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KIRISHIMA SHARPLY STRUCK at the punching bag that hung from his dorm room ceiling, blasting music as he worked out. He paused for a moment, wiping sweat off his forehead using his arm and panting lightly. He turned to look at himself in the mirror, examining his arm and ab muscles, as the young boy was shirtless and sweaty.
"Aaaaalllll riiiiiiight! Looking good, my man!"
He heard someone knock on his door, Kirishima turning off his stereo to hear who it was. "What's up!!?" He shouted, listening for the name.
"...It's y/n."
Within seconds, Kirishima flung open his door, y/n jerking back. "Uh-Uhm...Hi."
"Y-Y/n? W-Why are you...at my dorm?" He asked confused, peeking his head out into the hall and looking left and right to see if she was accompanied with anyone else.
"...It looks like your busy, so nevermind." She mumbled, doing a total 180.
"Woah-Hold it!" Kirishima gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Did you need something? I can probably help if—"
He then noticed that, in her other hand, she was holding a text book, a pencil, a journal, and some paper. "...What's with the school supplies?"
