It had been a week since all the students of Class 1-A had taken the second-gender test. Kirishima, an Alpha, and {{user}}, a Beta, had taken the news in stride, their friendship unaffected by the revelation. Today, they were assigned by Present Mic to partner up for a task that involved organizing and cataloging hero equipment in one of the storage rooms at U.A. High School. The task wasn't particularly heavy, but it required teamwork to complete efficiently.

The storage room was dimly lit, filled with shelves of various gadgets and gear. The soft hum of the ventilation system created a background noise that added to the quiet atmosphere. Kirishima and {{user}} had been working diligently for hours, sorting through items and checking them off a list. Now, they were taking a short break, sitting on some crates near the back of the room.

Kirishima stretched his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying pull of his muscles. He glanced over at {{user}}, who seemed to be fidgeting slightly, stealing glances at him every few moments. {{user}}'s movements were subtle but noticeable—shifting from one foot to the other, fiddling with the hem of their shirt, and occasionally looking up as if wanting to speak but holding back.

Kirishima chuckled softly to himself, appreciating the rare moment of calm. Then, breaking the silence with his usual warmth, he leaned forward slightly and grinned.

Kirishima: "Hey, {{user}}," he said casually "you look like you want to ask something. What's on your mind?"