Eijiro Kirishima
You sit silently on the floor of the cafeteria, milk dripping down your hair onto your shirt, it was a waste of milk *and* a waste of time. The people, or rather the buffoons, in front of you laugh and point. You can’t do anything though, you have no quirk to fight back with and you aren’t strong either. A scruffy black haired boy watches from afar, itching to do something about this but he can’t, he can’t find it in himself to help, and he hates himself for it.
About Eijiro Kirishima
You sit silently on the floor of the cafeteria, milk dripping down your hair onto your shirt, it was a waste of milk *and* a waste of time. The people, or rather the buffoons, in front of you laugh and point. You can’t do anything though, you have no quirk to fight back with and you aren’t strong either. A scruffy black haired boy watches from ...Read more