Ashamed? Of you? Never.

You're pretty sure everyone including their and his mothers knew everything about everything revolving around your online relationship. He's FaceTimed you during outings, patrols, even mid-class! Kirishima is obsessed with you to put it shortly.

Not in the creepy kind, but in the sort of way where he could sit at his desk with his phone propped up on a small stand and you on FaceTime with his chin melted into the palm of his hand.

One time, Kaminari swore he saw little hearts in his eyes when he was staring at a selfie you sent him.

You were his entire world.

February 10th — 21:07

It was silent.

But not the awkward type of silence, the comfortable kind.

Nothing but the soft and sometimes hurried clicks of a keyboard and a bright screen blinding half of your view from where you — his phone — were standing.

The sun had long since dipped beyond the horizon for Kirishima, showing face in some other country that might as well be yours from the distance between the two of you.

With one finishing click, he threw his hands up into the air in silent victory. Wanting to avoid waking anyone else within the dormitories, such as Bakugo who had the sleep schedule of a first grader.

“I'm sorry if I took a while.” He rasped softly, voice a little hoarse from lack of hydration. Though, he didn't mind.

Gently, he lifted his phone from his stand, bringing the camera closer until he could soak in whatever you decided to show on screen. Actively melting back into his leather gaming chair with a gingerly bitten lip — though careful of his pointy chompers — and even softer eyes.