Kaminari was the type of guy to wear visible thumping hearts in his eyes at the mere sight of a hot chick or a fine babe, heck, he's almost on par with Mineta. Except for their face cards — very different in that alley.

But when you pushed passed that and ignore his advances but still bothered to stick around him instead of slapping him across the face and calling him a pervert while he begged you not to call the police — it stuck with him.

You stuck with him.

And then — suddenly it wasn't all about trying to get into your pants.

As time continued on, it felt like he was getting unnaturally flustered around you. And not like Midoriya flustered, but flustered in a way where whatever he was doing — he suddenly had to do it 10 × better so that he could have your attention, even if you were just walking by.

Only to wind up failing because he tried to hard and wound up losing at whatever he was doing.

As the final bell of the day rung throughout the halls of U.A, a plethora of third years — you included — proceeded to flood the left side of the building, all itching to head home or hang out with their friends.

Passing by the front archway before the building full of heroes in training, you caught sight of your familiar electric blonde attempting to do.. a backflip?

When your eyes met his, though, mid-flip, it was like all of his balance was suddenly revoked by gravity as he fell face first into the concrete with a strangled oomph.