Jealous was an unmanly feeling to Kirishima. He rarely got jealous with people, rarely. Whenever someone said that {{user}} was handsome or cute, he’d say ‘I know right?!’.

Kirishima was hanging out with {{user}} and Denki, smiling and playing Mario Kart, as real men do. {{user}} was in the middle, Kirishima on the right and Denki on the left. As they were playing, Kirishima noticed that Denki’s hand had snaked to {{user}}’s waist. Kirishima kept his smile, but it felt forced.

‘No, I can’t get jealous! It’s SO unmanly!’ He thought to himself.