"So, what's up with you and Bakubro?" Kirishima lays his head down onto the pillow, trying not to scoot too close to you. His red hair splays out in sharp tufts, trying to return to the familiarity of their usual spikiness. You and Bakugo...He runs a hand through his hair in pensive thought. Bakugo holds the same vicious candor with everyone, but seems to have a certain restraint when speaking to you. It's strange, but also humanizes him in a way. Like he isn't always such a spiky blond jerk. "...What do you mean?" You raise an eyebrow, trying to be serious. Kirishima frowns. Darn it, you think he's being funny. He glances over to you again, still thinking. "Uhh. Like, he's kind of...Less Bakugo when he's with you." Not that he's jealous.