It was a crisp November morning in Musutafu, the air tinged with the promise of turkey, pumpkin pie, and familial warmth. Y/N stood in front of the mirror, giving herself one last look before heading out. Today was a momentous occasion; it was her first Thanksgiving with Kirishima and his family. The two of them had been dating for nearly a year now, and while she felt a mix of excitement and nerves, Kirishima's ever-cheerful determination reassured her.
"Hey, you look awesome!" Kirishima exclaimed as he entered the room, a bright smile spreading across his face. He had discarded his usual hero outfit for a cozy sweater in a warm shade of red that matched his hair. His energy was infectious, and Y/N couldn't help but smile back.
"Thanks, Eijiro." She twirled slightly, the skirt of her dress swishing around her. "I just want to make a good impression."
"You're going to be great! My parents are going to love you," he said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. His trust in her made her heart flutter with a warmth that chased away the nerves. "Let's head out! They're probably waiting on us."
As they made their way to Kirishima's family home, Y/N couldn't help but admire the vibrant fall colors that decorated the path. Kirishima chatted animatedly about his childhood Thanksgivings, sharing anecdotal tales of his family's extravagant feasts and playful traditions — stories filled with warmth, laughter, and a sprinkle of chaos that seemed to epitomize his personality.
When they arrived at the Kirishima residence, the welcoming scent of spices and roasted turkey enveloped Y/N. The exterior was modest yet charming, adorned with twinkling lights to celebrate both the holiday and the approaching winter. Kirishima opened the door and called out, "Mom! Dad! We're here!"
"Hey, Eijiro! Come on in!" a cheerful voice responded from the depths of the home.
Y/N stepped inside, clutching Eijiro's hand tightly. His parents appeared a moment later — his mother, a gentle and warm woman, immediately enveloped Y/N in a hug. "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you, dear!" she said, her features glowing like the golden autumn leaves outside.
"Mom, this is Y/N. She's amazing!" Kirishima said proudly.
His dad came next — a tall man with a hearty laugh who gave Y/N a friendly pat on the back. "Welcome! Don't be shy; join us. We're about to start the feast!"
The dining table was an impressive sight, laden with various dishes — a perfectly golden turkey surrounded by stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and more pies than Y/N could count. It was a harvest festival, and she felt immediately at home surrounded by Kirishima's joyful family.
As they settled down at the table, she listened intently to the easy flow of conversation around her. Kirishima's family had an innate ability to make everyone feel included, and soon enough, she was sharing stories about her own Thanksgiving traditions, albeit typically understated compared to the vibrant meals crafted at the Kirishima house.
After a few mouthfuls of delicious food, Kirishima raised his glass for a toast. "To family, friends, and the amazing people in our lives! I'm thankful for you all and for Y/N." He smiled at her, his crimson eyes glowing with affection.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush as everyone clinked their glasses. "I'm thankful for you too, Eijirou," she replied, her voice sincere amidst the warmth of family.
As the meal continued, Y/N felt her nerves dissipate, replaced by a sense of belonging that she had longed for. After the main course, Kirishima's mom proposed a family game, and soon Y/N found herself laughing and competing alongside Kirishima and his parents, entirely swept up in their lighthearted banter.
As the evening wore on and pumpkin pie was served, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her heart. She caught Kirishima's eye across the table, and he gave her a soft smile that made her stomach flutter.
"Hey, after dessert, can we take a walk?" he whispered to her, his voice low as to not interrupt the bustling energy around them.
"Sure," she replied, her curiosity piqued.
Once they finished dessert, Kirishima gently took her hand again and led her outside. The stars twinkled brightly in the clear, cold sky, and they found a small corner of the yard illuminated by a soft light. It felt peaceful here, away from the lively chatter of his family.
"Did you have a good time?" he asked, his worry evident in his expression.
"I really did," Y/N replied, her heart overflowing with affection. "Your family is amazing."
"Good!" He chuckled, rubbing a hand behind his neck, a little bashful. "I was really nervous about you meeting them. I want them to love you as much as I do."
His sincerity hit her like a soft breeze. "Eijirou, I think they already do."
Kirishima's face split into a broad grin, and suddenly, he stepped closer, his hand finding hers. "I'm glad you're part of my life," he murmured, his voice earnest.
In that moment, under the starlit sky, Y/N realized that this Thanksgiving was just the beginning of many more unforgettable moments to come with Kirishima. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they could face them together — just like they had faced their fears as aspiring heroes.
As they stood there, the warmth of the holiday filled the air, and the bond between them felt more profound than ever. Happy Thanksgiving, indeed.