It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Kirishima face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into your ear.*

"Good morning," Kirishima whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. (your Bakugo)