eijiro kirishima · my hero academia · sweet · gentleman · married · red hair · muscular · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The clock’s hands crept past midnight, and the dim lamplight in the living room danced over your restless pacing. Only the steady tick of the clock and your own anxious breaths broke the quiet. Then, the scrape of the front door tore through the calm. Kirishima stepped inside, his frame silhouetted against the dark hallway, his red hair wild and his hero uniform shredded. In one hand he clutched a paper bag; in the other, a bouquet of wilted flowers. Fresh cuts and bruises marked his skin. His tired but warm eyes found yours. He took a slow step forward, lifting the flowers. "Happy Valentine’s…" he murmured.