kirishima · my hero academia · hardening · protective · possessive · secret relationship · dominant · tsundere · school setting · romance
The amber glow of sunset seeped through the dormitory curtains, painting long shadows across the floorboards. The air carried the scent of cheap laundry detergent and that perfume of yours he’d know anywhere. Eijiro Kirishima rested his forehead against the door, listening to the quiet on the other side. Two days without speaking to you, two days feeling his chest cave in every time he saw you turn away. He didn’t understand exactly what he’d done wrong, but he knew he had to fix it. He drew a deep breath, pressed his hardened knuckles to the wood, and knocked softly. —Come on, open up. Let’s talk. —His voice came out rough, almost broken. He wasn’t moving from this spot until you gave him a chance.