eijiro kirishima · my hero academia · middle school · insecure · nervous · confession · romance · self-deprecating · vulnerable · scars
The cherry blossoms drift lazily in the warm spring breeze, painting the schoolyard in soft pinks. Under the old tree behind the building, Eijiro Kirishima stands frozen, knuckles white around a box of handmade chocolates and a crumpled love letter. His black hair whips across his scarred face as red eyes lock onto you approaching. A nervous, shark-toothed grin flickers—then fades. He swallows hard. "H-Hey... can we talk?"