs Baby Gas Power
Summary: After hearing the legends of Baby Boom, Mina insists on babysitting. Confident. Fearless. Fabulous. She walks in like it’s a spa day. But this baby has no mercy—and Mina’s about to find out that cute pink hair doesn’t protect you from napalm-level toots.
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“Guys, please,” Mina waved her hand dramatically as she slid her sunglasses down. “How bad could one tiny baby be?”
Kirishima and you just stared at her.
“Bakugo almost cried,” you offered gently.
“Deku said his lungs aged five years,” Kirishima added.
“Todoroki won't make eye contact with any infants anymore,” you finished.
Mina grinned. “So she’s a little spicy. I’m spicy. We’ll vibe.”
You handed the baby over. She cooed. Mina winked.
"Girls stick together," Mina said proudly.
From the hallway, Kirishima whispered to you, “We should start a timer.”
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T+10 Minutes:
Mina was dancing in the living room, holding the baby like she was in a music video.
“We’re thriving, girl!” she sang. “Look at you! A queen! A tiny, powerful queen—”
PFFFFFFFFT.
She froze. The baby grinned.
“Okay,” Mina said slowly. “That was... assertive.”
She sniffed.
“Oh no.”
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T+18 Minutes:
Mina had relocated to the balcony.
“I’m not saying I’m scared,” she said aloud, talking to the baby like a roommate. “But I did just Febreze your diaper like six times. And you’re still going.”
The baby tooted again. Long. Proud. Musical.
Mina blinked. “That one had a melody.”
She pulled out her phone. “Group chat. Emergency. I’m being farted alive.”
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T+30 Minutes:
Kirishima peeked through the window.
Mina was standing in the middle of the living room like a war general, armed with lavender incense, baby wipes, and a fan in each hand. The baby sat smugly in a bouncer, thumping her legs like a war drum.
You sipped your drink calmly. “She’s gone full tactical.”
Kirishima whistled. “I’ve never seen Mina sweat before.”
PHHHBBT.
Inside, Mina yelled, “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”
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T+50 Minutes:
When you returned, the scene was… dramatic.
Mina was lying flat on the couch, a cold washcloth over her forehead.
“She won,” she mumbled. “I tried… I really tried.”
The baby was sound asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—like she hadn’t just gas-bombed a fully trained pro hero.
Kirishima picked her up and sniffed cautiously. “She’s… calm now?”
Mina sat up slowly. “She was never mad. That’s the worst part. She enjoyed it.”
You patted her shoulder. “She respects you now.”
Mina exhaled. “Good. She can remember that next time, when I show up in hazmat pink.”
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Next time: Sero and Denki want to babysit together.
Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Reluctant Babysitter Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Chaos
Summary: Kirishima finally convinces Bakugo to babysit for just one hour. It goes exactly how you'd expect—except worse. Because the baby still has her secret weapon: farts. And Bakugo? He's not ready.
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“I swear, it’ll only be an hour,” Kirishima said, practically bouncing with excitement as you both stood by the door.
Bakugo stood in the living room, arms crossed, expression thunderous. “Why the hell am I even here?”
“You owe me!” Kirishima grinned, already tossing him the diaper bag. “Remember that time I took a lightning bolt for you during that joint training exercise?”
“That was three years ago!”
“And I still have the scar.”
You tried not to laugh as you slipped your shoes on. “Don’t worry, she’s napping. Easiest babysitting gig ever.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re lying.”
You and Kirishima bolted before he could say anything else.
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Exactly three minutes later…
PFFFFFFFFTTT
Bakugo stared in horror at the tiny being in front of him.
“What the hell was that.”
The baby gurgled innocently from her blanket on the floor. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, gleaming with the chaos of a true menace.
PFFT-BRRRRT.
“…OH HELL NO.”
Bakugo shot up, backing away like she’d just thrown a grenade. “Why does she sound like a damn motorboat?!”
The baby let out a victorious squeal, rolling slightly. The air grew thick with danger.
“I swear to—KIRISHIMA, YOU SET ME UP!”
He pinched his nose and tiptoed over with a blanket held like a shield. “Okay, okay. You got your joke. Ha ha. Very funny. Diaper change time.”
He opened the diaper.
“Oh my god.”
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Thirty minutes in…
Bakugo was pacing the room, the baby on his hip, burping.
“Come on, I fight villains who can control freakin’ fire. I blow stuff up for a living. I’m not scared of a little—”
PFFFT.
“…I am terrified.”
He glared at her. “What the hell are you eating? Lava?!”
She giggled and patted his cheek sweetly. Then promptly let another one rip.
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One hour later…
Kirishima opened the door and found Bakugo standing in the hallway, shirtless, holding your baby at arm’s length like a contaminated bomb.
“She farted on my neck,” Bakugo said quietly. “I can still feel it.”
Kirishima blinked. “Where’s your shirt?”
“She won. That’s where it is.”
You took the baby from him, laughing as she snuggled into your shoulder.
“She’s a menace,” Bakugo muttered, turning to leave. “And I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”
Kirishima grinned. “See ya next week, bro. Same time?”
Bakugo didn’t answer. He just kept walking.
PFFFT.
Your daughter let out one final farewell.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. “Tell her to keep that war crime to herself next time.”
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Explosive Love (Literally)
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic
Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.
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You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.
Seriously. It was almost impressive.
"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.
"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.
Pfffft.
Another one. Right on his thigh.
Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”
You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”
He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”
Pfffft.
“Yup. Chosen again.”
The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.
“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”
“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”
You stifled a laugh behind your hand.
Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”
Pfffffbbbbt.
“NOOO!”
You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.
He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”
You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”
Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”
The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.
"…I think I’m gonna need backup."
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Ejirou cares about you too much
Ejirou Kirishima x Sick!GN!Reader
Summary: You're sick and Kirishima cares about you too much, ‘till the point he would take care of you when he can.
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“Ngh-” I suddenly felt weak in my body. the moment I woke up, I felt weak. ‘Am I sick?’ I thought to myself, I tried to shake it off and tried to get up to get ready. It was a Friday, I’m sure I’m gonna get through the day with no problem. I slowly got up and stretched my legs and arms, I walked over to my closet and grabbed my uniform. I walked out of my room to the shared bathroom [You guys can pick which bathroom, the female or the male. Or you can just imagine there’s a gender neutral one!] . I then placed down my uniform and got into one of the showers and showered.
While I showered, my vision turned black for a second. I panicked a little but I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. I then opened my eyes and my sight was better. I shrugged off that you were about to pass out, and continued to shower.
I walked out of the showered and changed. After I changed, I walked all the way back to my dorm and with the elevator too. I grabbed my stuff and put them in my bag and went back to the elevator with some classmates. Once we all went out, we all parted and walked outside of the dorm building.
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“Are you alright Y/N?” I heard a classmate asked,
“Mhm! Just fine!” I smiled back at them.
I sighed and continued walking around the school grounds, it was break and I finished eating so I decided to walk around, my body felt a bit weak but not as worse than when I woke up. As I walked by the halls, I saw a red spiky haired boy. He noticed me staring and he walked to me, “Heyy Y/N!” I smiled at him, “Hello Kirishima.”
He showed his sharky smile that just makes me feel warm inside, apart from the cold feeling than usual. Kirishima noticed something different, “Hey, you good?” “Mhm- Just fine Kirishima,” I softly said with a smile. He looked at you up and down, he then put his hand up to my forehead,
“Y/N! Your heating up! Didn’t you noticed this before or you started to heat up before some periods?” He worriedly said.
“I’m fine, don’t worr-” Then suddenly I saw the faint black turn into pitch black and I passed out
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“Hm?” I woke up, feeling less weak then I did, I looked around to see I was in my dorm again. I looked to my right to see a sleeping Kirishima. Has he been taking care of me? I tapped his lap, he flinched and woke up, “Y/N! YOUR AWAKEEE.” He hugged me tight, he realised he hugged me too tight and let go. “Recovery girl said you got a fever, you got some days off,” Kirishima explained and I nodded.
“How about you? You got class” I said while looking at my alarm clock and back at him. “I got time off~ Just to take care of you!” He proudly said with his iconic shark smile, I chuckled and looked at him with a smile,
“Thank you.”
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[YOUR SICK! I don’t think it’s a good thing to congrats someone with- But here’s how I think how Eijirou would take care of you!]
- He will stay as long as he wants, to take care of you. Even if you guys got different classes, like if your from class 1C and he’s from class 1A, he does not care.
- If he could, he would ask Bakugou to make some soup for you and buy some medicine if you don’t have any.
- I think he would be so sweet to you and try to keep you comfortable, like maybe fluffing up your pillow or moving them to become like a pillow chair.
- He would even cuddle with you if you asked him to.
- Ask anything and HE WILL GET THE STUFF. Cold water? Ran to the common room, ran back to you. More blankets? If you got more in your closet, he will get them for you. Cuddles? SAY NOTHING LESS, he’s cuddling you until you fall asleep.
- Just a much of kisses when he cuddles you.
★☽A/N: I love this shark boy, I SWEAR! Also I am so shocked by the amount of notes/likes I got from the Hawks x GN!Reader headcannons! I just wanna say, thanks for them cause I honestly didn’t think it would get that much in just 2 days- It’s not something I see often in my Tumblr Page.