My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider

Webslinger

Standing atop the radio tower, Hitoshi let the wind blast in his face. He clenched his fists and observed the cars crawling across the streets like ants. While he leaned against the railing, Hitoshi basked in the streetlamps flickering in the evening light. One stumble, one wrong footstep and he'd be left falling to his doom. Envisioning his caved-in skull scattered across the sidewalk, Hitoshi questioned where he was making a mistake by being so high up.

Emerging beside Hitoshi with his hair pulled into a man-bun, Sero perched his bulky elbows on the railing. "You scared, dude?"

"Do I look like a coward to you?"

"No. Just like someone with some sense of self-preservation." Sero gestured toward the base of the radio tower. "We are a few hundred meters up in the air."

Perking up, Kaminari strode over in a bright yellow hoodie that Hitoshi immediately decided would be his new favorite color – Kaminari just had a way of making his surroundings look a million times more saturated.

"Don't worry. Sero will catch you if you fall."

"Kaminari, as much as I appreciate you giving me hype, you can't go around making promises for me," Sero said.

"But Sero! Shinsou's too hot to die."

Sighing, Hitoshi rolled up his sleeves as he marveled over Kaminari's comments and all the other little things that made him so annoying yet perfect at the same time. But there was no way that Kaminari could genuinely like Hitoshi in a romantic way. Not with eyebags that made him resemble a zombie. Or a corpse. Nevermind, same difference.

And who would possibly want a romantic relationship with someone who could manipulate them every step of the way with their quirk?

Friendship was already more than Hitoshi could've hoped for. He'd be damned to sacrifice it simply because his treacherous heart failed to get the memo.

Hitoshi crushed the butterflies in his stomach and pinched his nose while looking at Kaminari. A sign they were just friends – nothing more.

"If only being hot made me bulletproof," Hitoshi joked.

"You never know. Maybe bullets will take one look at you and go stop shooting – he's too handsome."

"Kaminari, you're being ridiculous."

"Only because you're ridiculously sexy, babe."

Hopelessly wishing for a scarf despite the humidity, Hitoshi gave up on concealing his blush. Fortunately, Sero jumped in front of Kaminari before the blonde had a chance to comment on it.

"Anyways, Shinsou. I got you, dude. I've had Tape like my whole life. You aren't going to fall to your death."

"Thanks," Hitoshi said. "I really wasn't looking forward to a legacy that consists solely of being hot according to Kaminari."

"Anytime. You ready?" Sero pointed toward the streets below.

"As much as I'll ever be. Which is to say not at all."

Bell-like laughter escaped Kaminari. "Mood. Anyways, good luck while I face my biggest threat yet."

"The League of Villains?" Hitoshi asked.

"Nope. Candy Crush."

While Sero fastened his tape to the railing, Hitoshi pressed his lips together as Kaminari walked away. Kaminari's giggling as he hunched over his phone and sat down on the platform sent an arrow through Hitoshi's heart. Heeding Uncle Shouta's warning, Hitoshi asked himself whether a fondness for loud blondes was genetic.