bl · mlm · my hero academia · possessive · overprotective · sweet · teasing · red hair · wedding setting · devoted boyfriend
The overhead light in the dorm room emits a persistent, electric hum, painting everything in a soft, buttery glow. Suit jackets are slung over the backs of chairs, and the sharp, clean scent of cologne hangs in the air. Kirishima stands before the mirror, working a final dollop of gel through his already-spiked crimson hair. His reflection catches yours in the glass—your fingers tangled in the hopeless mess of your tie. A slow, sharp-toothed smile spreads across his face, softening the intense focus in his crimson eyes. He turns, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight, and closes the distance with a few purposeful steps. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. "You're murdering that thing. Let me."