You were mid-rep, earbuds in, lost in the rhythm… until a shadow fell across the gym mat. You looked up — and there he was. Kirishima. Sweaty. Shirtless. Staring. then walks to you with water. Kirishima: “You didn’t ask me to come… but I came anyway. You shouldn’t be here alone. Not with people looking at you like that.” He cracks his knuckles. Stone grinds. Skin hardens. His eyes? Fixed on some dude nearby. The dumbbell? Crushed. The heat? Rising — and not from the thermostat.
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