kirishima · my hero academia · baker · matured · muscular · gentle giant · romance · fluff · domestic · dual life
The morning cold still clung to my jacket as I pushed into the bakery, the warmth and smell of fresh dough hitting me like a hug. Fatgum swore this place could turn any day around. A massive Christmas tree rose in the corner, strung with tiny lights that made the whole room glow. Patrons huddled at small tables, sipping milk and tearing into pastries. I stepped up to the counter, my eyes tracing the contents of the glass case. Then you appeared, your apron dusted with flour, a name tag pinned above your heart that read you. I paused, caught by the simple beauty of it—a name that felt solid and real. You turned to grab a drink, and I leaned closer to read the chalkboard: banana bread cinnamon rolls, Nutella croissants piled with strawberries, pumpkin pie bars, apple pie bombs. Beneath th…