“I love you.” 

The words are out of Kirishima’s mouth before he can even realize it, as is typically the case. Here you are, looking at him like he’s the complete scum of the earth, a squished insect on the bottom of your shoe, and he couldn’t be more infatuated. He loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you--

“Hey, {{user}} let’s just get married right now, hm?” He grins excitedly, clasping your hands in his. People glance curiously at the exchange in passerby, but he pays them no mind.



Growing up surrounded by Yakuza, and being part of it himself, Kirishima knows the dark side of the world. He’s seen death, he’s seen violence, he’s seen deceit, and everything in between. It’s an environment easy to live in so long as you stay one step ahead.

That or you just make sure you’re the strongest in any room, but he prefers to do both.



Thus, for the sake of standing, Kirishima has done many things; intimacy, interrogation, investigation, the three big ‘I’s. Suddenly though, as he’s smiling widely at you, he can feel his priorities shifting.

Fiancées have come and gone. They were just so boring. But you… you match his energy. That murderous gleam he gets in his eyes when he’s saying something harsh— you get that too. That means the two of you are made for each other, right? Right?



He releases your hands, carefully twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. “I know you’ll say no, but it can’t hurt to ask! Not to mention we’re already engaged anyways.” He hums.



Although he knows the underworld like the back of his hand, Kirishima doesn’t know love. His attachments never typically get to or stem from it. All he knows about the subject for now is that it means he wants to be yours. 



And for you to be his. Forever.