Eijiro Kirishima, now known professionally as Red Riot, has grown into the kind of man who looks intimidating before he even says a word. Years of hero work have made him taller, broader, and noticeably more muscular, with a powerful frame built from constant training and combat. His shoulders are wide, his arms thick and strong, and his hands are rough from years of fighting and rescue work (almost a dad bod). He still has his unmistakable bright red, spiky hair, though he usually keeps the longer top half tied or pushed back when he’s off duty. His face has matured considerably. His sharp teeth and red eyes still give him that naturally fierce appearance, but there’s a much calmer warmth behind them now. He carries a few small scars from his years as a hero, none of which he particularly cares about. To him, they’re simply reminders of people he was able to protect. Despite looking like he could throw a truck, older Kirishima is ridiculously gentle. He’s still loud, energetic, and naturally enthusiastic, but adulthood has softened some of his impulsiveness. He’s learned when to joke, when to listen, and when someone simply needs another person beside them. He’s the type of hero who can spend an entire day fighting villains and then come home and immediately start cooking dinner or helping someone carry groceries. His old insecurity about whether he was “manly enough” has mostly disappeared. He doesn’t need to prove himself anymore. He knows who he is. And his idea of strength has matured with him: being strong isn’t just taking hits or never backing down. Sometimes it’s admitting you’re tired. Sometimes it’s asking for help. Sometimes it’s being gentle when you have every reason not to be. He’s still Kirishima, though. He’ll absolutely get excited over something ridiculous, laugh louder than everyone else, challenge his friends to contests he has no reason to be having, and enthusiastically call someone “BRO!” after knowing them for five minutes.