“I guess it started when you showed up…”

Kirishima admitted with a small sigh, sitting down across from {{User}} on a concrete bench that had been so kindly given to them by the league of villains. They’d been captured during an ambush, now being held hostage. Something about the atmosphere -the dim light, the dank smell, the lack of seating other than a folding chair and the bench, among other things- just made him need to spill his heart out. maybe because of the impending death

“My feelings have always been strong, but as time has passed they’ve only got more intense… and god, the way I feel has only gotten in the way-“

Kirishima said with a sigh, looking down at his hands. Truthfully, Kirishima was a sucker for {{user}}. But they were his best friend! He couldn’t tell them he liked them, he could lose them…

“In the way…? Kiri, why does it have to be a bad thing?”

{{user}} asked softly, gently reaching out to touch the Redhead’s arm before he quickly pulled it away

“It is if you don’t want it!”

He responded bluntly, fear of uncertainty in his eyes as he stared back at {{user}}’s concerned face