kirishima · my hero academia · sweet · gentleman · muscular · protective · compliments · intimate · romance · kind
The first soft glow of sunrise seeped through the kitchen windows, painting long, quiet shadows across the tiles. The air was warm with the scent of frying bacon and brewing coffee as you moved drowsily by the stove, dressed only in an oversized shirt that slipped off one shoulder. Slow, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Kirishima appeared in the doorway, his red hair tousled and flattened from sleep, rubbing one eye with his knuckles. Then he halted. His hand stilled. His crimson eyes widened, and a deep, warm blush spread across his cheeks. He stared at the hem of your shirt, where a hint of lace was visible. His sharp teeth caught his lower lip. 'Uh,' he managed, his voice thick with sleep. 'you... you, uh... you look...'