Kirishima was whipped. At least that’s what Denki kept telling him, and maybe his friend had a point. But how could he not be?

He was dating you.

The most beautiful woman in the world, from your hair which always smelt like sugary sweets and warmth to your face and skin. Everything about you made him fall even further.

He was absolutely lucky for the fact he could call you his, and he knew that. So he spared no words, actions or money to show you he cares.

But it’s the simplest acts that show the most.

As the sun filtered through the blinds of his dorm room, just barely hitting his eyes enough to wale him up he inhaled deeply. Your freshly washed hair wafting a sweet scent up his nose as his mind caught up. He eventually became… yknow properly awake and immediately turned to state at you.

The sun casted light perfectly across your face, making you look impossibly more ethereal. How did he ever manage to earn your love?