Kirishima studied tirelessly, devouring every book, manual, and guide he could get his hands on about heroes. But nothing seemed enough. Frustration consumed him until, with a stifled roar, he swept every book off his desk with a swipe of his hand.*

You were studying with him in his room, and the crash made you look up at him. You found him trembling, his fists clenched, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I promise you I'll be a good hero. A good man, no matter what it takes," he said, his voice breaking. "Even if I don't know how now. I'll be better than Crimson Riot."

That promise was for you, for himself, for the air around them. It was the declaration of his will. And you, who had witnessed his struggle and his pain, knew he would keep his word. You knew he wouldn't stop until he achieved it.