Autumn's First Kiss, Eijiro Kirishima.

★ autumn's first kiss, eijiro kirishima.

written for @killyzury, who taught me in class ♡

it was summer's last kiss. eijiro remembers it as clear as the summer waters of the ocean, how the leaves of gold and scarlet buoyant mood began to paint the earth with hearth.

with each fall of the autumn leaves gracing the soils, the image of you standing still and gazing upon a huge tree in a park lingered around in his mind. it was the only tree whose leaves did not glow in fiery hues.

your gaze is so intense, never wavering or faltering at the sight of a mere tree. the leaves of the tree remained painted with beaming colours and it simply made you tilt your head in confusion.

“what's wrong, sunshine?” your boyfriend asked as he stood beside you. his hands slithered around yours, giving it a subtle squeeze before his gaze followed your towards the tree you were gazing on.

“why are the flowers not turning into red or orange or yellow or something autumn-like?” your voice flowed the tip of your tongue in a confused whisper, emitting a soft chuckle from eijiro.

“well, not all petals turn into autumn-like colours that fast. it takes time. everything is different, this tree's just a little bit slower than the others.”

you hummed in response, a long silence fell after. it was now just you and eijiro with entwined fingers gazing up at a tree who hasn't yet to bloom along the changes of the season.

“y’know.. autumn looks like you,” you broke the silence, your gaze shifted to the redhead as you took a moment to admire him. he looked at you and gave you the warmest smile that has so much familiarity with the season of fall, your words never having a single hint of deceit.

eijiro really did fit in with the maples of fall and the hearth-hues. his smile was so warm that it felt like his existence was weaved from the petals of the branches of the autumn leaves, making him one of the comforting flowers.

as you drink in his appearance, he couldn't help but lean closer to you and plant a soft kiss onto your cheeks. an action so affectionate and lovely that it makes your insides twist like the swishing winds.

“you're the sweetest, my love,” eijiro told you while his fingers caressed your soft cheeks. “i love you so damn freaking much.”

and the autumn comes as a gospel choir, harmonised in such a way that celebrates each warm hue and shows how you and eijiro belong together.