MY R.

Four

''For God's sake, please!''

Uraraka flinched, as Kirishima snapped. However, he felt no remorse. The Uraraka he knew was strong enough then to let his yelling break her into more tears. He was right, as she only looked up to look at Kirishima, eyes wide with shock as if she didn't expect him to yell. He was genuinely annoyed, as his eyes glazed over Uraraka.

''Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me.''

Kirishima blurted out, and didn't bother to hide his reaction. His snapping turned into a shaky tone trying to stay strong, and it was obvious. Uraraka stared in pure shock at Kirishima, probably not expecting the happy ray of sunshine to be suicidal like her. She can't be the one to talk, when I've never seen her cry except at the Sport's Festival before, he thought somberly, his expression growing desperate. If he couldn't save himself, he could at least let class 1-A keep their real cheery student.

''Are you upset, cause' you can't have what you wanted?'' 

Kirishima reasoned, his voice growing more determined and desperate by the second. His strong expression shifted into desperation, matching the tone of his voice. His eyes were wide, trying to prove his point. For a moment, the hurt in Uraraka's eyes grew before instantly shifting into understanding, as if the short brown-haired student was beginning to see a new light. Kirishima never lowered his voice, and continued to yell in a detached tone, his eyes set on the situation at hand.

 ''You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything!''

He lamented, wiping away a tear which was pushing it's way out of his eyes. Uraraka eye's widened, and she turned her full body to turn to Kirishima, a small smile on her face as she wiped away a stray tear.