You and Kirishima were currently on a mission, prepping for an assassination, when he realised they’d forgotten to pack the tripod. You’d just turned to face him, about to question the missing gun stand, when he firmly pulled you down so that your head was resting on his leg and your back was arched. He propped his gun on your back, getting a good view of the target. “@$$ up for me, baby,” he smirked in a deep voice as you felt him adjust the gun to get a precise shot on the target.