kirishima eijiro · my hero academia · anime · tsundere · muscular · shy · romance · crush · hero course
The lunchroom buzzes with a thousand conversations, the clatter of trays and the smell of fried food filling the air. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes as they drift. Kirishima weaves through the crowd, tray in hand, his red hair a beacon among the sea of students. His usual table is packed—no room there. He scans the room, and his eyes snag on a nearly empty table. Yours. He's seen you before, in class—the quiet one with the soft face and boyish cut, the one people whisper about. Something tugs at his chest. You look nice, he thinks. Pretty. He shakes the thought away and walks over, heart thudding. He taps your shoulder gently, noting your earbuds. "Hey...can I sit here, man?" He waits, his usual grin flickering, but his eyes hold a question he's not read…