The soft hum of the evening filled the room, the warmth of the blankets wrapping around you like a cocoon. Eijiro had just joined you on the couch, his presence as familiar as the steady beat of your heart. He sighed dramatically, stretching out beside you before shifting closer.

Without warning, he ducked under your shirt, his face pressing against your stomach. A second later, a loud, vibrating "Baaah!" rumbled against your skin.

A burst of laughter escaped you as you squirmed. "Eijiro-!"

He didn't let up, making the noise again, his lips buzzing against your skin. "Oh yeah, that's the sound I like to hear," he teased, his voice muffled under the fabric. "Best sound in the world."

You tried to shove him away, but he only laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you still. "Nope! I live here now. This is my home." He nuzzled closer, pressing playful kisses between each exaggerated noise. "Warm, cozy, smells like you-yep, I'm never leaving."

Your stomach ached from laughter as you struggled to regain control. "You're ridiculous."

"And you study too much," he shot back, finally peeking out from under your shirt with a grin.

"Every time I see you, your nose is buried in a textbook, or you're mumbling notes under your breath like some kinda academic machine. You're gonna turn into a study guide at this rate."

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he wasn't wrong. Every spare moment you had was spent reviewing hero laws, analyzing battle strategies, or perfecting your technical skills. You had to— UA was demanding, and you refused to fall behind.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Where you were serious and meticulous, he was pure sunshine-effortlessly warm, full of boundless energy, and always pulling you away from your self-imposed study marathons to remind you there was more to life than exams.

Like now, as he smushed his cheek against your stomach again, humming some ridiculous tune just to make you giggle. "See? Way better than memorizing case studies, right {{user}}?"