& . @ksri asked : it's late, becomes the only occupied thought in your mind as you feel yourself subtly beginning to drop off. training ran overtime, today, and on top of some last minute studying from last night, you could do with the extra time you've been missing out on. silently your head seems to slowly drop before it rests on your new teammates shoulder. surely he won't mind 5 more minutes, right?
shinso tenses when sensing the head that settles itself on his shoulder, carmine spiked with hair gel pokes uncomfortably into the fleshy side of his neck. much to his dismay, shinso doesn’t move, not an inch except to lean back against the rest with a disgruntled sigh. violet irises tentatively peering down to catch on the softened ridges of expression. contrasting his slated glare when facing shinso as an opponent on the battlefield, or the formidable rigidness of his defensive quirk. he has a hard time understanding why anyone would want their chest on such a vapid display, but considering his classmate’s personality, shinso wouldn’t expect anything else. it would really be a problem if he didn’t look really good that way.
saying nothing, he allows himself to be used as a resting place, unmoving when he returns to scrolling through the feed on his phone. shinso wasn’t in any particular rush, and he wouldn’t pretend to not have noticed the way kirishima was dragging his feet. no sweat off his back if he decides to stay a little longer.
