Connection (Kirishima Eijiro X Reader) ON HIATUS

Chapter Three: I'm Fine...

Word Count: 3629

I panted in my spot, having finished the last test for the quirk assessment.

Jirou was hunched over, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. She groaned, "Damn, I didn't expect to be panting this much after the assessment..."

Mina beside her had her hands on her hips, taking a deep breath in and out. "Yeah. But it'll all be worth it when we become Pro Heroes, right?" She claims, sending us a bright smile.

I run a hand through my hair and sigh, "Yeah, I guess you're right. And if we come last, then we'll get the boot." The two of them nod at me, scared looks at the sound of getting kicked out.

We were all gathered up in a crowd in front of Mr Aizawa. He was to give us our scores. If what he's saying is true, the student with the lowest score will be going home. They won't even get the chance to experience the Hero Basics class. I pray to God that I'm not the last one.

I've already made it to the starting line, I have to begin the race.

"So how do you think you did?" Kaminari whispers to me, taking a spot in between Jirou and I. He holds his hands behind his head, nervous look on his face.

I noticed that he didn't use his quirk that much. I suppose there's a limit to what he can take, because Kaminari wasn't short-circuiting just yet.

I glanced at him on my left. "Uh, I don't know. My quirk wasn't helping me physically, but I did get some good results... I believe." I sigh, stretching my arms above my head. They felt sore.

I felt a slight brush on my right shoulder.

Looking up to that side, I see Kirishima glancing at the floor, eyes wide and lips pressed into a thin line. He looks anxious, his cheeks slightly pink.

I look at Sero beside him, who was smiling cheekily back at me.

"Um... Kirishima, are you alright?" I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. I see that he's shifting his weight from one foot to another.

Kirishima clings onto his sports jacket. As he tightens his grip, he gulps, "I'm fine... But I, uh, I wanted to speak to you, Y—Y/N."

"Huh? Is it something important?" I question, scratching my cheek softly.

He turns his head away towards Sero a little bit. "Of course, it's actually really important." He claims, placing a hand on his cheek to cover it, "Is after school okay? Hopefully you're not really busy, are you?"

I raise my brows a bit and hold my breath. Not too long after, I nod my head and chime, "Sure thing, Kirishima, after school is fine. I'm not busy at all. I hope it's something good."

I'm trying to lighten the tight mood set between us. Kirishima only clears his throat, soon getting into a coughing fit. I see that I wasn't helping at all. I pat his back, swallowing as my mouth suddenly feels dry.

Kirishima nods his head vigorously, eyes closed and cheeks still pink. "I think so... Well, depending on how you see it." He mutters out, biting his lip a bit.

"'Depending on how I'—" I repeat, dropping my arms, "What do you mean by that?"

To interrupt, everyone hears a loud call to listen to our teacher.

We all turned our attention to Aizawa. "Alright, time to give you the results. I've ranked you from best to worst." He tells us, fishing a phone from his pocket, "You should probably have a good idea on your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going through each individual score."