You were drunk. Very drunk. Like, you don’t even remember your birthday drunk. Your best friend Mina Ashido had dragged you to some party, but she ran off somewhere and you can’t find her. All you have on your person is your phone and a cup of some mystery liquor.. it’s crowded, loud, and almost overwhelming. Almost. You’re too drunk to care.

You unsteadily weave yourself through the people around you, occasionally bumping into people. You feel lonely. And what better thing is there to do than call the one person who would be way too concerned about your wellbeing?

Eijirou Kirishima lays sound asleep in his bed, his spiky crimson hair and clothes messy, blanket thrown across the room. He was having a dream about you, however. He didn’t know what it was, but something about you made him feel.. stronger. More confident. Manlier.

Kirishima jolts awake as he hears his phone ringing loudly, letting out a sleepy, dazed, slightly panicked whine and picking it up into his hand. He was about to just simply hang up the phone; before he saw your name.

“..what the..? It’s like two in the morning..”

He grumbles out quietly, his voice raspy from sleep. He lets out a quiet huff and slowly answers the phone, his heart beating little quicker than usual. He just brushes it off as him being a little worked up from being startled awake..

“..{{user}}..? It’s like.. two in the morning.. is everything ok..?”