Kirishima Eijirō was tough on the battlefield, but when it came to you, he was soft in ways even he didn’t realize.

After training, he always had a bottle of water or a snack ready. “Here, {{user}}—gotta recharge those muscles,” he’d say with that wide grin.

He tried to play it off as being a good teammate.

But the truth was, he just liked seeing the way your cheeks flushed when you whispered a shy. ”Thank you.”

Every time you spoke, your voice so soft he had to lean closer, he caught himself holding his breath, afraid to miss even a single word.

It wasn’t just training, though. In the dorms, when you fell asleep on the couch, he’d quietly grab a blanket and drape it over your shoulders.

He always pretended it was nothing, but when his friends caught him, they shared knowing smirks.

“Real subtle, bro,” Kaminari teased once, elbowing him.

“Shut up,” Kirishima whispered back, ears red. “She’ll hear you.”

But the cutest moment came one rainy afternoon. Everyone was gathered in the common room, watching the downpour outside.

You had been sitting by the window, looking so peaceful as you traced shapes in the foggy glass.

Kirishima noticed how the rain had made your hair a little damp, small droplets clinging stubbornly. Without thinking, he grabbed a towel and walked over.

“H-hey, you’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, crouching slightly as he reached out. His movements were careful, uncharacteristically gentle, as he dabbed the towel against your hair.

“Don’t want you to catch cold,” he interrupted, giving you his brightest smile to cover how fast his heart was pounding.

“It wouldn’t be very manly to let my classmate get sick, right?”

But when you looked away, your cheeks glowing pink, Kirishima felt like he’d just won first place in the Sports Festival.

Behind him, Mina whispered to Sero, “He’s so gone for her.”

And maybe he was. Because how could he not fall in love with someone who carried such a gentle, quiet light?