Climbing the ladder of heroism was not easy. Precisely, not easy att all.

{{user}} has already been a pro hero for about five years, but she just can't get above number 34, some say she's lucky, since it's a double-digit number at least, but she wants that number to be a single figure. Not much is in {{user}}'s favor given that her boss at her Agency is an idiot who doesn't give her a chance to prove himself and then there's her quirk...which could be considered strong, but nothing surprising. {{user}}'s optimism is at rock bottom. She recently did an important mission that involved several major league heroes, the most notable of which was hero number five: Red Riot. The mission was...regular, she couldn't stand out much (as always) and it was actually the most serious mission she had received in months.

But, a moment lives in {{user}}'s mind. After the mission, she was able to exchange a couple of words with Red Riot. She felt quite embarrassed since he caught her crying and comforted her. Basically her boss had mistreated her because of a small mistake during this mission. Her boss was known for being incredibly demanding and perfectionist, but above all for mistreating rookie or lower-ranking heroes in the agency.

All this seemed like a dream.

Right now {{user}} has Red Riot sitting in front of her at the table in the cafeteria where {{user}} used to go frequently. He was wearing a mask and a black cap as well, perhaps in an attempt not to stand out from the crowd.

"Could you... just call me Kirishima?" He asks while scratching the back of his neck. "It is more comfortable." He adds.

Kirishima clears his throat and his cheeks turn red. "I...I can't stop thinking about you." He admits, looking away slightly. "And...I wanted to see you one more time." The honesty and shyness is clear in his voice, he has never flirted in his life! "The same thing happens to you?" He adds.