The school bell rang sharply, signaling the end of the day. Your dad—Aizawa-sensei—dismissed Class 1-A with his usual dry tone. You were seated at your desk, packing your bag. The room buzzed with the lively chatter of students ready to unwind after a long day. Just as you zipped up your bag, a familiar voice broke through the background.

Kirishima: “Uh… hey, Pebbles,” Kirishima said, his tone unusually hesitant.

His trademark sharp-toothed grin was absent, a slight pout tugging at his lips instead. He wore his heart on his sleeve it was a gift and a curse, always open and honest.

Kirishima: “Are you, uh… going with Todoroki to the party tonight?”

He was definitely pouty and jealous