𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ˚ ᵐʰᵃ

denki

⸙͎۪۫ what a flirt!
⸼ denki kaminari

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It became a part of your daily routine to run away from the hotheaded Bakugou.

Just simply teasing him about the unknown sensitive topic of Deku must've stricken a cord as he would easily get riled up. Sparks would emit from his palms and a murderous glint you were oh so familiar of shines in his eyes.

It was a typical day in the U.A. dorms. Bakugou's frustrated cursing, you running for your life, and your classmates desperately trying to calm the bomber boy down. The usual.

But today, you somehow failed to notice the flight of stairs ahead of you.

Before you could even react, you came stumbling down the stairs like a rag doll as nothing but pained groans escaped your mouth.

A thunderous fall was what you were supposed to feel if it weren't for your electric knight in shining armor waiting for his damsel in distress, standing at the bottom- catching you in his arms like how a groom would to his bride.

"I think you just-" Kaminari plastered a smug smirk on his face, leaning towards your face and making you question if he knows what personal space is. "-fell for me."

You couldn't even grimace at the excruciating pain of your broken neck (hopefully not) as you could only face palm. Class 1-A were frozen in their tracks, and an unusual silence almost enveloped the atmosphere for once if it wasn't for Kirishima bellowing like an annoying proud brother.

"Put me down."

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Is Todoroki warm or cold...? You pondered to yourself, staring intently at the bi colored haired boy who was innocently drinking water at a distance, not noticing (or ignoring) your quite intense of a stare.

Aizawa had once again sent Class 1-A outside the school premises for yet another session of intensive training. The sun beat down with brutality, its scorching heat radiating outwards into the day. Sweat continuously trickled down your neck to your back like rain. You swore you were soon going to die of heatstroke, and you couldn't help but wonder if the half and half boy felt the same.

Your knees buckled as you dropped to the ground, groaning in frustration. The scars and bruises that littered your body and each of your muscles and bones aching certainly did not help amongst the searing heat.

As you were desperately chugging down your freezing bottle of water, Kaminari suddenly appeared (out of nowhere) and plopped down beside you, joining you in your misery. He was at the same state as everyone; sweat drenching him and his uniform clinging to his body. But instead of an exhausted frown he should be wearing, it was always that damned annoyingly cute smirk that you had only rolled your eyes at.

"Today reminds me of you," He blurted, resting his chin on his fist, not once faltering his gaze at you.

"...Why?"

"Because it's smoking hot."

On second thought, you weren't so shy to ask Todoroki about his temperature anymore. You'll ask him if he could feel the murderous aura radiating around you too.

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It was that awful time of the month, and all you wanted to do was shove ice cream down your throat and die.

You sat at the kitchen counter, an empty tub of ice cream in front of you and a new one held in your hand. It was one in the morning and you were the only one awake in the dorms, so you could pretty much eat all the food to your heart's content. You could care less about the consequences it'll bring you once your classmates wake up. You needed food and you were going to eat it all.

"Being a girl sucks." You whimpered to yourself, as you felt your cramps acting up and as well as your emotions. You slumped your back, lazily shoving the spoon in your mouth as a frown slipped on your face. Sometimes, you always dreamt of being reincarnated as a male in your next life - maybe it'll be better for you and for everyone else near your wrath.

"But being my girl wouldn't."

Looking up from your tub of ice cream, your eyes shifted at the familiar figure sauntering towards you; His blond hair tousled (he had obviously just woken up), that damn tired boyish smirk of his he just couldn't wipe off his stupid face, and his electric eyes staring right back at you - He looked like one of those cute dumb boys in a shitty romcom everyone just couldn't help but love (maybe he really is that cute dumbass).

Ah, he's cute.

Maybe it really was your weird emotions at this time, but you couldn't help but think that might be his best pick up line yet... and why do you... feel hot...?

W-Wait!? H-He's cute!?

A hue of red spread throughout your cheeks as they shamefully burned in embarrassment. You faked a cough, turning your head to the side to avert your gaze, but the sudden rosiness of your cheeks gave it away.

You harshly bit the inside of your cheeks, casually resting your palm on your chest but played it off as if you were a smoothening a nonexistent crease on your sweater. It felt like your heart was doing somersaults performing at a circus and desperately wanted to escape out of your body due to how annoyingly loud it was beating.

Do I have an unknown heart disease or something?

"Are you... blushing?"

Your eye twitched, as you wanted nothing more but to dig your own grave. "What? No."

"Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass [L/N] [Y/N] to blush?" The cocky smirk replaced itself with an overly hyper grin, as he teased you in a sing-song voice, practically skipping like a little child towards you.

"No, dumbass." You angrily took the spoon out your mouth, poking the inside of your cheek with your tounge and still not meeting his excited gaze.

"I-It's the cold."

Kill me.

"Huh, it's the cold." He sat down on the stool next to you, resting his chin on his palm. "-And not that I told you your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?"

Your face probably looks like a tomato at this point, and it was no use to try to
hide it anymore.

Nonetheless, you weren't going to let him win that easily.

"N-No."

But you were losing that easily.

"They say your tounge is the strongest muscle in your body." He continued, leaning uncomfortably close to your shaking body.

"S-So?"

"Wanna fight?"