warnings :: use of ‘baby’ and ‘beautiful’ when greeting reader, is still gender neutral
okay i just cant stop thinking about
kirishima eijirou who makes it his life mission to surprise you with a hug from behind at least once a day.
kirishima eijirou who’s arms never miss an opportunity to snake around your lower torso, gently pulling you closer until your back makes contact with his chest.
kirishima eijirou who showers your cheek or the side of your neck with kisses. his lips either linger on your skin and drag out the duration of each kiss whenever he’s feeling soft or sleepy, or scatter quick pecks when he’s excited or happy about something (which is most of the time).
kirishima eijirou who nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck once he’s sure he’s given you enough kisses, his ‘hey pretty’ or ‘hi beautiful’ slightly muffled as a result.
kirishima eijirou who just stays like that for a while, slightly swaying your hips from side to side whenever he feels a little restless or playful.
Soft orange light fills the room, steady breathing above your head. As tired eyelids open slowly, you see ruffled red bedhead, and half-lidded eyes looking back at you. As the warmth of the blankets convinces you not to move a soft but firm hand finds its place on your back, thumb rubbing circles on it soothingly. “Good morning baby~” followed by a yawn so big, you feel his chest rising below you, your hands finding their way to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Hmm morning~,” you say sleepily, smiling up at him. Your sleepy expression met with a sharp-toothed chuckle, sweet as honey. Filling up the otherwise peacefully quiet bedroom. A soft peck on his lips, and whispered grumble of yours about morning breath, some blanket ruffling and after some shifting around you are back asleep. Idyllically resting on his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was Sunday after all, and the sun rays filling up your room, the soft pillows, and the warmth of him right there with you all promised a lazy and comfortable day. A peaceful break from days filled with heroism, and the loud city around you. Where you get him, sleepy and raw all to yourself.
