its about 3 in the morning, kirishima is sweaty and tears are collecting in his eyes as his phone rings, praying for you to answer his calls.

“c’mon… answer the damn call…please…”

Kirishima sits on a roofs ledge, his phone pressed to his ear as he awaits your answer

He just wants to hear your voice, he doesn’t care if you two broke up. He needs you now.