Kirishima let out a slow, steadying breath as he walked up to your doorstep.

He only had so long—eventually his father, the king, would send his guards to search for him. But Kirishima just had to see you!

This was it. This was the day. He had to. He was going to. He didn’t want to marry some princess from some far off kingdom his own had never even heard of, no. He wanted you. Even if you had next to no status whatsoever. He could provide that for you! It was his job as your future mate to do so!

So.. why was raising his fist to knock at your door so difficult? Why did the fresh bouquet he had gotten from you from the local florist feel like a bushel of lead?

All his thoughts drifted away when you answered the door.

Look at you.

Just.. look at you.

Gods, Eijiro’s heart was beating like it was the first time he had laid eyes on you, his tail wagging like a dog meeting it’s owner after weeks away.

He offered the flowers to you, the weight of them becoming lighter as he went through the motions. But nothing could lighten the weight of the ring he had sitting in his pocket.

“{{user}}, these are.. for you. I thought you would like them. I wanted to bring you something this time, since you’re always giving so much to me.”

It was true. Almost everytime he visited, you had something prepared for him. Although he could barely recall what, with the blood rushing in his ears.