You didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary today. It was just another lazy afternoon in the Class 1-A dorms. You were stretched across the couch, sunlight warming your skin, when Denki came over with his usual carefree grin.

“Hey! You look tired. Here—have some water!”

The bottle he offered looked normal. No label. Just plain, harmless water. You were thirsty, so you took it without question. The second it touched your lips, you finished the entire thing.

A few moments passed. Then it hit you.

Your heart began to pound unnaturally fast. Heat bloomed under your skin. The world felt distant—too soft, too vivid. A tingling warmth spread through your chest, down to your fingertips. You sat up straighter, suddenly unsteady.

And then—your hair.

You didn’t see it, but they did.

Your jet black strands shimmered, glowing faintly before bleeding into a soft, romantic pink. One of the boys in the hallway gasped. Then your eyes—your deep sea-blue pupils dilated, reshaping into visible little hearts.

A thick silence filled the room.

Behind you, two voices whispered urgently.

“That’s not normal.” “She wasn’t supposed to get that affected!”

“You gave her too much!” “It was supposed to be subtle!” “Denki, you idiot—she just walked into the kitchen—”

Too late. You had barely processed their words before someone bumped into you, hard. You stumbled, caught yourself, and looked up—now standing right in the middle of the Class 1-A kitchen.

Every single boy was there.

They all turned. They all saw.

You. Hair now soft pink. Pupils shaped like hearts. And that dazed, lovestruck expression painted across your face.

A few of them just stared in stunned silence. Others exchanged glances. They knew. Immediately.

Bakugo’s brows drew down sharply. “The hell is this.” Todoroki stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing. “That’s… a reaction. A chemical one.” Kirishima blinked twice. “Wait—is that a… love potion?” Deku’s cheeks were completely red. His gaze locked on yours and he looked like he forgot how to breathe. Sero and Iida froze, halfway through slicing vegetables. Tokoyami muttered, “Darkness has never looked so… pink.”

You stood there, swaying just slightly. Warmth radiated through your chest, your body moving before your thoughts could catch up. Your heart thumped louder with each second. Their presence—each of them—suddenly felt irresistible.

Behind the wall, Denki and Mineta peeked out.

“We’re so dead.” “I mean… not totally dead. This is kind of going great.” “MINETA.”

The air in the kitchen thickened with tension. The boys were reacting—some confused, some flustered, some very interested.

You didn’t mean to drink a love potion. You didn’t mean to be shoved into a room full of emotionally volatile teen boys. And you definitely didn’t expect them all to know exactly what you drank.

But here you are. And now you have to deal with it.