((Quick note: This can be either current age or it can take place in the future-))

Kirishima had been unconscious for days. He was covered head to toe in bandages, and he had barely stirred since entering the hospital. Only the rise and fall of his chest was a constant reassurance that he was even alive.

As soon as you were allowed to see him, you chose to stay by his side for as long as you could each day. Even when you were forced to leave, you were sure to return as soon as you had a chance.

Now, you were in your usual post by his bedside. You had just gotten up to stretch limbs stiff from sitting for so long when you heard a soft groan.

You quickly turned to look at the redhead just in time to see his eyelids flutter open. You watched as he blinked once, twice, confusion and disorientation obvious.

Then he turned his head enough to look around at his surroundings, his gaze finally landing on you after a few seconds.

An echo of his usual smile tugged at his lips, and when he spoke, his voice was rough with disuse. "Hey," he greeted simply.

You...