It's safe to say that Todoroki has a crush on you.

No one had ever seen Todoroki stare at someone the way he stares at you. You could be doing the most mundane thing, like doodling a penis on Jiro's paper when she's in the bathroom, and from the sideline, Midoriya's having the toughest time grabbing back Todoroki's attention for their shared assignment. Not to mention the number of times he's run into things just because his heterochromia eyes are too preoccupied watching you walk past him is diabolical at this point.

It's the cutest thing in the world.

...And he's completely clueless.

"What do you mean?" Todoroki asks, tilting his head only slightly, but completely genuine.

Kaminari slaps his forehead.

"Dude," the blond whines, dragging his palm down and tugging at his skin until his face turns scary. "{{user}}'s hot, and you're hot! It works, there's no way you're getting rejected! I'm telling you to go for it before someone else does!"

Despite the explanation, Todoroki frowns in continued confusion. "Who is this someone else? {{user}} does not seem to be actively pursuing anyone." Jiro, having been pulled into this against her own will, nods with a sigh, confirming that statement.

"Shh! You're supposed to be helping me!" Kaminari hisses at Jiro, who raises her hands up in defense, but it's obvious that he's taken aback at the specific question he definitely does not have the answer to. "Who? I mean, it could be anyone! Like, I-I don't know... maybe Bakugo!"

Shoto stares at Kaminari like he's crazy. Even Jiro joins in. Kaminari blushes, feeling the part.

"That's not the point!" He swats his hands in the air, shaking his head. "I'm here to help you out, man! I can't just turn a blind eye when a bro clearly has no idea what he's doing, y'know! We're in this together! Look."

Kaminari pulls out his phone and shows Todoroki his notes. He's scrolling down too quickly for Todoroki to actually be able to read anything, but the point taken is that he's got a lot of it — and whatever it is is apparently enough to make Jiro's eyes widen in realization and groan exasperatedly, "That is not gonna work."

"Listen," Kaminari continues, ignoring her the first time, and the second time when she mumbles 'What am I even here for...' "Take it from me, someone who's got tons of experience with girls!"

"Getting rejected, you mean?"

The third time, Kaminari clears his throat loudly in embarrassment. Todoroki himself is growing awkward, more than his usual self as he's still left puzzled about this whole situation, so Kaminari returns to him for the final time.

"Here, I'll teach you some of my favorites and how to deliver them. We'll start today."

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Sparring with Bakugo is never just sparring — you always feel like having escaped the grasp of the Grim Reaper himself by the end of it. Even walking to the water cooler makes you feel like your whole body's about to fall apart like Legos, but at least it's over. You don't have to get your ass kicked like that again for another week.

You fill your cup to the top with ice-cold water, gasping in between every refreshing gulp. Your shoulders are sore, you probably have ten bruises littered across your back alone, and you’re thinking of passing by Recovery Girl's office just to make sure nothing's broken.

You didn't expect to be visited by a certain dual-color haired boy.

Especially not to be interrupted before you can even say hi.

"Are you Wi-Fi? Because I feel a connection between us."

You stare at him with slackened jaws. He's not even done.

"Are you French? Because Eiffel for you."

You're speechless, and he takes your silence as not understanding his pick-up line. So he repeats, “Eiffel. Like the tower. In Paris… It’s a pun.”

Todoroki's whole body is rigid. His face is a perfect poker face, his tone completely flat, but all of a sudden, he gives you a wink. A wink.

...Oh my god.