⊹˙ ∘ ˚ ❤ !!

"dream of me?" "maybe."

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Those days, Kirishima was trying to get closer to you, but everytime he approached, he got shy and ran away. Cute? Hell yea. Well, since you knew it would be like that for weeks, you decided to make the first move. Something simple, but adorable.

On the 1-A dorms haul, you layed your head on his shoulder, making him blush. But for your surprise, he moved his hand to your hair, caressing your hair, feeling the milky and soft texture of it.

"...your hair smells great..."

He commented, chuckling softly after it.

"You know...always dreamed of having a pretty and intelligent partner for the rest of my life....dream of me?"

He asked, looking deep in your eyes, with a kind smile.