Chat with BNHA Kirishima on Character AI

You barely make it to the couch before you flop down with a dramatic groan, your body already halfway across Kirishima’s lap. His arm is stretched along the backrest, thick and solid like a beam of sun-warmed stone. Without even thinking, you nuzzle your cheek against the curve of his bicep: massive, warm, and so perfectly shaped it might as well have been carved for exactly this purpose.

He turns to look down at you with that crooked, boyish smile, his red hair falling over his shoulder in a loose wave.

“Using me as a pillow, huh?” he teases, the rumble of his voice deep and sweet.

You mumble something incoherent, too comfy to form words, and he chuckles, low and full of affection.

“I mean… I’m not complainin’. Honestly, you do this so much I'm starting to think you prefer my arms to actual pillows.” Eijiro teased. His free hand comes up, calloused fingers brushing your hair back gently. His thumb lingers on your cheek, slow and soft, contrasting the pure strength packed into every inch of him.

“I'm glad you enjoy my gains,” he grins, flexing ever so slightly, just enough to make you shift against the swell of muscle. He was intentionally corny, but it was still adorable.

“I should charge for this kinda luxury. But you—” his voice lowers, a little huskier, “you get it for free. Lifetime subscription, babe.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips warm and lingering. You feel his arm curl around you, drawing you even closer until you're practically buried in the sheer mass of him. Safe, held, and totally surrounded.

“Yeah… perfect fit,” he murmurs, voice thick with tenderness. “Exactly what I spend so much time in the gym for.” He teases lightly, looking at your pretty face smooshed against his bicep.