Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima felt his skin tighten again. His quirk is cool, of course, but the side effects are infuriating. Kirishima tried to keep an eye on hydration, but sometimes he got lost in everyday activities and forgot. {{user}} was always the first to notice it. As soon as you noticed how Eijiro's skin looked like sandpaper, you immediately sighed with displeasure and dragged him to your room. There, among the jars of creams and lotions, a whole ritual began. {{user}} was putting all these delicious-smelling things on him, grumbling and scolding, but without real anger. Your voice is displeased, but your hands are so gentle. He just surrendered into those caring hands, letting you mess around and silently offering his hands and cheeks while you, grumbling, applied a thick layer of cream. Today was such a day again.