Day 1: A conversation.

Kyoka wasn't an early bird, but she wasn't a sleeper either, in fact, she used to get up just in time. She didn't like have much free time after breakfast, nor to go in unnecessary haste so she's used to get up fifty minutes before her first class, get dressed in seven, go down in three, prepare breakfast in ten and leave half an hour to eat Quietly and to arrive punctually to classes like a Swiss watch, for her this was a perfect routine, something that she repeated daily without getting bored or feeling trapped in the least.

—Good morning, Kyoka—Although it seemed that her routine was going to change a bit, as she enters the kitchen of the dorms she ran into her new rival, that numb-skull blond that the day before managed to make her stumble just a little bit with that shrewd move of talk to her closely in a romantic tone but he would not get her with the guard down again.

—Good morning, Denki—Returned the greeting by mere courtesy, the aforementioned blond seems to be quite busy cooking his own breakfast since he barely looks at her by the side of the eye and keep his mind in the stove in front of him—Are you going to take long there Charge-dolt? — Asked a little worried her perfect schedule would be affected by him.

—Don't worry, today I'll make you breakfast— These words made her freeze in place. . . Denki Kaminari was going to make her breakfast, the idea made her laugh softly, but she would not reject the food unless it was really vomiting. Kyoka walked to the small bar that adorned that kitchen, sitting in one of the high seats, waiting to be fed noticing the music in the background, Frank Sinatra? Who would have thought the blonde had such fine tastes?

—Well then, since it's part of the bet I guess I can't refuse it, can I? —It wasn't like she would reject the offer anyway, it was funny, but in those two years of knowing each other she never tasted a bite prepared by the blond, everyone in the dorms do their own part and only when cooked as a group is that they all help, but there the individual talent was completely lost by the collective so this would be the first time she tried foods made by Denki alone.

—You can reject it if you want, this is not a date unless you want to call it like that —Teased in a semi flirtatious tone while leaving a stack of three pancakes on a large plate, the girl laughed at the comment sarcastically but her intentions of releasing a complaint were depleted when she noticed that succulent pile of food that in fact looked edible.

—My survival instinct tells me to leave; But those pancakes cry out for me to eat them—And just after she said this, the blonde turned to walk towards her with a bowl of scrambled egg, a small plate with some fried strips of bacon and in the other hand the platter with the pancakes, he looked funny carrying all those dishes in arms as if he were a restaurant waiter. He left the dishes in front of her in that same order before smiling slightly at her.

— Black coffee with three of sugar? — She cursed how well he knew her, just nodded slightly before closing her purple eyes with an arrogant smile.

—And make it hot, waiter—She made fun of the boy's friendly attitude but he replied by ruffling her hair with some static included—Idiot! —Complained between laughs giving him a strong pair of pecks with hers Jacks, of course they hit him on the shoulders where it would hurt less, at the end Denki just rub the affected area as she had her hair Bakugo-fluffy level.

— You asked for it — The boy laughed while he went to serve the coffee, it didn't took him long to get back with a cup that she had not seen in the kitchen before, probably part of the ones they bought when Bakugo persecuted Mineta the other day and threw him against the main cupboard—Here you have it, Miss—He left the cup sitting next to her, not too close, but not too far while putting his elbow on the table and rested his face in the palm of the same hand.

— Are you just going to watch me eat? That's more frightening than romantic, if it's your best attempt to conquer me, you suck at this—Commented with irony as she took the cutlery already provided by the blonde, he laughed and watched her cut a piece of pancake.

—I want to talk with you, before you fall deeply in love with me, I need to know more, it's important, don't you think? — She just rolled her eyes taking a mouthful, but not before saying.

—I think you're trying too hard to—She was completely mute after the first bite, her papillae had not tasted such delicious Pancake in her life, maybe only the ones her mother prepared her as a child, she chewed before swallowing and then just look down, he knew that she had blushed to think about what she was going to say, she could swear even that the floor shakes for a second—They´re. . . Delicious. . .—Muttered under her breath, very low, as if she didn't want to be heard, but those pancakes were just delicious, sweet and with excellent consistency without becoming cloying or pasty. Denki's smile was not of arrogance, but genuine happiness at what she said.

—Thank you, I've practiced a lot, you know? Since I was a child I had to prepare my meals—She tried to eat in silence, to be less humiliated as possible because she had been hoping that the opposite's food was terrible based on his general bad aptitude for many things, but that last comment of the blond made her look up.

—Seriously? There wasn't someone to make you breakfast when you were little? —She try to sound informal about it but as far she remembers the blond never talk about his family, in fact she barely remembers him mention once his mother and nothing else.

—Well, no, my mother always worked so she didn't have time for those things so I learn to cook for myself, that way I helped a little in the house—Admitted without much hesitation, this was clearly something personal of Kaminari´s life, but he was completely open to tell those things to the purple haired girl who only continued to eat in silence after this.

—Well, you should be proud of yourself, you cook very well—Jirou felt a little guilty for making him talk about those things so a small flatter might help, she wondered for a long time why he always wanted to get attention and make a fuss, maybe it was only because he didn't have it as an infant and now he was looking for the attention as a young adult —By the way. . . Your father, didn´t? —She knew that was thin ice, the only person besides Todoroki to instantly change the subject when it comes to the word "Father" was Kaminari, he rather talk about genital herpes than of his father.

—No idea who he is—Groans almost instantly as he averted his eyes a little and now his palm covered part of his mouth—He left when mom told him she was pregnant with me, didn't wanted a wife, much less a burden like me—Now that was a lump in the throat, although they were good friends they had never seriously talk with each other about personal topics like those, seeing what he suffered made difficult to understand why he was always so happy and smiling.

—Your life was something fucked up, huh? — As expected, she answered sordidly, a giggle from the opposite made her know that her comment did not go wrong—But. . . I guess it's okay, good and bad things make us who we are—She took one more mouthful, the second of her three pancakes was already finished , the egg was halfway through and the coffee as well.

—Then I'm glad I didn't had a father—She raised an eyebrow approaching the cup of coffee to her lips to take another sip—Because. . . That's how I got to meet you—Then she choked on her coffee, making a funny choking noise as she wiped with one hand the remains that got spilled into her chin. She coughed lightly, Denki giggled before offering a napkin that she pulled with a fairly sharp pull, seeing him with courage but lucky him, she didn't get her uniform dirty, the funny thing was that he didn't know if she was blushing because of the drowning or the comment.

—You must stop saying those stupid things. — After recovering the breath she spoke with a hoarse tone due to the suffocation recently suffered, sawing him with distrust but clear frustration, Denki only put that same smile he knew could get him out of troubles with her.

—I was just telling the truth, it makes me happy to know you—Shrugged as he got up from the chair, removing the kitchen apron he used while preparing the breakfast for the girl. —Leave your stuff in the sink, I'll take care of when I return from classes—Leaving the apron aside before turning towards her snapping his fingers loudly—I almost forgot, remember to eat it all—And after that he approached her slowly kissing one of her cheeks, the whole body of the girl jumped after this, her Jacks even stiffened but strangely enough did not attack him due this.

Kyoka was silent when Denki left the kitchen, she was alone, completely alone. Swallowing hard she could feel her face burn, damn and stupid Kaminari. She stabbed the last pancake on the plate, taking it almost complete into her mouth, and it wasn't until she did this that she noticed something curious. . . The plate had an engraved symbol of a musical note.

—. . . What got hell? — Then she stretched her fork to move a little bit the remaining scrambled egg in the other platter, it had written "My" in it. After this she took the last two pieces of bacon that were left in the smallest plate and noticed a heart, red and bright. Blinking confused—What is this idiot plotting? —Muttered before continuing to eat, it was all too cryptic.

After this Jirou gave the final sip to the coffee mug, she still had ten minutes to get to class so. . .

But them everything turn upside down, at the bottom of the mug was written the word "You"

Then she put together the whole thing:

"You"

( Music note symbol )

"My"

"3"

You rock my heart.

—. . Fucking Kaminari—She just let her face smack the bar, her face so hot at this point she felt like melting, literally melting.

Meanwhile, outside the place, after having left Denki, ran into Shouto Todoroki who was leaning against the wall that separated the kitchen from the main living room, when the blond saw him gave a friendly smile and the half-n-half kept his stoic expression.

—Thanks for taking care of the entry Todobroski— He thanked raising a hand to crash his fist in a friendly way, he saw him calmly and after almost five seconds of waiting responded by clenching his fist and actually responding to the gesture.

—I owed you a favor —Shouto answered only while taking off the back of the wall, it was time to go to classes and didn't wanted to be late. Denki giggled at the roughness that Todoroki show even when they all knew he was a softie deep down inside.

— Did you have problems? — He just shook his head.

—It was easy. . . —

Flashback.

After Kyoka passed through the kitchen door, the young Todoroki walked to the side of the kitchen entrance, leaning against the wall without paying much attention to what the couple inside were doing. In front of him walked a carefree Minoru Mineta who was trying to reach the kitchen to pick up some breakfast, but before he even got within two meters of it Todoroki's foot stopped him.

—You can't go in—He spoke calmly as always, it did not sound like a threat, but with his deadly cold tone it kind of sound like one.

—What? Why? — Asked the smaller student surprised as he crossed his arms — This is a free country and I feel free to go to our kitchen to have my breakfast—

—. . . Then I have the freedom to stop you—The Icy boy didn't took his eyes off him, Grape Juice remained silent, holding his gaze for several seconds.

Minutes later Minoru was already walking away from the kitchen.

—I didn't find flaws in his logic—Said the one of medium stature, without giving much account to his side passed a very tall Shoji that equally went in direction of the kitchen wanting to prepare a tea before class.

—You can't go in—Todoroki stood in front of him, again with the same tone he used in Mineta. The young man with transformable arms stared at him in a resounding silence, a mouth formed on one of his extremities.

—. . . Okay—And he just turned around retiring, that had been much more easy than he expected.

— What the hell are you doing half and half bastard? — Or so he thought; Katsuki came down the way and when he hasn't drink his morning coffee he was even grumpier than usual.

—. . . — Shouto measured his words, he knew what was coming — You cannot pass — And Troy burned. A wall of ice, followed by several more separated the hall with the door to the kitchen of the rest of the room, he could not let the shouts of Bakugo interrupt Kaminari.

— The fuck did you say?! Get rid of that fucking ice! — He raised his hand ready to detonate his burned face, but he remembered that the fire alarms of the dorms would be activate and Aizawa would make a fuzz about it — What the hell are you even doing here Icyhot?! — Shouto sighed heavily, he really couldn't have a quiet, peaceful day.

—. . . I'm helping Kaminari to conquer Jiro—Katsuki's face could be considered an abstract painting of how deformed it got by those strange words, thinking it was some sort of disgusting joke since he couldn't imagine the white walker doing something as stupid as that.

—. . . You're shitting—Shouto just shake his head, he was telling the truth—Why the hell are you helping Pikachu with that? — Todoroki shrugged.

—He helped me to conquer Yao. . . Momo—Even as her official boyfriend he still calls her by her last name from time to time, old habits die hard—So I'm paying for his help—Bakugo would not believe such idiocy to anyone other than Todoroki since he might be a half and half bastard but wasn't a liar for sure.

—I don't give a shit what the electric-walking-dildo is doing, move or I'll kick your ass—Todoroki's eyes narrowed slightly.

—I said . . . —Bakugo tried to pass next to the scar boy but a hand on his shoulder stopped him—You cannot pass—Punctuated with a severe tone earning a lousy look of the opposite.

— I'll count you up to five to let me go. . . —Said with a stern tone, even without explosions Bakugo was a beast in hand to hand combat.

—And I'll count you up to three to back off. . . — His hand began to generate frost, those were fighting words.

Inside of the kitchen the couple didn't notice the noise of the fight thanks to the incredible voice of Frank Sinatra singing in the background, Jirou barely detected a small shake but she though it was due Kaminaris charming acts.

End of Flashback.

Denki tried to restrain a laugh at the explanation of the young man with the scar on his eye, of he didn't find it so funny because he ate two or three blows from his classmate before leaving it stuck to the wall with pure ice and released him later, but to Shouto's luck both Eijiro and Hanta came down to grab something to eat and the redhair took care of Katsuki.

—I doubt he finds it funny— It was the eloquent response to the laughter of the blonde who couldn't stop himself from continuing.

—Well, I find it hilarious. — Said between laughs, taking a break to look for his breathing—God. . . —

—Well? — Asked with some curiosity of the situation that just happened.

— Step one; completed — With that answer was enough for him to understand and it brought back memories of when Denki showed him step one. . .

"Step one to conquer a girl: Do something completely cute that she don't see coming.

You must be smart, look for something common and turn it into something wonderful, with that you awake her sense of wonder and make her think "Hey, this guy wants something serious with me!"

By the way, you earn points if you do something that they consider cute or gentleman-like.

Golden Rule: If it seems silly, dumb stupid but you think that it will make her smile and the idea of her smile makes you smile; Front lines! "

And this was only the first of ten days. . .