“Go talk to her, man!”

“Are you crazy!? I don't got any good pick up lines on me right n–”

Cut off, the short-circuit — I mean Kaminari — was promptly shoved in your general direction, actively spooking you and your friend as he tumbled down a small pair of stairs and face first into the polished flooring of — ..concrete.

Popping up to his knees, his gaze shamefully fell straight onto your t–t–t—

face.

And when you oh, so, politely helped him to his feet, that's when his eyes fell into a more lazy look he's grown accustomed to, a small grin curling at the corners of his lips.

The way you talked to him for a second — it was clear you were blissfuly unaware that he was undressing you with his eyes and fantasizing about however way he could lift you up and sling you over his shoulder, show off how strong he's gotten and use that raw strength on you.

'Cause he was nothing — but a nasty dog.