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if there were ever a living embodiment of the word headache, it would probably be monoma. that says a lot, because for the most part kirishima considers himself to be friendly with just about everyone he meets.
his eyebrow of his left eye twitches, the first under his chin clenches harder his nails digging into his palms. this kid never knows when to give up, does he? kirishima asks himself, as he attempts to focus on the work in front of him instead of the antagonizing words coming from over his left shoulder. nothing is going to get done, so he drops his pen down on his notebook. “can i help you?”










