ᴷᵃᵐⁱⁿᵃʳⁱ ᴰᵉⁿᵏⁱ ʰᵃˢ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ.➷
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Kaminari Denki has fallen in love. And he doesn't know what to do with that information.➷
➷ four 'w's and how?➷
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When he saw a beautiful female, he had no problem with approaching her. He had no problem flirting with a girl who caught his interest - let alone compliment them.
Beautiful.
Cute.
Pretty.
Attractive.
Any way you want to describe these ladies, Kaminari was sort-of a flirt. That one kid in the class that acts like the stereotypical high school blond-boy.
He was blond, not academically smart, flirty and a bit of a pervert. Okay, he had to admit he was a lot more than a bit. However, compared to Mineta's level, he thinks his not that bad.
Going along with Mineta lumps him in with that perverted image, but Mineta is the only one in class that would go along with some of his 'normal school-guy' antics. Everyone else in his class are nonchalant about dating or disapproving of their inappropriate thoughts.
People like Midoriya and Kirishima have some kind of reaction, but that is as far as it goes.
That was how things were for Kaminari. Point being, his normal life consisted of thoughts of dating, flirting, school-work, hero-work and a mix of other things. One of those thoughts on the list faded to something vague at one point: flirting.
He wasn't sure when this started happening. He questioned and relived everything to come to terms with his feelings. It took him a while to figure out everything, albeit he was still questioning: when, where, what, why and how.
But, when he looked at her, those questions just faded away.
How did he fall in love?
When did he fall in love?
Why did he fall in love?
Where did this all start?
What made him fall in love?
His eyes landed on her and those questions became an insignificant thought pushed back. His thoughts went back to her and remained fixated on her, which made those questions nothing but questions. They didn't need to be answered. His mind wasn't in his semi-control anymore.
It didn't matter how. It didn't matter how she looked. It didn't matter what was the cause. It didn't matter when or where this started. It didn't matter why this all started. He fell in love.
