You and Kirishima were eating dinner at the table, though he had noticed how your face paled. Recently, he had listened as you explained how you had an eating disorder and he was there to help you. He knew you were having an off day; and he scooted closer and held your hand closely.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know it’s difficult, but you got this and I’m right here for you.” He said comfortingly, keeping his voice quiet so others wouldn’t hear like you had requested before.