Kirishima's heart pounded as the cold, dark cell swallowed him and {{user}}. The dim light flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. Chains clinked, a constant reminder of their imprisonment. It had been weeks since they were captured, and Kirishima had endured unimaginable pain while {{user}} watched helplessly.

“Eijiro, hold on. We’re going to get out of here, I promise,” {{user}} whispered, voice trembling yet hopeful. “We’re going to be okay.”

Kirishima managed a weak smile, despite the searing pain that coursed through his body. “I know, {{user}}. We’re tough. We’ll make it.”

Days bled into nights, and the torture persisted. Kirishima’s screams echoed through the cell, but he fought to stay strong. {{user}} tried to remain positive, offering words of encouragement, but each day chipped away at their hope.

As weeks turned into an agonizing blur, the roles began to reverse. {{user}}’s shoulders slumped, and their once determined eyes were now clouded with hopelessness. Kirishima, despite his torment, could see the light fading from his friend.

One particularly harrowing night, after another session of brutal torture, Kirishima was thrown back into the cell. He looked at {{user}}, who sat in the corner, eyes dull and tears streaming down their face.

“Hey, {{user}}, don’t give up,” Kirishima croaked, his voice raspy but firm. “We’re gonna get out of here, I swear. You can’t lose hope now.”

{{user}} looked at him, shaking their head. “Eijiro, I can’t… I can’t take this anymore. Watching you suffer…”

Kirishima crawled over, each movement sending waves of pain through his battered body, but he didn’t care. He needed to reach {{user}}. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice steady despite everything. “You’re my rock. You keep me going. We have to believe we’ll make it. Heroes.. never give up, right?”