{Memento Mori}
Krbk

After a successful life as a hero the only thing Kirishima had left was his memories, reliving them through an old photo album.

>This is my present for the ugly gremlin! Happy b day asshole
> SFW
> Mentioned Izuocha
> Qrt please!

Eijiro Kirishima was an older, gray-haired man. His wrinkled face reflected both is age and his vitality and desire to live.
He was an old man, for sure, but, at this point, it was not something that worried him. He had lived a lot and didn't regret

anything, and after 76 years living he had managed to have good and bad memories and funny or stupid... but he doesn't regret anything.

He had done a lot of humanity. He worked as a hero for almost 60 years, when his body started to be too injured after

every fight, and throughout that journey he has managed to have a good life. He saved many people, he managed to become one of the five best heroes of his generation, he made good friends, he got a good boyfriend, the love of his life who soon became

his husband and, finally, children who filled his heart even more.

Eijiro is an old man who lives in a bit house, lonely, he has nothing left, but he is happy with that he has achieved.

It's a nice, spacious house, he bought it together with his husband

when they decided to live together.

Eijiro loved it, he didn't want to let that house escape.

The reason? A garden.

A garden full of vegetation. Everything so green, so colorful, full of life. He wanted that for him. For them.

There he was right now. In the big garden of his big house, sitting in one of the chairs arranged around a round table.

It was autumn, it was cold, but despite that the soft warm breeze and the curious sun that appeared among the clouds

invited one to stay outside a little more.

Every time someone came to visit them and the weather was good they took their friends to their garden. Everyone liked it.

"What a beautiful garden you have" "How are you able to keep it in such a good state?"

Eijiro smiled, he liked when people said good things about him or things he liked.

But today he was not with anyone. Today he was alone, he was alone with his memories captured in a small photo album.

He flipped through the plastic pages, slowly,

his fingers damaged by age, carefully, as if they were some kind of ancient relic and he was afraid to break them. Well, for him they were a relic, it was the only connection he had with those memories and with each photo he spent 5 minutes

thinking about /that day/.

In one of the photos, two young men looked happy in their graduation day at UA. They posed side by side, Eijiro with a big smile, shinning, and one of his hands resting on his partner's waist while the other man, with his grumpy

expression, had his hand on one of Eijiro's shoulders. He was so young. They were both so young, full of life.

He remembered that day as if it had happened yesterday. How much he danced with this friends, with his partner, although at first he

didn't want to... and, oh, that slow dance where only the two of them seemed to be with "Forever young" playing in the background. How ironic.

And Eijiro smiled.

The next photo his eyes stop at is a group photo. His best friends were in the picture,

everyone was smiling and doing something silly. Mina is sticking out her tongue as Kaminari licks Sero's cheek and the photo perfectly captures the young man disgust.

Beside Mina, Eijiro made the symbol of peace with two fingers. But the funniest part

was seeing the grumpy boy in the middle of all that madness trying not to laugh.

He turns another page. His hands tremble. He rubs them because a cold breeze freezes his fingers. He turns to the next page and his old fingers caress another photo.

He appears with the same grumpy guy from previous photos but, oh, in this one he is not angry, indeed, he is crying but that soft smile that appeared on his lips conveyed warmth and happiness. And, well, Eijiro finds it impossible not to smile back

at that memory.

Eijiro and his partner are both in suits, a black suit with white ties and red flowers. They appear to be in a church and and that had just said "Yes, I want".

The photo had been taken just after the kiss.

And if it wasn't for the fact that he already married that man, he would do it a thousand more times.

The following photos are shaky and meaningless but there are many people dancing, laughing, and without doubt they are memories of the wedding party.

A few wet drops that slide down his cheek fall into the sheet, but no need to worry, the plastic protects the memories.

Despite all that, he doesn't stop. He rubs his eye with one of his hands and turns another page.

And, I will continue after dinner

And two more.

He stops, looking at one photo, bringing his face a little closer since his tired and old eyes don't see like they used to do but Eijiro knows exactly what he is looking at.

Eijiro is sitting on a bench in a park. You could tell it had rained that day but the sun had just come out. However, he wasn't alone.
On his lap a boy about 8 years old poses with a big smile, and next to him a blond man sat with another boy on his

lap, this one about 6 years old, smiling even more than the other kid. The blond, this time, smiles. And Eijiro remembers. Of course he does. The day the family of two became a family of four and a dog.

Without being able to contain them this time, the tears fall down his cheeks, decorating the plastic that protects the photos, and not even his hands are capable of stopping the tears.

He was an old, gray-haired man.

And today he was feeling lonelier than ever in his big old house.

"Eijiro".

He was so immersed in his own little world full of memories that he did not hear the wind, he did not hear the birds, and he definitely didn't hear the sliding door of his garden being opened, showing another man as old as Eijiro.

"Eijiro" The voice said once again, louder now, and that's something that Eijiro definitely hears this second time, and if it had hadn't been the case the small bump on the back of his head would have done the job.

"Eijiro what a-" the other man stops talking as soon as he sees those red eyes and red cheeks, and almost immediately places a bag full of food in the table, takking a napkin from his pocket to clean his face.

"What the hell happened to you?" He questioned, angry. Well, that's what the man wanted to appear, angry, but Eijiro knows that he is worried and as soon as he feels the tissue on his cheek he closes his eyes and lets himself be cleaned.

"I leave you alone for an hour while I go shopping and you fill yourself with sadness and melancholia. You are a fucking mess, You know? Like a baby" he scolded.

"I'm sorry Katsuki..." He murmured looking down at the photos "I just wanted to remember for a while"

"Oh, yeah?" It's now when the man that used to be blonde looked at the family photo album that was open on the table, after a silence he took the bag

again and asked "You are remembering, right? And what's your favorite memory?"

Oh, Eijiro knew that was difficult. Choosing only one? There were so many good memories there, in pictures of young people laughing and fooling around.

There was the photo they took at Izuku and Ochako's wedding, the day Katsuki became the number 1 hero, their first date, they broke a McDonald's ice cream machine, don't ask Katsuki about that, one of Kaminari's birthdays, one car ended in a lake, no

questions, when Aki spent his first Christmas with Eijiro and Katsuki or when Daiki broke his arm. All of them good times. All of them good memories.

He couldn't decide... or maybe he could, but his favorite memory wasn't in old photos. His favorite memory

was before him. His favorite memory was meeting him. Forming a family with Katsuki, with the love of his life.

"I don't know" he answered instead "all the memories are my favorites".

Katsuki shook his head with a soft smile on his lips.

"Fucking sappy bastard" he said, angrily, and started to walk inside the house. But no, Eijiro had been with him for long enough to know that Katsuki was ashamed.

"I'm going to make coffee, do you want some?" He asked halfway " In the afternoon Kaminari, Jirou and Uraraka will come, and tomorrow Aki and Daiki..." He kept talking, but he was too far away for Kirishima to be able to hear more.

Eijiro sighed, looking back at the photos. There were so many memories to photograph, he still had such a long life ahead of him, and the company was the best part.

He closed the album and slowly got up from the chair, making his way inside the house.

"Coffee sounds great, Kat"

Eijiro was a gray-haired older man, he lived in a big house but he wasn't alone now, and he wouldn't be for a long time.

THATS ALL!
Happy birthday to the gremlin that makes Kiribaby happy