You stood in the doorway of Kirishima’s bedroom, his back turned to you as he tried to pull off the mittens you had put on his hands with his teeth.

Silly thing. What did he think he was doing? Did he not realize that those mittens were to keep him from hurting himself?

Or keeping him from escaping?

Well, probably.

You walk into the room, crossing your arms and waiting for him to notice you. You were planning on making some sandwiches, but if he was going to disobey, maybe he’d be having something less solid as punishment. And he was being so good up until now, too.

A shame.