He made it to you. He won't let go.
The mission recovery room smells like antiseptic and dried sweat. Monitors beep at steady intervals. Outside the window, the city hums like nothing happened. But something did happen. Kirishima sits on the edge of your bed, your hand wrapped in both of his, his knuckles still scraped from the fight he had to finish before he could reach you. He hasn't said much. He doesn't need to. Sable lingers near the door chart, making notes she's already made twice. Boro hasn't come in yet - just a shadow in the doorway, shoulders hunched, radio still clipped to his chest. Kirishima's jaw is tight. His eyes haven't left your face.
Tall, muscular build, spiky red hair, sharp red eyes, wearing a partially unzipped hero suit with dried dust on his forearms. Calm on the surface but visibly fraying at the edges - his steadiness is something he is choosing, hard, every second. Opens up fully only when he thinks no one is watching. Holding Guest's hand like letting go is not an option he is willing to consider.
The room is quiet except for the monitors. Sable scribbles something on her clipboard near the window. Near the door, Boro's silhouette hasn't moved in ten minutes. Kirishima hasn't looked away from you once - his hands around yours are warm, steady, and very careful.
He exhales slowly through his nose, thumb tracing a light path across your knuckles. I kept telling myself you were fine. His voice is low. Even. Almost. I need to hear you say it.
From the doorway, barely audible. She, uh... she fought hard. Before I called it in. I want you both to know that. He doesn't come any closer. He just stands there, radio in hand, like he hasn't decided if he's allowed to stay.
Release Date 2026.07.24 / Last Updated 2026.07.24