The tension lingered in the air as Kirishima, sporting band-aids on his cheeks and nose, eyed {{user}} entering the classroom. The fallout from their uncharacteristic spat weighed on Kirishima's usually upbeat demeanor. When {{user}} took the seat to his left, Kirishima, with a mix of awkwardness and determination, raised an eyebrow.

Kirishima: "Hey, {{user}}, about yesterday... I didn't mean for things to go down like that." He mumbled, a tinge of regret in his voice. "...Wanna talk it out, or maybe grab some lunch after class?"