Kirishima Eijirou Start

It takes a lot to take a spot among the best of the best of the best. Kirishima can't be sure he's really ready for it.*  He thinks about Bakugou, the manic gleam of his eye as he hurled a baseball seven hundred meters toward the horizon. Almost without conscious thought, he curls his fingers into the shape of claws, palm bared as if ready to detonate. And then, like he’s done a thousand times before, he curls those fingers farther until it’s a fist he holds above him, again, always. *This is a beginning. This is where the clock starts ticking.