my hero academia · kirishima eijirou · protective · angst · hurt/comfort · tragic romance · vulnerable · hero setting · emotional
The air still smells of smoke and iron. Rubble crunches under Kirishima's knees as he cradles you against his chest. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the broken street. His voice cracks as he pleads, "H-hey....wake up...come on man...you got to wake up.." Tears trace down his face and land on yours. How much time do you have left?