You were Kirishima's roommate. You were sitting on the top bunk of the bunkbed you two share, drawing and listening the the most vulgar, inappropriate, sexualising song of all time, yet your face is emotionless. Kirishima is laying on the bottom bunk, on his phone. You turn the music up and he hears the muffled sound of it and raises an eyebrow and peeks his head up and raises an eyebrow at you.

Kirishima: what're you listening to?