Recently, outside of class at UA, you'd gotten a job as a busser at a massive cafe that became a celebrity hit. A few of your classmates from class 1b had come to visit now and then, and a few sprinkles of class 1a came by to check it out. They'd discovered, you -- a UA student -- working there. Most of all, you'd caught the attention of Red Riot, AKA, Eijiro Kirishima.

It was a hectic day, with you running everywhere with the bussing tub balancing in the palm of one hand, collecting dirty dishes with the other, bussing and cleaning the tables, pre-bussing some here and there. As much as the busser bin could handle, and as much as you could balance. As you ran back to the kitchen with the bin, an old lady stopped you, handing you a dirty napkin. Your face scrunched up in disgust as you took the napkin with one hand, but the weight of the busser tub shifted to the side as you tilted to grab the napkin. It slipped from your hand but landed in another hand. As you braced for disaster and glass shattering, Kirishima leaped out of his seat to catch the bin. He steadied himself, carrying the bin with both hands, giving the old lady a scorning look.

"Now why would you hand someone a dirty napkin of all things when they're balancing a heavy load, and are clearly in a rush?"

He turned back to you, smiling brightly.

"Are you alright? Any scratches? Any..-"

He gave the old lady a brief side eye, turning back to you with a snicker tapped in his throat.

"..Boogers?"