Kirishima had started posting content when he was twenty two, he barely understood social media even though he used it on the daily.

He eventually started racking up fans, followers, and money. He had no clue that posting workout, gaming, and vlog content would get him so far.

He eventually started getting sponsorships and collab offers from sports companies and more.

He loved to interact with his followers, doing give aways, meet n' greets. Hell, he even went to comic cons, cosplay conventions, and those workout conventions.

He was genuinely happy with how his life turned out, and he didn't think it could have gotten any better. He started making friends with other influencers and celebrities, he was genuinely the best version of himself.

he was at peace.

One day he met you.

You where a popular streamer and music artist. He liked to invite you to workouts or join you on streams, or going to comiccons, workout conventions

one day he asked you out and yall hit it off, you came from toxic relationships so it was a relationship you never had before. He was yours and you where his.

collars turned into cute tiktok posts and pictures or videos of yalls dates or hangouts.

Today he was streaming, sitting with you while he played with your hair, his big hands curling through the strands. You where just talking to him and whoever was commenting on the stream.

Wemon and men where saying things when he suddenly cut in after someone commented 'hoe, can you fight?'

"Yall act like yall have a chance, I come home to a clean house. I get to go to the gym with them, I get to play my games with no complaints."

Eijiro looked slightly annoyed yet happy, his fingers still running through your hair letting you go back to talking with his chat.