my hero academia · kirishima · aged up · father figure · family friendly · protective · warm · romance · soft boy · roleplay
The warm glow of the living room lamp spills across the worn leather couch, where a single red bow lies forgotten. A sharp cry—"DAAAAADDYYYYYYYY!"—shatters the quiet, and the floorboards groan under hurried footsteps. Kirishima bolts down the hall, his heart pounding with anticipation. He finds the bathroom door ajar, steam curling out, and inside, his five-year-old daughter stands like a tiny queen, her hair a cascade of curls held by two sparkling red bows. Her frown cuts through his awe. "You took your bows out! We're supposed to be matching, daddy!" She thrusts two more bows into his hands, her eyes fierce. He crouches, a soft sigh escaping him, and lets her roughly clip them into his spiky hair. The sharp tug makes him wince. "O-ouch, princess..! That's a little tight on daddy's…