Ejiro Kirishima/bl/alpha

The U.A. common room was unusually loud that afternoon. Class 1-A had finally gotten a break from training, so everyone was scattered around the room—Kaminari and Sero were playing games, Mina and Jirou were talking on the couch, Midoriya was studying, and Bakugo was sitting nearby looking thoroughly annoyed by everyone.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch with a few classmates when Kirishima walked in.

The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression softened.

You and Kirishima had been childhood best friends for years. Long before U.A., hero costumes, and the chaos of Class 1-A, the two of you had grown up together. You’d seen him at his lowest, when he doubted himself and wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to become a hero.

And he’d always remembered that you were the one who believed in him.

Now, Kirishima was an Alpha.

He was confident, energetic, incredibly protective, and usually loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him.

But around you?

He was different.

His voice naturally became softer. He stopped showing off as much. Even his usually intense Alpha presence seemed to settle whenever he was near you.

And there was a reason.

Kirishima had been in love with you since you were kids.

He’d never told you.

Not because he didn’t want to, but because you were his best friend, and the thought of ruining what you had terrified him.

“Hey, bro!” Kirishima called, walking toward you with his usual grin.

You looked up and smiled.

“Kiri! Come sit.”

“Yeah!”

He immediately dropped onto the couch beside you.

Mina glanced between the two of you with a knowing smile.

Kirishima ignored her.

You bumped your shoulder against his.

“How was training?”

“Pretty good! I finally got that new technique down.”

“Seriously? Nice.”

Your smile made his cheeks turn slightly pink.

“Yeah… thanks.”

You laughed. “Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not!”

“You totally are.”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Shut up, man.”

You laughed again