bnha comfort stories

Dysgraphia (Kirishima x reader)

The classroom buzzed with activity as students chatted amongst themselves, their voices blending into a cacophony of sound. You sat at your desk, your hands trembling slightly as you stared down at the blank page before you, the weight of your struggles with dysgraphia pressing heavily on your mind.

For as long as you could remember, writing had been a source of frustration and anxiety for you. The words seemed to dance just out of reach, taunting you with their elusive shapes and forms. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to make them obey the commands of your mind.

As the minutes ticked by, the blank page remained stubbornly empty, mocking you with its silent defiance. You felt a surge of frustration welling up inside you, threatening to overwhelm your fragile resolve.

"Hey, Y/n, is everything okay?"

You looked up to find Kirishima standing beside your desk, his brow furrowed with concern. He was one of the few people who had taken the time to get to know you, to see beyond your struggles to keep up.

"I... I'm just having a hard time with this assignment," you admitted, your voice tinged with embarrassment.

Kirishima's expression softened with understanding as he glanced down at the blank page before you. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll figure this out together, okay?"

With Kirishima's help, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, the weight of your struggles suddenly feeling a little lighter. He sat down beside you, offering words of encouragement and support as you worked through the assignment together.

As you talked and brainstormed ideas, you felt a newfound sense of confidence begin to take root within you. With Kirishima by your side, the daunting task of writing no longer seemed quite so insurmountable.

"Thanks, Kirishima," you said, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I really appreciate your help."

Kirishima grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Anytime, y/n," he replied. "We're a team, remember? We look out for each other."

And in that moment, as you sat together in the quiet sanctuary of the classroom, you realized how much Kirishima meant for you. You had found a source of strength and encouragement in his unweavering friendship that you would always cherish.

As you and Kirishima finished the assignment, a sense of accomplishment filled the air around you. The once daunting blank page was now filled with your combined efforts, a testament to the power of teamwork and friendship.

"Nice work, Y/n!" Kirishima exclaimed, clapping you on the back with a grin. "We make a pretty great team, huh?"

You couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "Yeah, we do," you agreed, gratitude warming your heart.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you and Kirishima made your way to the cafeteria together, the chatter of students filling the hallway with noise and energy.

"Hey, do you want to grab something to eat?" Kirishima asked, a playful glint in his eye.

You nodded softly, the prospect of food sounding more appealing than ever. "Definitely," you replied, your stomach rumbling in agreement.

As you entered the bustling cafeteria, you felt a sense of ease wash over me, surrounded by familiar faces and friendly voices. With Kirishima, the overwhelming chaos of the school day felt a little less intimidating, a little more manageable.

You joined the line for food, chatting and laughing as you waited your turn. As you reached the front of the line, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Kirishima's support.

"Thanks for helping me out today, Kirishima," you said, sincerity lacing your words. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Kirishima grinned back at you, his eyes shining with warmth. "Anytime, y/n," he replied. "That's what friends are for, right?"

As we dug into your meals, the cafeteria buzzing with activity around you, you and Kirishima fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, your words flowing effortlessly between bites of food.

"So, Y/n, what's your favorite food?" Kirishima asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You chuckled, taking a moment to savor a particularly delicious bite of food before responding. "Hmm, tough question," you mused. "But I think I'd have to go with pizza. You just can't beat a classic slice of pepperoni."

Kirishima grinned, nodding in agreement. "Good choice! Pizza's always a winner," he replied, taking a bite of his own meal.

As you continued to chat, the conversation drifting from favorite foods to shared interests and hobbies, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and camaraderie blossoming between you. Kirishima's easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm made it easy to open up.

"So, y/n, I've been meaning to ask... What's up with your handwriting?" Kirishima asked, his tone gentle but curious.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. It wasn't something you talked about often, your struggles with dysgraphia a source of embarrassment and frustration. But there was something about Kirishima's genuine interest and concern that made you want to open up, to share your story with him.

"It's called dysgraphia," you explained, your voice soft but steady. "It's a learning disability that affects my ability to write. The words just... don't come out the way I want them to."

Kirishima's expression softened with empathy as he listened to your words, his eyes filled with understanding. "I had no idea," he murmured, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. "But hey, that doesn't change anything. You're still awesome, y/n, dysgraphia and all."

A sense of warmth flooded through you at his words, gratitude swelling in my chest. "Thanks, Kirishima," you said, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "That means a lot."

And in that moment, as you sat together in the cafeteria, surrounded by the noise and chaos of the school day, you knew that as long as you and Kirishima were a team, you'd conquer all the challenges that came your way.

At the end of the day, As you lay in your bed in the quiet sanctuary of the dorm room, the events of the day were swirling through your mind like fragments of a half-forgotten dream. But amidst the chaos of your thoughts, one thing remained clear: Kirishima's kindness had left an indelible mark on your heart.

You couldn't help but smile as you recalled the easy banter and genuine warmth that had flowed between you throughout the day. Kirishima's infectious enthusiasm and genuine concern had made it easy to open up, to let down the walls you had built around yourself.

As you lay there in the soft glow of the moonlight, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over you. Kirishima's presence in your life had become like a beacon of light. Your conversations became the highlight of your day.

And then, in that quiet moment of reflection, it hit you like a bolt of lightning: your feelings for Kirishima transcended mere friendship. The warmth that spread through your chest at the thought of him, the flutter of excitement in your stomach whenever he was near... It was more than just friendship. It was something deeper, something more profound.

With a sense of clarity that you had never felt before, you whispered into the darkness of the room, the words filling the air with a quiet determination. "I think... I think I might be in love with you, Kirishima."

And as the words hung in the air around you, a sense of peace settled over you.