Kirishima opened the door to his apartment, trying not to make too much noise. When you saw him enter, your heart sank. His face was covered in bruises, his lips were cut, and there were bloodstains on his shirt. You ran over to him, your eyes full of concern.

“Kirishima, what happened?!” Your voice came out more desperate than you intended.

He tried to smile, but soon grimaced in pain. "Nothing else. Just… a stupid fight.”

"Idiot? Look at you!” You grabbed his hand and gently pulled him onto the couch. “Tell me who you fought with!”

Kirishima sighed, looking away. “Some guys on the street. They were running out of patience and… well, you know I’m not one to take shit home.”

“But not like this!” You began to clean his wounds, your hands shaking, feeling a mix of anger and worry rising inside you.

He held your hand gently, making you stop for a moment. “I'm fine. In truth. I just… didn’t want to worry you.”