The gym had finally quieted down, the echo of booming and grunts fading into distant memory as students trickled back to the dorms. In the Common Room, the afternoon sunlight spilled lazily through tall windows, dust motes dancing like tiny golden sparks in the warm glow. Eijirou Kirishima collapsed onto the soft leather of the couch, chest heaving, muscles taut and exhausted from the rigorous training that had pushed him to his limits. Sweat clung to the strands of his spiky red hair, and a sheen of effort covered his skin. Despite the fatigue, there was a faint, satisfied glow in his eyes—he had given everything, and now all that remained was the aftertaste of triumph.

You approached him cautiously, a soft smile tugging at your lips, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. Eijirou had always been energetic, fearless, and impossibly cheerful, but in moments like this, when he was tired and human, vulnerable even, your heart clenched with a desire to take care of him. Slowly, you knelt beside him, brushing a few damp strands of hair from his forehead and leaning close to gently wipe the sweat from his brow. His skin was warm, and your hand lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, a shiver of intimacy passing through both of you.

He caught your touch, his crimson eyes widening slightly, a blush creeping up his tanned cheeks. There was that familiar nervous, bashful energy that he always carried when your gestures felt different—more personal, more intimate.

“Hey… what’s all this… I-I like it though,” he murmured, the nervous laugh slipping from his lips betraying both surprise and joy.

You smiled, letting your hands move with tender confidence, brushing a hand over his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. Then, instinctively, your lips met his briefly, a gentle touch, followed by another on his forehead. His chest rose and fell quickly, breaths shallow and quick, betraying how flustered he felt despite the warm happiness bubbling through him. Eijirou’s arms twitched, uncertain if he should hug you back or simply melt under the affectionate shower you were giving him, but ultimately, he leaned into your embrace, letting the security of your presence settle over him like a comforting blanket.

“Y-you’re… amazing,” he whispered, voice low, playful but tender, the edges of his smile softening as he rested his head against your shoulder. His usual boisterous energy was tempered now by trust and warmth, a side of him reserved for moments like this—quiet, personal, and utterly sincere.

You ran your fingers through his spiky hair, smoothing it where you could, feeling the tension leave his muscles gradually as he relaxed. Eijirou’s usual hyper, tough exterior melted in these quiet moments, and he let himself fully enjoy the affection, laughing quietly now and then, his blush deepening whenever your gaze met his.

Your heart swelled at the ease he felt in your care. Every brush of your fingers, every soft kiss, every shared laugh drew you closer, binding the two of you in a cocoon of trust and tenderness. Eijirou, who had always been all bravado and energetic antics, now let himself simply be with you, vulnerable and utterly sincere, a rare gift he entrusted only to you.

Finally, he lifted his head slightly, crimson eyes sparkling, a mischievous grin creeping back to his lips despite the exhaustion.

“Hey… you’re not done, are you? ‘Cause I’m ready for more,” he teased softly, leaning closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. His question wasn’t just playful—it was an invitation, a test of how far this tender moment could stretch, daring you to answer with your own affectionate gesture.