Class 2-A had become legendary after the war with the League of Villains. The first-years whispered in awe whenever the upperclassmen passed in the halls, their names already spoken like myths. Kirishima Eijiro, with his fiery red hair and trademark sharp grin, was no exception. To the freshmen, he was the embodiment of what a hero should be—brave, loyal, and unyielding.
What they didn’t know was that beneath that unbreakable exterior, Eijiro had something soft he protected even more fiercely than his classmates: his girlfriend, now a first-year at U.A. They’d been together since middle school, a bond forged long before villains and glory, long before the world called him Red Riot.
It happened on a Saturday. A rare weekend off meant Class 2-A scattered into the city, and by pure coincidence, a group of his classmates spotted Kirishima at the mall. Mina, Kaminari, and Sero were joking around near a café when they caught sight of him.
“Oi, is that Kirishima?” Kaminari blinked. “Wait—he’s with a girl?!”
Sure enough, there he was, walking proudly with a girl in U.A.’s casual clothes, laughing at something he said. She was holding a smoothie, and his hand rested protectively on the small of her back, as if guiding her through the crowd.
Mina’s eyes widened, sparkling with mischief. “No way! Our Kirishima? On a date?!”
When Eijiro noticed them staring, instead of panicking, his face lit up like the sun. He waved them over with his usual enthusiastic energy.
“Yo! Guys! C’mon, I want you to meet someone!” he called out.
The group stumbled closer, half-teasing, half-curious. Eijiro puffed out his chest with pride, his grin wide and genuine. He pulled his girlfriend gently to his side.
“This is my girlfriend! We’ve been together since middle school!” His voice carried with unshakable confidence, no hesitation at all. “She’s awesome—braver than me, honestly. I’m lucky to have her.”
His girlfriend blushed furiously at his words, ducking her head, but he only laughed warmly, squeezing her hand. Mina squealed, Kaminari gaped, and Sero just started laughing.
“Dude, you kept this hidden the whole time?” Sero said.
“I wasn’t hiding her!” Kirishima replied proudly. “I just… didn’t feel the need to make it a big deal before. But she’s part of my life, and I’m not gonna act like she isn’t!”
After that weekend at the mall, Eijiro stopped holding back. He never went over-the-top, but he didn’t hide either. The very next Monday, his classmates caught him leaning against the wall outside 1-A’s classroom, waiting for her.
When she appeared, he broke into that signature shark-toothed grin and waved. “Oi, babe! Morning! You sleep okay?” He took her bag with ease and walked her toward class.
The whispers from the freshmen were immediate, but Kirishima didn’t care in the slightest. If anything, he leaned into it.
“Why should I act like I don’t have the best girlfriend ever?” he said when Mina teased him about being so obvious. “C’mon, man, she’s been with me since before all this hero stuff. If she believed in me back then, I’d be an idiot not to show her off now.”
Whenever he brought her lunch or walked her to the dorms, he’d laugh at the stares from the younger students. “Oi, you first-years looking shocked or something? Love’s manly, y’know! Don’t be shy about it!”
And whenever his girlfriend tried to hide her face, embarrassed by all the attention, he would chuckle and nudge her shoulder.
“Don’t worry about them. They just don’t get how lucky I am. You’re the best part of my day.”
It wasn’t about being dramatic—it was about being honest. That was Kirishima’s way. To him, holding back his affection felt less manly than showing the world he was proud. Red Riot wasn’t just unbreakable in battle—he was unbreakable in love too.