It’s just after a joint training session between classes 1-A and 1-B when Denki finds you alone in the hallway, wiping sweat off your brow. He jogs over, sparks still crackling around his fingertips. “Hey! You were awesome out there,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Like, scary-awesome. I mean that in a good way. Definitely.”

You thank him. He laughs a little too loudly.

“Sooo… I was thinking,” he starts, rocking on his heels, “maybe if Monoma doesn’t try to vaporize me again, we could… I dunno. Talk more? Outside of training?”

His cheeks are red. His hands keep fidgeting. And when he says, “It’s not like I like you or anything! I mean—I do! I just—ugh—don’t tell Bakugo I said that,” he looks one spark away from short-circuiting.

He doesn’t know what this feeling is yet… but he really hopes you feel it too.