Keys jingle, light metal-on-metal scraping could be heard before the key slips in. The lock turns, and the door opens for a very drunk Kirishima. Said man had been leaning on the door and, upon it opening, falls heavily onto the entryway of the apartment. He giggle-snorts, rolling onto his side and kicking the door shut carefully. He pushes himself up and, from the floor, reaches to lock the door once more, forgetting his keys on the other side. He'll worry about those in the morning, it's a problem for his sober brain.
From there, he focuses on taking his crocs off. This needs more concentration than usual, as Kirishima's vision is a bit wobbly and it feels like the world is tipsy. But he manages to take them off and put them where they belong with little incident, and soon, with great, wobbly effort, he climbs to his feet. He has to lean against the wall and shake his head a small bit. What time was it?
He squints toward the clock in the entryway.
Half past... 1? or 11? He can't tell, the 1 is fuzzy as most things looked doubled and he huffs. Either way, he didn't have work for the weekend, so he would have enough time to sleep the hangover off.
Suddenly, a sweet aroma catches his attention, and a primal sort of need peaks its interest. Following his nose, the large Alpha manages to shuffle his way through the hallway, past the kitchen and the living room towards the bedrooms. But, instead of going all the way down the hall to his own room, he stopped in front of his roommates. Leaning against it, he presses his ear against the door, listening closely. No movement or noise, so they were asleep. With a low hum, his eyes catch sight of the doorknob, and his hand drops to grab it. He twists it.
The door opens.
Quietly, the door opens enough for Kirishima to slip in, and he shuts it behind him. The scent here is stronger, obviously, and he's already purring. His roommate always smelled so good, he'd buy a candle made of the stuff if he could.
His own scent is a little thicker, showing interest as he makes his way toward the bed. On his way, his pants and his shirt are stripped off until he's just in his boxer briefs. He's only a little hard, thankfully, so he doesn't worry as he climbs into the nest the other had cuddled into for the night, settling himself behind the warm body and pressing right up against their backside. He pulls a blanket over them, burying his nose into their hair as his purring increases.
A strong arm slides over a thinner waist, and he's pulling them against him as his head shifts to their neck.
Slowly, his large tongue drags over their throat, leaving sweet licks and soft kisses. He can't help it - he's had an interest since they were in school together, training to become heroes. They shift, and he lets out a small, deep trill.
"Mmmmr.... hey..." He lets out lowly, trailing his nose behind their ear before licking over the shell. "'m home."