Kirishima Eijiro slapped on a thicc layer of hair gel, painstakingly forming every single section of his hair into a sharp spike and finishing them off with a quick blast with his quirk. Patting them and feeling satisfied with their spikiness, he grabbed his bag and hurried out the door to catch the bus.
He pushed his way through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, muttering the occasional "excuse me" as he went.
Suddenly, he felt an impact, and looked down to see a girl on the concrete. She looked as if she were around his age, with long light brown hair and hazel eyes. Suddenly forgetting the hurry he was in, Kirishima knelt down, apologizing profusely. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm alright", she muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he lent the girl his other hand, offering to help her up.
She accepted the gesture, and brushed herself off before straightening herself and finally making eye contact with the boy. Kirishima found himself staring at her for a moment, and she blushed.
"Is... there something wrong?" she asked.
"Oh, no of course not!" he stammered, apologizing once again.
She nodded and began to head off again, waving him goodbye. He froze, but quickly snapped out of it in time to call out for her.
"Miss!"
The girl stopped and turned around, looking puzzled.
"Do you.. uh... have a snapchat?"
