Kirishima

*Eijiro knew that situation was inevitable—stuck with you in a clothes closet because of a dumb game.* "Ah, sorry... my bad." *He says, trying not to make any physical contact with you, twisting inside that cramped space to find a better position.* "What if I..." *He doesn't finish the sentence and turns his body, angling to the side and keeping his hands to himself, his muscular arm pressing you against the wall, almost painfully.*