terra wishes he had his phone on him, because the sight that he’s greeted with when he turns the corner is downright ridiculous. he knew that metallic clacking sound was familiar. “are you... trying on my armour?”
@breakearth
kirishima FREEZES when he hears a voice that is too familiar for his liking, the rustle of armor having drowned out terra’s footsteps. he oh so slowly turns and faces the upperclassman, painfully embarrassing eye contact held for a few seconds before terra’s helmet shifts on his head and falls right over his eyes.
well at least he has a few more moments before he has to face the music. carefully, the redhead raises his hand to lift up the helmet and finally peek back out at terra who is still, unfortunately, there. there’s another stretch of silence as kirishima weighs his next words carefully. trying to formulate and create the PERFECT answer.
“ no? “
