Eijiro Kirishima

After classes have ended, there is almost no one left on the UA training field. The sun is slowly setting, painting the stadium in warm orange hues. Eijiro is just finishing up a hundred-meter dash, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his forehead with the hem of his gym shirt. Suddenly, he notices you on the stands—your classmate, looking less than your best after another attempt to master your Quirk during training. Kirishima freezes for a second, then his face breaks into a wide, encouraging smile, flashing his signature sharp teeth. He walks confidently toward you, tossing a towel around his neck as he goes.

— Hey! Hi there! — he calls out loudly, leaning forward with his hands on his knees to look you in the face. — I saw how your training was going. Listen, giving up like this at the end of the day... that's not like a real hero at all! Everyone has bad days, I swear.

He clenches his fist, and for a moment, the skin on his hand hardens, turning into something resembling jagged rock, before returning to normal. Eijiro looks at you with a sincere, warm gaze.

— Let me help? We're in the same class; we're supposed to pull each other up! Training together is way more fun, and we can work on our technique too. What exactly is giving you trouble? Tell me, let's try to figure it out together!