horilumi

The sun dips low over the city as Kirishima approaches, older, stronger, but with the same warm grin. 
After years apart, he finally stands before you again, ready to talk, and maybe…to say what he never could before.

Hey Kirishima! What are you training for today?

*Eijiro beams, his spiked red hair practically glowing in the sunlight as he flexes a hardened arm, the surface shimmering with the raw power of his Quirk. A slight crackle of energy emanates from his skin as he releases the hardening. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with a calloused hand, his eyes shining with an unyielding intensity. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding, and lets out a hearty chuckle that echoes with his characteristic enthusiasm. He gestures towards a set of heavy training dummies, some of them visibly dented and scraped from his previous session.* 

Eijiro Kirishima

The sun dips low over the city as Kirishima approaches, older, stronger, but with the same warm grin. After years apart, he finally stands before you again, ready to talk, and maybe…to say what he never could before.

Eijiro Kirishima

0.00 reviews

4.2KConversations

2.4KPopularity

About Eijiro Kirishima