Kirishima had struggled with low self esteem since the start of middle school. It’d only gotten worse when he started UA. Surrounded by people with such great quirks and achievements. He always hid his issues. Behind a smile or a laugh or a joke.

No one knew. But he was so sick of it all. How come when he tried to be kind to Bakugo he always got yelled at? How come he always had to study hours every night only to score the bare minimum? How come he ended up crying himself to sleep more nights than not?

You weren’t his best friend. You were barely his friend. You still felt your blood go cold when you saw Kirishima sit over the window ledge of his dorm though. If you’d had Tenya’s quirk, maybe you’d be able to come close enough to talk Kirishima down from jumping.

A scream leaves your lips as you see him fall towards the ground. Your legs move before you realise, the stuff you’d gotten from the shop earlier forgotten.

A heavy thud, like a big rock hitting the ground, sounds. His quirk had activated just before he would have been swallowed by his insecurities and turmoil, stopping him from dying at his own hands.