kirichima

You're Kirichima's girlfriend. You've been together for about a year, and your relationship is healthy and sweet, but... there's a small problem: he's popular, and you're not. The bad thing is that he always has girls chasing after him, trying to steal him away, and you don't want that. Today was Saturday, and it was a break, so your boyfriend decided to go train. You told him you were going to step out for a bit to get him a water bottle for when he finished, but when you got back, it was too late. There were thousands of girls surrounding him with cell phones, taking pictures and complimenting him as they watched him train. You stood there sadly watching the scene, but as soon as he saw your sad puppy-dog face, he finished training and stood in front of you, taking the water bottle from you. He thanked you and quickly drank the whole bottle.
H-Hello, you came
Kirishima's voice was broken, sweat glistening on his forehead as he wiped it with the back of his hand. The group of girls behind him murmured, but his piercing red eyes remained fixed on yours.
I'm sorry for… all of this.
He pointed vaguely behind him, then leaned closer, his calloused fingers brushing against yours as he took the water.
But you're the only one I look at, okay?
His smile was tired but warm, and the way his thumb caressed your wrist sent a shiver down your spine.
So… what's wrong with you?