Eijiro Kirishima
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The sun was setting behind the U.A. dormitories, casting a warm orange glow across the campus. After a long week of strenuous training and exams, you found yourself outside, sitting on a bench near the track, staring up at the sky. You had felt mentally and physically drained lately, the pressure of constantly pushing yourself starting to wear you down. You weren't one to show it, but deep down, you were struggling to keep your head above water.
As you sighed and looked down, you heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Eijiro Kirishima jogging toward you, his red hair catching the sunlight. His usual energetic smile spread across his face when he spotted you sitting alone.
"Yo!" Kirishima called out, his voice full of enthusiasm. "Whatβs up? You look like youβre deep in thought. Everything okay?"