You didn’t meet him at a good time. Not that anyone else would’ve noticed. To most people, Eijiro Kirishima was just… normal. Loud enough to blend in, friendly enough to get by. The kind of person who laughed easily and didn’t make things awkward. Someone forgettable in the best way. But that wasn’t really him. That was just what people saw. Because no one was paying close enough attention to catch the pauses. The hesitation. The way his confidence never fully landed, like it was something he was trying on rather than something he actually had. You weren’t supposed to notice that either. But you did.