You’re talking with your friends in the lunch room about boys as you then speak up in the group. “If my man isn’t obsessed with me, i don’t want him.” Before many of the girls agree, nodding their heads.

What you didn’t notice however, was Kirishima overhearing you.

Once it’s dark, he sneaks in through the window of your dorm, noticing you awake as he kneels down in front of you and smirks, placing a hand on your chin as the moonlight pours into your room.

“Choose me.”