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        Kirishima lifts a hand to cup the nape of his neck and chuckles. It’s a small, sheepish sound that spills between his lips, shoulders shaking with his mirth. He’s not sure why their words triggered such an unexpected reaction from him— perhaps because it feels so ridiculous to be compared to two of the strongest people in their class ( it has to be a joke, right? ). “ Ah, man… I wouldn’t really compare myself to those two— they’re in a league of their own, y’know? Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t put up a good fight though! ”

        He drops his hand away from his neck, his expression brightening as he continues in a hushed, excited tone, “ But between you and me? I’d say Bakugou’s got the whole ‘most badass hero’ thing down pat. He’s the kinda guy who’d throw himself headfirst into some pretty scary stuff and come out the other side without a scratch. That’s just who he is— ” Kirishima catches himself, cheeks flushing with colour as he registers the depth of his all too obvious bias. His friendship with Bakugou is no secret, he supposes, and he has no problem with praising the guy when he’s so incredibly talented, but admitting such things to a complete stranger feels… Weird. He clears his throat, hurrying to amend his statement before a comment can be made, “ Ah! Todoroki’s awesome too, though! Super strong and talented! I mean— with a quirk like that, how could he not be, right? ”

because he loves his best friend ; @riotborn.

“Kirishima-kun!!”

Izuku’s voice echoed loud and vibrant across the hall, thankfully just enough to caught the attention of his friend a few meters ahead. The surprise on Eijirou’s face was almost comical, and Izuku would have laughed if he wasn’t already too busy hurrying towards the redhead.

His steps then came to a halt, and Izuku took a moment or two to recover his bearings, body hunched forward, before he straightened up and positively beamed at the other. Carefully cradled in his hands, a package was held up in full display; the transparent wrapping was neatly folded closed by a bright red satin bow, and inside a square box could be seen, a little scratched up on the sides but otherwise looking fairly new.

Izuku’s expression turned sheepish,

“This one is kinda hard to find because, uh, it’s not produced anymore since it’s a pretty old model but I found someone selling theirs and, well—” He paused, showing off two rows of pearly white teeth as he grinned widely, handing over the Crimson Riot oldschool action figure he had bought for this occasion, “Happy birthday, Kirishima-kun!! I hope you like it!”

       The moment Midoriya holds out the seemingly nondescript box to him with the cryptic statement that it was ‘hard to find’, Kirishima’s curiosity is immediately piqued. A slender brow arches as he rocks forwards onto the balls of his feet, peering at what lies beyond the transparent wrapping. He feels his jaw go slack, a strangled noise of surprise escaping him as he catches sight of familiar, bright red kanji spelling out the name of his favourite hero. He reaches out, fingers trembling as they curl around the packaging, muttering disbelievingly under his breath, “ No way... No way! Dude, are you serious? ” 

        Kirishima cradles the box carefully between his hands as if it’s made of fragile glass, his heart soaring with elation and excitement behind his ribs as he peers through the transparent wrapping at the Crimson Riot figurine sitting neatly inside its original box. He recognises it immediately— it’s a limited edition version, extremely rare with only a few thousand models made. It’s considered a collector’s item, and it happens to be one of the few that Kirishima used to wistfully look up on bidding websites from all over the world, watching on as one by one they were sold off to buyers at ridiculous prices. Considering Crimson Riot was more of a strictly Japan-based hero, it sometimes surprised him how popular he was ( not that he could blame anyone for liking him ).

       “ Man, I— I tried to get this figure a few years back! Well, my mom did... But the guy selling it backed out at the last minute! ” He exclaims, lifting the figure up to eye level to admire it better. He almost can’t believe the amazing condition it’s in. He doesn’t want to imagine how much it must have cost Midoriya... His excitement finally reaches a crescendo and gives way to something indescribable that leaves the corners of his eyes prickling with a familiar warmth. Kirishima sniffs, rubbing the heel of his palm against his nose. He feels a little silly for getting so worked up over a figurine, but it means more to him than he can ever hope to express. 

       “ Ah… ” His lips part on a surprised exhale, eyes widening as he glances between Takehiko’s impassive features and the gift perched atop her open palm. She remembered. His birthday ( and hers, by extension ) had been brought up months ago in such an offhanded manner during a game of ‘20 Questions’ that he had jokingly suggested they play while training together, but she’d somehow remembered. 

        Kirishima blinks rapidly as his sinuses start to sting in that familiar precursor to tears, calloused hands reaching out to take the gift card from his friend. When was the last time someone outside of family had been so thoughtful on his birthday? He’d wanted to go to the arcade with his middle school the year before to celebrate and have fun, but as it turned out, they were both busy so he ended up staying home with his younger sister. He told himself time and time again that it didn’t bother him that they’d likely forgotten ( and for the most part it was true ), but as he stands there in front of Takehiko, staring down at the gift card from one of the local video game stores just down the road, he realises just how good it feels to know someone thought of him. 

        Takehiko’s voice startles him from his thoughts and he looks up, vision suspiciously blurry as he meets her gaze. He clutches the gift card to his chest, lips lifting into an easy, slightly watery smile. “ Man… I can’t believe you remembered! I mean, y’know— ” He glances away, shifting from foot to foot. The words of appreciation he wants to speak aloud seem to tangle at the back of his throat, and for an awkward moment of silence, he’s left searching for what to say. In the end, despite the inadequacy of it all, he utters softly under his breath with a warmer, more stable smile, “ Thanks, Takehiko. It... Means a lot. Really. ”

two headcanons you have for your character that you never told anyone:

Almost all of the clothes Kirishima owns are second hand. Growing up, money was tight, meaning he and his older sister went without many luxuries that other kids his age might have had. Kirishima never once questioned it, nor found himself longing for more ( at least until he discovered video gaming ), as he considered it normal. It’s part of the reason why his fashion sense is so terrible. So often his mother would come home with a random assortment of mismatched clothing from the thrift shop down the road, apologising for the awful selection. Seeing his mother’s shame was too much to bear, and so he wore everything she brought him with pride, even if some of the shirts smell a little funny or there’s a suspicious stain on his pant leg that just won’t come out. In the end, it turned out he enjoyed the bright, gaudy clothing and has since developed a habit of partnering different prints and colours together no matter how silly others might think he looks. Speaking badly of his clothes is something of a sore spot for Kirishima, particularly when he thinks about how hard his mother saves up each month just to keep them all fed and clothed. 

Kirishima is surprisingly good at household jobs. Though he has allowed himself to slack off a little since moving into the dorms, Kirishima has developed the subconscious habit of cleaning up after his classmates, even if it’s as simple as collecting dirty dishes and moving them to the sink to be washed up later. With his mother often out working long hours to earn enough money to make ends meet, Kirishima and his older sister spent a lot of time taking care of their younger sister and keeping the house clean. In spite of this, keeping Kirishima as far away from the kitchen as possible is advised: he’s a terrible cook and will undoubtedly find a way to set his own ramen on fire if left unattended.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Kirishima spends the majority of his free time training. Sparring with friends, running, lifting weights, testing the durability of his quirk... Kirishima does it all, often on a daily basis. It’s cathartic and leaves him with a nice buzz. But for the most part, he trains so hard in his desperation to keep up with those around him. Fuelled by the belief that if he lets up for a second, his classmates will leave him behind, Kirishima has a tendency to push himself to his limits. That being said, he’s very careful not to overwork himself, unless something’s on his mind and he needs the distraction.

When he’s not training, Kirishima enjoys going out on long walks/hikes. He likes losing himself in the surrounding nature, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle his life has become since attending U.A. If said walk happens to turn into a 10-mile jog somewhere along the way, he’s certainly not complaining.

On lazy days, Kirishima can be found indulging in his secret love of K-Dramas. It’s an obsession he developed at a young age, thanks to his mother’s habit of leaving the television on whenever she had time to spare about the house, an obsession that has only grown in its intensity over the years. It’s something he keeps to himself, out of mild fear of being teased and as such none of his classmates are aware of it. Or, at least, until Mina ( @corrodc ) unwittingly discovered his secret. The two of them regularly exchange gossip surrounding the newest drama the pair of them are watching.

seven people that your character loves/likes:

His mother.

His older sister, Akane and his younger sister, Natsu.

Crimson Riot.

His boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki ( @hecksplosive ).

His best friend, Midoriya Izuku ( @delawaresmash ).

His best friend and guitar teacher, Jirou Kyouka ( @amplifical ).

His partners in crime, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta and Mina Ashido ( @corrodc ).

two things your character regrets:

Kirishima regrets not doing something when Bakugou was kidnapped. While he actively participated in his rescue, Kirishima feels as if he should have done something the night the kidnapping itself took place. After promising himself he’d no longer have any regrets, it’s a frustrating moment in his life, and he wishes he’d listened to his instincts instead of doing as he was told when a dear friend of his was in need. He’s since vowed to himself that he’ll always listen to his heart, even if it means breaking a few rules along the way.

Kirishima regrets nearly allowing his self-doubt to get in the way of his dreams. For a scary moment, he very nearly gave up on his dreams of becoming a hero, which is his greatest regret and shame. While his failure left him crippled with self-doubt and self-loathing, he’ll never forgive himself for nearly throwing it all away. As such, Kirishima strives never to stray from his path again. No matter what, he’ll become a hero.

two phobias your character has:

Atychiphobia, the fear of failure. He fears being put in a position where he fails to protect someone he cares about, fears that he might return to being the cowardly person he used to be, who could do little but stand there and watch when people were in danger. Such a fear was only further heightened in the wake of Bakugou’s kidnapping ( for a few weeks after Bakugou’s rescue, Kirishima made the point to keep subtle tabs on his best friend’s whereabouts, and is determined not to let the same thing happen twice ). His failure to do anything to save Bakugou bothers him greatly, even to this day.

Atelophobia, the fear of not being good enough. Kirishima fears that his strength won’t be enough for the battles ahead, that even after all these months at U.A, nothing has changed and he’s still weak. He fears this so intensely that it’s driven him to train relentlessly in his desperation to grow even stronger. He’s extremely aware of his limits and is constantly seeking new ways to overcome them.