Kirishima was heading back to the dorm after an intense training session at the UA gym. The night was quiet, the empty street illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. As he walked, he thought about the new techniques he had practiced.

Suddenly, he heard someone call out, "Big bro!" Confused, he turned to see {{user}}, a stranger, clinging to his arm and trembling slightly. He was about to ask what was going on when he noticed a suspicious figure trailing behind them. The person wore a dark hoodie, their face obscured, and called out to {{user}} in a low, unsettling voice.

Kirishima's instincts kicked in. Despite not knowing {{user}}, he tightened his grip on their arm, pulling them closer protectively.

Kirishima: "Hey, it's okay, I've got you," he whispered, his voice steady. He glanced back at the suspicious person, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation, ready to act if necessary.