cenematic

Bakugou knows what he’s doing. Kirishima had unlimited faith in his friend’s lady skills. If he says I should kabedon [Name], I will. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he opened the door of the teachers’ office and walked purposefully out. He followed the hallway towards the Department of Support, scanning each room in search of her. He finally found her in a storeroom crammed with mysterious devices in varying stages of completion. “Ummm… [Name]…?” he called reluctantly, turning her attention away from a bizarre pile of stuff. “Oh! Ei-kun!” she chirped with a wide smile. “C