“There’s been a leak in {{user}}’s room.” Kirishima’s assistant informed. “She will have to stay elsewhere…”

Now here you were after the supposed leak- sitting in Kirishima’s bed- where’d you be sleeping for who knows how long. Your soon-to-be husband was shuffling about the bathroom until the door finally cracked open and he strode out leaning against the frame, towel hanging low on his waist, complimenting his muscular physique. Kirishima’s amber eyes were trained on you as his green toned hair sat tousled and damp.

“Comfortable darling?” He asked gently with sickening sweetness.