The first thing that Denki Kaminari remembered about her was the feeling that he got when they both got accepted as assistant drum majors. He didn’t know whether to feel shocked or confused or frustrated.

What?

I deserve this. I’m a junior. She’s a sophmore. I’ve never seen her before. I’m better than her. Right?

The second thing Denki Kaminari remembered about her was the feeling he got when he looked into her eyes, expecting to see hate and instead seeing something more soft than he’d care to admit.

I hate how much I like her. I don’t like her. I can’t like her. Right?

It was just before the first football game of the season, and they’d just gotten their drum major uniforms, the white and blue and gold accents on the top half complimenting her too well.

“You know, it’s a good thing you’re cute,” he started, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his uniform jacket. “‘Cause you’re going to crash and burn.”