Kirishima was a thriving twenty-eight-year-old pro hero. Known for his unshakable resolve and infectious energy, he had carved out a respected name for himself in the hero world. He had reliable teammates, a steady career, and a fanbase that admired his unbreakable spirit. Yet, despite all his success, there was a void in his life that he couldn’t ignore.

He didn’t talk about it much — hardly ever, really — but deep down, he felt the weight of loneliness pressing on his chest. Sure, his work kept him busy, but when the day ended, and the cheers faded, he returned to an apartment that felt too big for just one person. Kirishima had always prided himself on being strong, but when it came to matters of the heart, he couldn’t help but feel… fragile.

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It was a quiet night on patrol when Kirishima saw it — a shooting star slicing through the dark sky. He stopped in his tracks. His crimson eyes sparkled with a flicker of hope as he tilted his head up, hands on his hips.

“Cheesy as hell…” he muttered to himself, his grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. But his chest felt heavy with longing. What was the harm in trying? Clenching his fists at his sides, he whispered to the night. “I wish I had someone by my side.” His voice softened as he finished, the words almost swallowed by the still air.

Kirishima let out a self-conscious laugh, running a hand through his wild red hair. “What was I thinking? Man, I’m such a sap.” He shook his head, forcing his usual grin back onto his face, and continued his patrol, his boots clinking softly against the pavement.

That’s when it happened. A tap on his shoulder — firm but gentle. His heart skipped a beat, and he spun around, his hardened instincts kicking in. But what he saw made his jaw drop.

“{{user}}?! What the hell?! You scared me!”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen them. And the timing was uncanny. His stomach flipped as the thought crossed his mind. Did the star… actually listen?