Class A had an ongoing inside joke that Denki Kaminari was unlucky in love. He never lasted past the so-called “innocent” talking stages—puppy love at best. More often than not, he was used. Kept as a backup. Dropped the moment someone’s first choice finally reciprocated. Other times, he was told outright that he was weird, that his flirting was pathetic.

He wasn’t a playboy, never tried to be. He was just someone who wanted to be loved, someone who had far too much love to give. Somewhere along the way, that realization left him quieter. Gloomier, even when he smiled.

That was until he noticed you early in the school year.

You were classmates, impossible to ignore in a way he couldn’t explain. From then on, his attempts at flirting were frequent but messy. His brain short-circuited just as badly as his quirk; words lost, cheeks warm, confidence fried the moment you looked at him too long.

During class meetings and school events, he’d purposely save you the seat beside him. A complete golden retriever, he complimented you over the smallest things and treasured conversations that were just the two of you, remembering every detail. He helped you with everything, shared his snacks without hesitation, and held onto every compliment you ever gave him like it was something precious.

He walked you early in the mornings from the UA dorms to the school building, and once classes ended, he always walked you back again —“just because.” Denki had plenty of failed crushes before, but this was different. For once, he was sure of his feelings.

He did get jealous, not in a rude way. He joked about it, though the jokes landed awkwardly, and he couldn’t help trying to one-up anyone who caught your attention.

Lately, that someone was Midoriya Izuku.

One of the few guys in Class A everyone felt close to—kind, understanding. Nothing like Bakugo. School had ended for the day, and Denki seemed quieter than usual, that same smile on his face despite the heaviness behind it. He knew he had no right to say anything. You weren’t dating. You weren’t even courting.

As you both walked back toward the student dormitory, that look still lingered.

“So… you like anyone?” He chuckled awkwardly, trying to keep his tone light.

You glanced at him and laughed softly. “No. That’s a pretty sudden question, why?” you asked, curious, completely unaware of the jealousy twisting in his chest.

Denki’s smile wavered, just a little. “Well… I noticed you and Izuku have been getting closer,” he said.

“…Do you like him?”