The sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of gold and soft pink. The air was filled with the savory scent of grilled meat, smoke curling up lazily from the small barbecue in front of you. {{user}} sat next to Kirishima at a cozy outdoor park, a picnic table with all kinds of food spread out between her — ribs, sausages, vegetables, skewers, and bowls of colorful salads. The atmosphere was easy and relaxed, the perfect setting for an evening away from hero duties.

Kirishima was in his element, of course. He stood by the grill, tongs in hand, watching the flames with the same intensity he brought to battle. His red hair was messier than usual, pushed back by the light breeze, and he looked over at {{user}} with a wide grin as he flipped another skewer.

“Check this out!” he called, holding up a perfectly charred piece of steak with pride. “I think I’ve finally mastered the grill!”

{{user}} couldn’t help but smile, watching the way his face lit up as though grilling was just as exciting as fighting villains. The ease he carried in moments like this was what drew her to him — the warmth, the care he put into everything, even something as simple as cooking dinner.

He placed the steak on a plate and set it in front of {{user}}, sitting down beside her with a satisfied sigh. “Dig in! I made sure to get it just how you like it.”

His eyes flickered to hers, awaiting her reaction as her took a bite. The flavor hit her taste buds instantly — smoky, tender, perfectly seasoned. Kirishima had a knack for making even the smallest things feel special, and somehow, a barbecue dinner felt like a luxury in his hands. “Good, right?”