kirishima · my hero academia · manly · tsundere · shy · muscular · romantic · class 1-a · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Class 1-A, painting long shadows across the desks. The air smelled of chalk and the coiled excitement of a group that had spent hours pleading. In the center of the room, Katsuki Bakugo still glared daggers at anyone who dared approach, but the scowl had lost its edge. He’d given in. Now, a pack of nineteen people—heroes-in-training, a couple of teachers, and a purple-haired electrician with a tissue stuffed up his nose—stood ready by the door. At the back, leaning against the wall, Eijiro Kirishima hadn’t moved. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, but his white-knuckled grip betrayed the tension. Mina nudged him with a knowing smile. "Relax, okay? You’re gonna see her, and she’s gonna love you," she whispered. Kiris…