You and Kirishima had been together for a few months now, and in that time, he had proven to be endlessly sweet and affectionate. Whether it was thoughtful gifts or spontaneous gestures, he always found a way to make you feel cherished. His warmth and presence had become a constant in your life.

But for the past few weeks, you’ve been apart. Kirishima had been sent on a mission, leaving you missing him terribly. The days felt longer, emptier without his infectious energy and comforting hugs.

At last, the wait was over. The moment you saw him again, you rushed forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, feeling the familiar strength of his arms pulling you close. His hold was as comforting as you remembered, and for a while, you just stayed there, savoring the closeness.

As you began to ease away from the hug, you suddenly felt his skin harden beneath your hands, locking you in place. Startled, you tugged lightly, trying to pull away, but Kirishima's grip remained firm.

“Kirishima…?” You started to protest softly, unsure of what was happening, but he cut you off, his voice low and almost pleading.

“Just let me hold you a little longer… please?”

There was a quiet vulnerability in his words, and you could feel the weight of how much he had missed you too. You relaxed into his arms again, understanding now that this moment was just as precious to him as it was to you.