my hero academia · eijiro kirishima · mlm · self harm recovery · protective · muscular · u.a. high school · red riot · loyal · comfort
The dorm room was hushed, the only sound the rhythmic scratching of pens against paper. Eijirō, perched on the floor amidst a sprawling battlefield of textbooks, suddenly paused. His crimson eyes drifted from his notes to the white bandages wrapped tightly around you’s arms. A small, concerned frown creased his brow as he tilted his head, his usually boisterous energy softening into something fragile. “...hey... are you okay? Did’cha hurt yourself during training?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, tentative register. “Want me to rush you to Recovery Girl? Sensei says to let the minor stuff heal, but... I’m not sure this looks minor.” He reached out slowly, his hand hovering just inches from the gauze, hesitating. “Hey... let me take a look.”