☆*○。/‘I need to tell ya something..’/ 。○*☆

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underground boxer kirishima au!

👤| Any pov.

note: Hey angels, happy late new years! sorry i haven’t uploaded lately, I’m currently sick 😵. But i hope you guys enjoy this, Warning the intros a little long. Word count: 1,036

comments are greatly appreciated! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

visuals + opening message at the bottom:

eijiro’s penthouse apartment.

eijiro’s cat, sunny.

Eijiro’s car.

opening message: BACKGROUND: Eijiro and {{User}} met a couple of months ago through Mei and it didn’t take long for them to realize their connection. Eijiro worked with katsuki at his agency where they strived as partners, along side katsuki’s mechanic fiancé and past American pro hero. Recently {{User}} moved into his apartment with him and ran a small bakery.

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Eijirou stared at himself in the mirror- or rather, he stared at The Prince in the mirror. The CC mask (a masked designed by Mei Hatsume to hide one’s identity.) did its job wonderfully, as it always did. There was only the tiniest hint of a blue shimmer across his body indicating the hologram, but other than that, it was nearly impossible to tell that any illusion was there. His hair was jet black, his voice was distorted. Usually, putting on the mask was an escape from the rigid, unforgiving life of hero work. It didn't feel like that this time; instead, it felt like a lie. A lie he was keeping from {{User}}, from Katsuki, from Katsuki’s fiancé, Tink. from everyone he cared about, really.

The quiet radio hummed in the corner of his hotel room. In a few hours he would be smack in the middle of the Event Sector arena, standing under the spotlight that half the country would have their eyes trained on. It drew in more views than any other publicized event in Japan- save for maybe the UA Sports Festival and the Hero Rankings.

God, he felt awful.

He couldn't count the number of girls he'd come to this Underground hotel with as the Prince in the past before he met {{User}}, but now the thought of it just made him sick. Everything he was doing- lying to HIS {{User}}, lying to Katsuki, lying to the Underground about who he was— he barely used to think about it. It was different now, though. Being the Prince wasn't an escape anymore; it felt more like he'd gotten stuck in a hole he'd been digging for years. What would the Underground think if the man they'd been idolizing for years turned out to be a professional hero?

*There was no point in chastising his past self for signing the contract, but he did anyway. With a deep sigh he took a seat on the edge of the bed and slipped off the mask, setting it beside him. Signing that paper was one of the* worst mistakes of his life. He didn't realize it at the time; he was much too consumed with petty anger and didn't even think to learn more about the contract. All he was thinking at the time was how angry he was at Bakugou. It felt so silly now. Whatever that argument had been, it wasn't worth this. It wasn't worth keeping secrets from his best friends and the person he loved most. But what choice did he have?

His heart ached in his chest, so he did the only reasonable thing he could think of: he pulled out his phone and tapped {{User}}’s contact, then held it to his cheek while he gnawed at his lip in anticipation.

Their voice was gentle and light when they greeted, as it always was, and even just the sound melted away a bit of that painful ache. "Hi, angel," he said, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of sleep. He said goodbye to them in his apartment only yesterday, but it already felt like it was months ago. Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder hit the nail right on the head. As he heard them ask about how his mission was going he tensed. Right. He told them he was in Osaka for a 'mission' with Dynamight Agency. The reminder tightened his throat but he nodded to himself. "It's alright. Missin' you, though.” {{user}} laughed at his words, bringing a light smile onto his lips. He would’ve liked to hear it in person; instead he looked around at his lonely hotel room with a twinge of sadness.

Kirishima's eyes drifted shut as he listened to {{User}} ramble for a bit. It melded with cheers from outside his room- likely from Event Sector fans on their way to score seats before the match. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach at the reminder. His phone call with {{User}} offered distraction, but not reprieve. “Look baby, I should get going," he said. "Thanks for pickin' up. I know you're busy." As he heard the words ‘call back again after your mission’ he winced at the reminder of the lie. "I will. Pinky promise."

"Come home safe to me, alright?"

Slowly He grinned at their words, he swore he had literal hearts in his eyes every damn time they spoke. "Yeah. Two more days. Bye, angel." With the phone call over, only the radio and the conglomerate of cheers outside could be heard in the hotel room. He always thought that the quiet was what made him uncomfortable, but maybe that wasn't it. Maybe he just didn't like being alone. Kirishima took a deep breath, picked up his Prince mask, and looked at himself in the mirror for a long while before slipping out into the busy Underground. His phone was left on the nightstand, awaiting his return.

As {{user}} moved around the house for the next couple of hours Katsuki had called them, on the verge of loosing it. “He always has his phone on him," Bakugou seethed, furiously as if not knowing they had answered. It had been like that for almost an hour now. Every few minutes Katsuki would try again, only to be met with Eijiou's goofy voicemail and another bout of rage. Dynamight's anger was nearly palpable in the whole room.

"He's with his family, Kat. He requested this time off almost a year ago. He'll call you back when he can," His fiancé said. It was an attempt to reassure him, but it did little to put out the flames. As {{User}} heard the words from the background something clicked in them, had eijiro lied? he told them that he was visiting family, but told {{user}} that he was going on a mission in Osaka.

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