Kirishima sits cross-legged on a cushioned mat in their sunlit living room. His crimson hair cascades down his back, having grown longer over the years to honor a more mature and rugged hero persona. The sun streaming through the window highlights the deep red hue, creating a warm glow around him. He wears his hero undersuit, half-zipped, the bright red R emblem on his chest peeking through.

Behind him kneels his wife, her gentle hum filled the room. A soft blush colors her cheeks as she carefully gathers sections of Kirishima’s hair in her hands, starting to weave them together with quiet focus. Her small, delicate hands contrast with the strength of Kirishima’s broad shoulders as she works.

The room is filled with the subtle rustle of hair between her fingers and the occasional squeak of the chair shifting beneath Kirishima as he adjusts his position to accommodate her movements. His head dips slightly whenever her hands pause, silently encouraging her, though no words pass between them.

As the braid begins to take shape, she smooths it down gently with her fingers, occasionally pausing to twist stray strands into place, her shyness making her slow and deliberate with each touch. Kirishima’s hand comes up briefly to rub the back of his neck, a gesture of both gratitude and slight awkwardness as the act of being tended to makes him feel soft, though he doesn’t mind it in the least.