If she thought pragmatically, perhaps she'd be able to retrace her steps correctly.

Trace her steps all the way back when Cupid's arrow hit. Bullseye.

"Pinky," Camie calls out. Mina Ashido looks her way after wiping the grime off her costume. Calculating her words, Camie tries to prevent the love-time-bomb ticking within the pink hero. "How would… how did you, like, know that you were totally in love with Red Riot?"

Ashido blinks, processing the question. Camie can already see suspicion arising in her alien eyes. "Hmmm? Why do you ask?"

"Just curious, tbh."

Ashido grins like a fox.

She steps over the scattered pieces of rubble as one of her sidekicks lifts the heavy pieces out of the way, approaching Camie. Tapping her arm, she looks to the clouds in thought.

"I don't know, to be honest with you. It just sorta happened. I can't explain it, it just sort of, kind of, happened, sort of."

Right.

The same way Camie fell in love with Bakugou. It just happened.

Sort of, kind of, sort of.

Camie inquires, "But like, how did you know?"

Ashido shrugs. "I guess I just felt it. You know, the same way you feel happy and sad? Like that, I guess. I thought that I liked him, I felt that I liked him, and then I knew that I liked him. Step by step process."

"Huh…"

Perhaps Ashido is the love guru.

"Why are you asking?"

Judging by her grin, the jig is up. She'd been caught red handed. Fidgeting, blushing, Camie spills the beans. "I like someone."

Boom, Ashido's philosophy goes out the window.

"I knew it!" she outright shrieks. "So?! Who is it?! Someone I know? Someone I don't? What's his name? Is he cute? Is he rich? Is he a hero?! How tall is he? When's the wedding?!"

Camie could have avoided this, but oh well.

"You know him all right," she confesses. "But like, idk if I should tell you or not, 'cuz idk if I'm ready for a relationship…"

"Oh, come on! You're almost thirty! If that's what you think, tell me all the relationships you've been in!"

…

Aw, caught by the neck in the corner.

Ashido, a twenty-seven year old woman, asking an inexperienced twenty-eight year old woman about her love life. Where's the maturity gone?

Camie's lips pucker as she contemplates her next choice of words, reality sinking in like a wet blanket in a marsh. Repulsively.

It's all Ashido needs to reach her next conclusion. "Aha! See what I mean? You've been single for way too long. If you need some help, I'm always here! Trust me, I'm the one and only love guru! For reals!"

So that wasn't just a joke.

She's serious about it.

For reals.

She's often been called a dunce during her high school years by Seiji Shishikura, but Camie is at least smart enough not to flap her mouth around Ashido. She'd be seeing her love mystery being broadcasted in Italy. Her gossip is no joke.

"So go on! Tell me who it is! Tell me! Tell me!"

Ah, she sees it now. That dangerous glint in Ashido's eyes. Camie physically recoils and scratches sheepishly at her neck. "I dunno… if you, like, don't tell anyone."

"Oh, I promise you I won't!"

An immediate answer.

In one ear and out the other.

Ashido's beaming like a laser. "I'll get all the wedding costs down and tell you everything they like! Since I know them, I'll give you tips and tricks!"

"Bro, how far ahead are you thinking?"

She's even got a notepad and pen ready.

Coming to her final decision, Ashido may actually be of help for her. Stricken by love as she is, Camie honestly has little or no knowledge on what Bakugou even likes. Would he even care for a girl like her?

"Hum… the guy I like, he's…"

"Uh huh, go on…"

Her eyes avert and glue themselves to the rubble-littered ground. "He's, hum… well, he's from your class…"

"Uh huh, go on…!"

"And, hum, he and I met when I was, like, in my second year… I'm older than him, but he's totes taller than me."

"Understandable, go on…!"

"So… like, I, I dunno if he'd even be into me—"

"Oh my god, tell me his name!"

"...It's Bakugou Katsuki."

…

…

…

Huh.

Camie never thought she'd be able to read out the words, what the actual fuck? spelled out in someone's face. Adding insult to injury, Ashido stares for an extra moment, letting Camie bask in her own idiocy. In all her glory, there she stands, totally letting the cat out of the bag.

And there Ashido stands, in all her glory, eyes blinking so slowly she may as well have been put in slow motion. A humanoid blue screen.

And yet, but yet!

She delivers this question with pure curiosity, pure confusion, and pure what the fuck?

"You sure it's not a phase?"