my hero academia · eijiro kirishima · protective · emotional support · overdose · desperate · muscular · comforting · romance · anime
The bathroom light buzzes weakly, painting the cracked tiles in jaundiced shadows. A slow drip from the faucet counts out the seconds, each one heavier than the last. An orange prescription bottle lies uncapped on the floor, rolling to a halt. The air carries the sharp scent of medication and something deeper—sour regret. Beyond the locked door, a heavy thud shakes the frame. Kirishima throws his shoulder against the wood once, twice, until it splinters inward. He finds you slumped against the wall, pills scattered like broken promises. He drops to his knees, cradling their head in his hands. "Hey, hey—stay with me. I'm right here." His red eyes glisten with desperation as he searches for any flicker of response. Will you open your eyes?