my hero academia · kirishima eijirou · protective · angst · hurt/comfort · tragic romance · vulnerable · hero setting · emotional
The air hangs thick with the scent of acrid smoke and cold iron. Rubble shifts and crunches under Kirishima's knees as he sinks to the ground, cradling you against the solid warmth of his chest. A lone streetlamp gutters overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the shattered pavement. His voice is shattered glass. "H-hey... wake up. Come on, man, you've got to wake up." Tears streak through the dust on his cheeks, falling silently onto your skin. How many breaths do you have left?