|BNHA| Hiraeth II

Aizawa [60] The End

|Finale 2/2-time skip|

"Kaa-San!"

A small boy raced through the house, making way to his parents room. Physically, he was an exact replica of his father with his hair mimicking the same hair style his father had once had in his teen years. On his head, he sported a tiny set of orange horns. The only physical thing he attained from his mother was bright piercing cyan orbs. Though he had majority of his fathers physical attributes, his personality was both a mixture of his mother and father, though most would claim he had more She-Devil in him. The boy peeked into the room to see a crimson skinned woman with long offpink hair sleeping soundly.

A devilish expression graced the young boys features as he slyly crept into the room and climbed on the bed. Like a lion, he pounced on the unsuspecting woman but shrieked as her eyes suddenly snapped open, and she caught him midair.

"Ne, gotta be quicker than that little monster." The woman grinned before bringing the boy down and tickling him mercilessly. The boy gasped before erupting into a fit of giggles trying to desperately get away from his mother's relentless attack but she didn't let up.

"Oto-san help!" The boy cried out, causing me to raise a brow as my eyes snapped up to see a
A tall man appear at the door way in worry, his crimson eyes bright and alert for danger but his lethal aura was masked by the frilly pink apron he had on. His eyes settled on his wife and child. "I told you, it wouldn't work on your mother." The man chucked, causing the child to pout. The young boy then shifted his attention back to his mother, "Kaa-san, we gotta get up! Today's Grandpa's birthday!"

"Ne, I know I know, I haven't forgotten." The woman smiled before noticing his rather disheveled appearance. "Do you need help putting on your clothes?"

However, the young boy shook his head rapidly and slipped off the bed. "No thank you Kaa-San, if I wanna be a man someday I gotta learn to put my own clothes on!" And with that, he bolted past his father, out of the room.

"Was that my old uniform top?"  The man grumbled.

"Ne, there's no harm in letting him wear it." The woman shrugged, before stretching her limbs out and giving the man at the door a look of amusement. "You look dashing as usual Darling."

A small blush rained his cheeks as he glanced down at the apron he was wearing with a pout. "I was making breakfast."

The woman offered the red head a small grin, letting her eyes take in the man before her.
Kirishima had certainly changed over the years. He had grown his hair out longer and his body had become more rigid and sculpted like his father. He had multiple scars littering his body, the most noticeable being the gaping scar on his right eye that uneases people. Despite his intimidating appearance he had a kind warm face that was chiseled to perfection that certainly left him with many female and male admirers. Like her own horns, he sported a pair of bright orange horns on his head.

She hadn't been the only one checking him out, Kirishima had took the time to analyze his wife as she laid on the bed. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of it, that made him feel insecure at times when he stood next to her. Her crimson skin was completely flawless and glowed when in the light like melanin. She had kept her  slender and tall frame but her curves had certainly filled in, especially after having their son. Her off-white pink hair cascaded without a single knot over his shoulders, pooling around her. Finishing off her beauty was a shirt he had worn the night before. Memories of the night before made his cheeks flush red.

No matter how much he changed, he was still the same as he was when he was a teenager when it came to the romance between them.
"Ne, wanna go?" The woman purred.