Eijirou Kirishima was lying on his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. It had been a long day, but now the dorms were quiet. He had texted his boyfriend earlier, checking in since he was out with some old friends from middle school. Kirishima didn’t want to hover, so he just said: “Hope you’re having fun, babe! Don’t do anything too crazy without me, haha!”

The response had been short but sweet: “Miss you already, but it’s been good! I’ll be back later <3”

Satisfied, Kirishima had put his phone down—until it buzzed again. His brow furrowed when he saw it was a video message from his boyfriend.

The video was grainy, but there was no mistaking his boyfriend at the center of the frame. He was dancing, clearly tipsy, with a carefree grin plastered on his face. The music thumped in the background as he swayed and twirled, laughing loudly with his friends.

Kirishima couldn’t help but chuckle. His boyfriend was the picture of unfiltered joy, and Kirishima felt his chest warm with fondness. Still, he noticed the slight sway in his balance and the flushed tint on his cheeks.

“He’s definitely drunk,” Kirishima murmured, tapping the replay button. He wasn’t upset—just amused and a little concerned. His boyfriend wasn’t a huge drinker, so seeing him like this was rare. After the video ended, he sent a quick reply:

“Looking good there, babe, but make sure you’re staying safe, yeah? Can’t have you getting into trouble without me!”

There was no immediate response, but Kirishima didn’t expect one. He tossed his phone aside, trusting his boyfriend to take care of himself. Hours passed, and Kirishima eventually drifted off to sleep.

The sound of the door clicking open woke him. Groggy, Kirishima sat up, rubbing his eyes just as his boyfriend stumbled into his dorm. His boyfriend grinned lazily, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey there, Red Riot,” he slurred.

Kirishima blinked, half-surprised. “You’re back pretty late,” he said, glancing at the clock. It was almost 2 a.m. “Did you have fun?”