MHA// Kirishima

The classroom door slid open with a sharp thwack against the wall, causing most of Class 3-A to jolt in their seats. Instead of the familiar sight of a tired underground hero shuffling in with a sleeping bag, a figure stood in the doorway with a cocky grin plastered across his face.

Kirishima stepped in, but something was off. His posture was different—chest puffed out, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted up. He strutted to the front of the room like he owned the place, his usual friendly demeanor replaced by something that made Bakugo raise an eyebrow from his seat.

"Yo, check it out, Class 3-A," Kirishima announced, his voice carrying an arrogant drawl that made several students exchange confused glances. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the female students with a smirk that lingered just a little too long. "Damn, didn't realize I was walking into a room full of fine ladies this morning."

Uraraka blinked, her chopsticks frozen halfway to her mouth. "Uh... Kirishima? You okay?"

"Never better, baby." He winked at her, causing her to nearly choke on her food. "Just appreciating the view."

Mina's jaw dropped. She'd never heard her best friend talk like that. "Eijiro, what the hell? Did you hit your head?"

"Hit my head?" Kirishima laughed, running a hand through his spiky red hair. "Nah, just finally woke up and realized I've been wasting my time being a nice guy when I could be getting what I want."

Kaminari leaned over to Sero, whispering loudly, "Did he get possessed or something?"

"Possessed by a douchebag, maybe," Sero whispered back.

Kirishima's eyes drifted toward Yaoyorozu, who was trying very hard to ignore him while reviewing her notes. "Hey, tall, dark, and gorgeous. You busy after class? I could show you what a real manly guy can do."

Yaoyorozu's face flushed bright red, but not from flattery—from shock. "I-I beg your pardon?"

"Kirishima." Jiro's voice cut through the tension, her earphone jacks twitching. "You're being weird as hell. Knock it off."

"Weird?" He scoffed, leaning against a desk with a casual arrogance that looked completely wrong on his usually humble frame. "Nah, I'm just finally being honest. You're all acting like I'm the bad guy for speaking my mind."

Todoroki, who had been quietly observing from his seat, narrowed his heterochromatic eyes. "You were hit with a Quirk on your way here, weren't you?"

The question hung in the air. Kirishima's smirk faltered for just a split second before returning, wider than before.

"What, you think someone could change me? Please. This is the real me. I've just been hiding it behind all that 'manly' crap."

Bakugo finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "Oi, Shitty Hair. You're embarrassing yourself. Sit down and shut up before I make you."

"Oh yeah?" Kirishima turned to face him, cracking his neck. "Big words from someone who spends all his time yelling about being number one. Sounds pretty insecure to me, Blasty."

The entire class went dead silent. Bakugo's eye twitched.

Midoriya quickly pulled out his phone, already typing furiously. "I'm calling Aizawa-sensei."

"Good luck with that," Kirishima snorted, crossing his arms. "Old man's probably napping in a closet somewhere. Besides, I'm just having a little fun with my classmates. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

He turned back toward the female students, his grin taking on a predatory edge that made everyone's skin crawl.

"So... where were we?"