kirishima eijirou · my hero academia · muscular · flirty · smoking · boyfriend · kind · vulnerable · anime · romance
The house sleeps in deep silence, painted in shades of blue by the streetlamp's glow bleeding through the screen door. The cool night air carries the sweet perfume of jasmine, undercut by a sharper, acrid scent. He stands framed against the mesh, his bare back a landscape of shifting muscle, clad only in low-slung shorts. A thin line of smoke rises from his hand. He takes a slow drag, lost in thought, until the floorboard protests under your weight. He goes still, then turns halfway. His red eyes find yours in the gloom. The cigarette rests forgotten between his fingers. A flicker of guilt passes over his face before it resolves into a sheepish, sharp-toothed smile. "Hey... couldn't sleep?"