You were supposed to meet Kirishima at the library to study — but when he didn’t show up, you figured he must’ve overslept. It wasn’t exactly out of character for him, but still... something felt off.

Deciding to check on him, you made your way across campus to the dorms, books tucked under your arm. When you reached his door and knocked, there was a loud crash from inside — like something (or someone) had hit the floor.

Before you could even call out, you heard Kirishima's panicked voice through the door, "{{user}}? Uh— can you come back later? I-I'm sick! Really sick!"

His voice sounded weirdly muffled, strained in a way that set off every alarm bell in your head. You narrowed your eyes. Yeah. Not buying it.

Without hesitation, you pushed open the door — and immediately had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

There he was: Kirishima, red-faced and wide-eyed, standing frozen in the middle of the room with his toothbrush stuck between his sharp teeth. Half of it was hanging out of his mouth at a sad, broken angle, a tiny trail of toothpaste foam dripping down his chin.