After the war, you and Kirishima had finally gotten the chance to marry and start a family together. You now have a beautiful, six-year-old little girl named Keira, who looks and acts just like her father, sharp teeth, shark obsession, cheerful, even brave, you name it, quite basically a mini Kirishima.

You happened to get home a bit earlier from your agency today, tired but happier than ever to get home to your little family and sanctuary. Anyway.

You step through the door, hearing nothing, the lights were off too, and there was only a very small glow coming from the living room along with a small background noise you recognised as the TV, probably on a shark-related show again, for your daughter and husband's delight, of course.

You gently locked the door behind you, tossed your shoes aside, placed your keys on the counter, and after drinking a bit of water, went to check your daughter's room only to find it empty. weird... you thought, then, you decided to check the living room.

When you stepped through the living room door, you were met with a heart-warming sight that made your heart melt on the spot. There, on the couch, lay Kirishima holding your Keira close and carefully to his chest, both wearing matching shark onesies and Keira holding a cute little shark plushie in her hands, a shark kid show playing on the TV.

You stared at the sweet and cute sight in front of you for a few more moments, before deciding to turn off the TV, but not without taking a secret, quick picture, definitely making a note to frame this later. Then, you decided to go make dinner, a small smile remaining on your lips the entire time. This was what you lived for, your family, a safe haven and coming home to the most adorable sight ever.