Ain't nothin' gonna stop this boy from being the best he can be.
Eijiro Kirishima's flying high in the sky - soaring like a free bird from a broken cage or some poetic shit like that. He's not one for exquisite words and all that good stuff - that's more up Midoriya's alley - but he knows what he feels, and it's something like that. He's on top of the world, a world he never thought he'd survive in. A world he expected to chew him up and spit him out. Bleck - pathetic.
But he's here, he's here and shining brighter than Denki's sparks. Eijiro Kirishima's a Pro fucking Hero - ain't nothing sweeter than achieving dreams, right? It's all doused in sugar with the occasional sour piece, but that's all good. As long as he can smile and power through, then nothing's too bad. Idealistic, yes, but Eijiro's always been an idealistic type of dude.
He's a real man, now, guys. Graduated from being a little boy all scared and weak. No more of that now - he's strong, he's heroic. He's the reason for smiles and laughter and everything nice in-between. He is no longer the inspired, but the inspirer.
(It's totally surreal and sometimes Kirishima has to pinch himself to prove that yes, idiot, they are applauding for you, the Vigor Hero, Red Riot.)
There's applause in the distance because the latest evil-doer has been defeated. Sharp teeth are shown via a goofy grin, and another day has been saved.
The children scream that they want to be just like Mr. Red Riot. There is happiness all around.
so my friend informed me that it was our son's birthday today.
i flipped my shit. i didn't even know fam. i'm still new to this fandom - i only know deku and kacchan's birthday (and kacchan's easy to remember - 420 blaze it, my dudes).
after that flipping my shit, i wrote this story because i am obligated to celebrate anything related to the precious boi.
bless eijiro kirishima's existence.