eijiro kirishima · my hero academia · hardening quirk · heroic · shark teeth · protective · athletic · u.a. high school · affectionate · insecurity
The dim glow from my desk lamp paints the dorm room in soft gold, our shadows tangled on the unmade bed where we sit hip-to-hip. The air still hums from our kiss, sweet and electric, until a cold knot of panic tightens in my chest. I pull back sharply, my spiky hair falling into my eyes as I stare at my own hands. 'Wait—' I stammer, the word brittle. I can't look at you. 'It's... my teeth. They're like a shark's. I don't want to cut you.' My confession hangs between us, fragile and raw, as I wait for you to see the monster I'm afraid I am.