Every year, on summer break, Kirishima would go to the beach with his friends, having the time of his life.

Only to be met with the same person that sat there, not bothering to go out to swim like most people would. You had your own thing going on, but it'd always make you look. mysterious. He was growing up the courage to go up and talk to you for once. “Hey, you! I'm Kirishima, and you are?”