Eijiro really wished he could Harden his stomach so he wouldn't feel nauseous as he headed on to the bus for the practical entrance exam for UA.

But, alas, he couldn't, so he climbed aboard and sat down in misery. He wished the test would hurry up and be over already. He didn't really even pay attention when someone sat beside him. "Hey." He mumbles, not really even looking at the person and not expecting anything to come of it, his small smile half-hearted at best.

"Hello." It was a girl, apparently, and she was responding, so Eijiro continued to face her. May as well use this as a distraction, right? Besides, his mother raised him to be polite, so he extends a hand.

"I'm Eijiro Kirishima." The brunette smiles. He notices her brown eyes have flecks of blue in them like sapphires dropped on the ground. He blinks. Where'd that come from?

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Walking into UA as a student was a surreal experience for him. Sure, he put it down as his top choice and gave the exam his all (with that girl, Takara, right beside him. Teaming up with her was awesome, even if it felt a little like cheating due to her earth quirk vibration thing), but to actually pass and get into UA? That was something else!

He could only hope he'd see more of Takara in the future. There was something so...genuine and outgoing about that girl. She wore her heart on her sleeve and spoke her mind. She wasn't afraid to do what she wanted and help those she could along the way.

Eijiro thought she was very manly, in her own ways. Like Crimson Riot said, manliness wasn't dedicated only to males. It applied to any gender. And Takara...Takara was manly.

"Hey, Eijiro!" Speak of the angel and she shall- -angel?! Wha- -no, no, no! Contain yourself! Eijiro scolds himself internally.

"Hey, Takara!" He replies, swallowing the emotions bubbling up in him at calling her an angel, even if it was just in his head. She's standing in the UA uniform, stockings beneath the skirt and looking absolutely made for UA. She definitely belonged here. Beside her was her father, Present Mic.

It was...weird seeing him as a teacher, not some DJ or announcer, but Eijiro played it cool. Present Mic nudges Takara, whispering something that makes her blush and- -holy shit she's so cute when she's blushing!

Wait...no, no! Stop thinking like that! You just met a few months ago! Stoppit! Eijiro growls at himself, praying his face was still neutral as Takara hisses in reply before turning back to Eijiro, looking a little embarrassed. Damn, she was cute! Friends can think friends are cute, right?

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Watching Takara as excited as he was for the rescue training was torture! How was he supposed to concentrate on the training ahead when she was sitting right beside him and positively bouncing in excitement?! In her hero outfit, too! That outfit looked outstanding on her, like she was born to wear it. His outfit felt super lame in comparison, but Takara had liked it, even blushing a little as she complimented it, so Eijiro felt a little better about it.

Eijiro was admittedly surprised when Tsu compared Midoriya's Quirk to All Might's, but he could see the resemblance when he thought about it. However, there was a difference. Takara is first to point it out, smiling as usual. Izuku looks relieved when the spotlight was off him and Takara didn't mind being the center of attention.

Eijiro envied that. He pretended he didn't mind, that nothing bothered him, but the truth was he was camera shy and awkward when it came to being in the spotlight. Eijiro smiles, deciding to add to Takara's note about All Might's Quirk not damaging his body.

"Yeah, and that makes a huge difference." Takara looks at him gratefully and Eijiro feels his heart swell a little. She was so cute sometimes. "Still, I bet it's cool to have a simple augmenting type-a Quirk. You could do a lot of flashy stuff with it." He was just thinking aloud now, holding up a hand and Hardening it. "My Hardening's super strong and can stop bad guys in a fight, but it doesn't look all that impressive."

Takara shakes her head. "Not true!" She counters. "It's super cool! Makes you look like a badass!" Dear Lord she was too sweet! He bites his lip to keep from blushing. "I might draw attention using my Water or Earth Quirk, but I'll take whatever damage I can't dodge or block. You won't."

He is surprised she likes his dull, boring Quirk so much, but he's also not about to let her compliment him without something in return and says the first thing that came to his mind.

"But both your Quirks are so cool!" He blurts. Takara blinks.

However, Izuku is next to speak. "I think your Quirk looks really cool, Kirishima!" He says. "You're definitely Pro material with a Quirk like that!"

Eijiro squirms a little sheepishly. "You really think so? Seems like it'd be easier if I had something flashier." Eijiro couldn't believe it! Two people, each with amazing Quirks of their own, liked his stupid Quirk?! His heart fills with happiness, and his eyes lock on to Takara.

"Nah." She says, smiling genuinely at him. "It's not what the Quirk is, it's how you use it that matters. You can have pretty much any Quirk and still become a popular hero if you're willing to work at it and learn how to use your Quirk better. Mom and Dad taught me that when we started working on my Quirks together." Eijiro smiles. He was happy she had such an outlook, but it was hard to believe her when there was a lifetime of evidence that his Quirk wasn't impressive at all. However, if Takara said his Quirk could be impressive, he'd put in the work to prove her right. He'd show her that she was right to believe in and support him.

"I've been wondering, Takara." Tsu interjects, derailing the previous conversation, "I know the Yamadas are your parents, but...you don't look like them." Takara squirms a little and Eijiro is about to intervene to save Takara from an obviously uncomfortable topic, but Takara just clears her throat.

"We-well, Mom's my godmother." Such a simple statement, but what an impact it had.

The unspoken truth settled in Eijiro's mind. She was once orphaned, taken in by her godmother and raised in a family she wasn't born into. Suddenly, everything about Takara seemed a little clearer: why she didn't have siblings, why her Quirks were so different than the Yamadas, and why she really didn't look much like them at all. Eijiro found a new appreciation for Takara and looks at her in awe. She was so strong to have been through that and still come out smiling and happy and friendly!

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When Eijiro saw the smoke villain suddenly appear in front of the class, only one thought rang through his head.

This will not be like middle school! I'll actually do something this time! I won't stand by!

When Eijiro leapt out at the smoky villain, he wasn't all that shocked to see Bakugo leap out with him. What he was shocked at was Takara, though perhaps that shouldn't have been that surprising, considering that she always was the first to defend her friends or help someone. Eijiro was happy he wasn't alone, though. This was easily the most scared he'd ever been, regardless of the brave face he put on and the words he spoke.

When the smoke villain enveloped them in thick purple smoke, claiming their objective in attacking the USJ was killing All Might and the students, Eijiro instinctively grabbed Takara by the waist, hoping he could keep her with him and protect her as the wind from the swirling smoke intensified. This was nuts! How were these villains supposed to kill All Might!? It was clear they'd thought this out, and Eijiro prayed they'd survive.

When Takara was yanked out of his grasp, his heart shattered. He hadn't made a difference. He'd only made things worse by provoking the villain with his idiotic attack! Damnit! He could only wonder where Takara was sent as he felt himself free fall into concrete, hearing Bakugo screaming in rage, pain, and shock beside him. That hothead was not Eijiro's ideal pick for a battle buddy, but he'd have to make due, he supposed.

When Bakugo and Eijiro teamed up, they were virtually unstoppable, turns out. They had this unknown connection allowing them to defeat the group of baddies in the earthquake zone (he thinks it's the earthquake zone, anyway) with relative ease. Throughout the entire fight, Eijiro couldn't stop thinking about Takara. He couldn't do anything about it, though, til he got through these bad guys.

When he got to the main square, following Katsuki to start looking for Takara, he was stunned by what he saw. These guys looked tough! A hell of a lot tougher than the thugs he and Bakugo had taken down. Worst of all, they had All Might! The hero was held by some giant human-like...thing, the villain's warp quirk allowing the huge thing to subdue the Symbol of Peace. Then Eijiro looked around.

When he saw Takara, he nearly gagged. She was covered in blood and her leg was bent unnaturally. Her chest seemed...off and he races over in the middle of whatever unimportant thing he'd been about to say. Takara was so much more important to him than showing off or fighting right now.

When he picks her up, he nearly puts her back down when she lets out a loud hiss of agony. Eijiro set off with her in his arms. Everything else can wait. He had to make sure Takara was okay! She'd been so genuine and amazing to him since their chance meeting on the bus, so long ago. He nearly throws up at the thought of what might have happened if he hadn't gotten to her in time. He looks over his shoulder as he carries her and sees All Might now free from the grasp of that giant...thing.

When he asks what happened, Takara replies "Nomu." Was that huge thing holding All Might 'Nomu'? Was it 'Nomu' what did this to his Takara? If he wasn't so worried, he'd run right back there and make that bastard pay! Takara's groans and winces distract him from his thoughts of revenge and remind him of his task. He had to protect his Takara! (wait... his Takara?! When did he start thinking of her like that?! That's not appropriate or respectful at all!)

When he apologizes for not holding on to her (being too damn weak to accomplish his goals), Takara is quick to tell him he'd have been hurt, too. He understands what she's trying to say and doesn't take it personally. He still feels shitty for not keeping a grip on her when they were separated, even though Takara tries to tell him otherwise.

When he sees his teacher, in worse shape than Takara, something breaks in him. Mrs. Yamada had been so brave, leaping down to hold off the villains like that, and now she'd been nearly killed. Turns out, the thing that hurt Takara also hurt Mrs. Yamada and Eijiro is furious but unwilling to stray from his mission to protect his best friend (best friend was a safe title right? Not like 'angel' or 'his' Takara). He had to get her away from the fight!

When the other teachers show up, he can't help breaking down, trying desperately to keep it together long enough to get her up the rest of the godforsaken stairs. Now that the teachers were here, things would be okay, right? He wouldn't lose Takara, right? He was allowed to cry now, wasn't he?

When he gets to the top of the stairs, his tears flow as he sobs for help. He'd never admit it aloud, but the stairs were so long and he was already so tired from fighting that he couldn't keep hiding his terror and fears. He was so tired, but he couldn't rest yet. Not til he knew Takara would be okay! His efforts couldn't have been in vain, right?!

When Present Mic sobs briefly over his daughter, Eijiro's own tears are added to the mix. If he'd been there, he'd have been able to help. If he'd been stronger, this wouldn't have happened...

When the Voice Hero charges Eijiro with looking after Takara, he takes it very seriously, making sure to stay with her in the ambulance ride to the hospital, where he reluctantly had to stay in the waiting room, the minutes ticking by slowly, every second torture.

When he's finally let back to see her, he races to her room, stopping to compose himself before walking in. He didn't want to appear too desperate or weird...even though she likely wouldn't care. She was so sweet like that.

When he sees her, when he knows she's okay, the painful worry in his chest lessens a little.

When he sees her, everything's a little better. Just a little. He then sees her cast and bandages and feels the guilt and shame return full force and he can't keep it down.

When he expresses regret for not holding on to her again, falling back into those dark thoughts, she is there with soft, gentle words that lift the crushing guilt and shame he felt a little.

When she tells him 'I'll be okay', he believes her.