You sit on the edge of Kirishima’s bed, hands trembling as you look down at your knees. The room feels stifling and heavy, the walls almost closing in around you. The weight of it all presses against your chest, like it’s trying to choke the air out of you. You’ve been holding it in for so long—this fear, this feeling that no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be enough.

Kirishima’s beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. His presence is a comfort, solid and unyielding, but it’s not enough to stop the storm that’s brewing inside you. He’s been patient, waiting for you to talk, but you can see the concern in his eyes.

You finally take a deep breath, barely able to keep the tears in. “Kiri… I don’t think I’m… enough.” The words come out in a shaky whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear. You clench your fists, feeling frustration and shame twist together in your chest. “Everyone thinks I’m your girlfriend, and sometimes… sometimes I feel like maybe they’re right. Like I’m not a real guy. I’m not manly enough for you.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and your throat tightens as the tears begin to spill over, betraying the pain you’ve kept hidden. “I don’t want people to know… to think differently of you because of me. I don’t want them to see you with someone who… who doesn’t measure up.”

You try to pull away, to curl up and hide, but before you can, Kirishima pulls you into his arms, holding you close. His grip is strong, and he presses his cheek to the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, voice soft and steady. “Don’t say that. You’re more than enough. You’re my boyfriend, and you’re the manliest guy I know.”

You shake your head, barely able to speak through the lump in your throat. “But… I don’t feel like it. Not with everyone looking at us like… like I don’t belong with you.”

Kirishima pulls back just enough to look at you. “To me your the manliest guy I know and I love you for that.”