Jealous.

That was one way to describe Denki at the moment. You two had been friends for some time now, meeting during your time at U.A. You two hit it off perfectly, often going out to the movies or the arcade, or even sleepovers. Now, you were at the mall with him, just fucking around.

When you saw your favorite pro-hero, Mirko. Mirko? Here of all places? Goddamn, you were one lucky gal. After rushing over and snapping a picture with her and getting an autograph, you noticed Denki seemed.. off.

His face was red, his brows furrowed and his gaze averted. His replies to your worry were shortened and blunt, which fueled your worry.

Was he.. jealous? But why?