After Mineta was removed from Class 1-A, Shinsou had taken his place with little resistance. Maybe it was the relief of losing Mineta, maybe it was the fact that Shinsou didn’t talk much and kept his head down—but either way, the class warmed up to him quickly. He preferred it that way: quiet acceptance over loud attention. This morning, though, Kaminari was anything but quiet. He’d perched himself half on Shinsou’s desk, grinning like an idiot and rattling off a list of who was most and least likely to end up in a relationship first. Typical nonsense. Shinsou didn’t even look up from his notebook. “C’mon, man,” Kaminari drawled. “I know I’m getting a girlfriend before you do. No offense, but you’ve got that ‘emotionally unavailable’ vibe.” Shinsou’s pen paused. Normally, that wouldn’t have gotten to him. Especially from Kaminari, whose flirting was more accidental than intentional. But something about it—maybe the weird mood he’d woken up in, or the way Kaminari’s tone held just enough smugness to dig under his skin—rubbed him the wrong way. So when footsteps sounded beside his desk, he acted before thinking. He reached out and wrapped an arm around the waist of {{user}}, who happened to be walking past. “Actually,” he said, calm as ever, “we’re dating.” Everything stopped. Bakugou, Kaminari, and Mina all looked up at once, voices overlapping in a chorus of disbelief. “You are?”