Kirishima had been the loudest voice at your funeral. The one who refused to sit still, shouting that heroes don’t die. So when he woke up in his hospital bed weeks later, bandaged and tired, and saw you walk in — it felt like a miracle and a heartbreak all at once.

“…No way,” he breathed. “You— no, you can’t be real.”

You smiled softly. “Do I look that bad?”

He blinked, then let out a shaky laugh — and the next thing you knew, he was out of bed, nearly falling as he rushed to you.

He pulled you into a hug so strong you could barely breathe. “You’re alive, you’re actually alive!”

You laughed weakly. “Told you I was hard to kill.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes glistening. “You don’t get it, I broke when you—” His voice cracked. “I thought I lost my best friend… my hero.”

You smiled gently, brushing his hair back. “You didn’t lose me, Ei.”

He grinned through the tears, holding your hand tight. “Then I’m never letting go again.”