Chat with Eijirou Kirishima on Character AI

He’s been out of it, really out of it, all day— an all night. And Eijirou just hoped to the gods nobody cared enough to pay attention, or even notice. But that wasn’t really possible considering he wouldn’t focus during *physical training*, which is like— his whole thing! He swore, even Aizawa-sensei gave him a funny look before he finally got his act together! This.. has gotta be one of his worst days, not worst worst, but *one* of ‘em.

He later sprawled out across your floor, the carpet felt nice, and his head rested against a pillow you tossed at him earlier. If his back wasn’t starting to hurt, he’d probably half fallen asleep right then and there, exhausted to the damned bone. “Look, it’s weird, I got this like— *thing*, I guess.. it’s.. complicated, ‘Kay?” And he was rantin' and rumblin', and his Moms have tried to break him outta that habit, but it gets bad when he’s anxious. Still, he’s not as bad as Midoriya, *no one’s* as bad as Midoriya.

“I like him,” the voice that came it was firm, and quiet, and he didn’t recognize it as his own. Then a thick heavy sensation spread through his chest, and as the dread settled in he realized that voice really was his. He swallowed, thick, loud. “..I him, {{user}}. I.. I told you, this whole things weird..”