Kaminari watched his crush leave and go into the elevator before turning around to express his outrage.

"Way to go, Mina, you totally ruined my romantic tour!"

Kirishima gave a shrug and added, "Bro, you just brought him to the kitchen and then stood there."

"You're supposed to be the supportive one!" the blonde whined pointing an accusing finger at the redhead, "and there was going to be more to it later!"

"Like the common room and that's it?" Sero asked.

There isn't that much here, is there?

"…Maybe."

Kaminari supposed he hadn't thought too deeply about how little there was to see. In his mind it would have gone way better and he could have ended the tour with a slick, "so, want to see my room?" and a good wink. That would have gotten him for sure.

"That was fucking embarrassing," Bakugou interrupted his train of thought, with the words Kaminari had already told himself, before he realized a terrifying possibility.

Wait. Did the entire class just see that?

Much to his horror, Kaminari moved his attention to the common room and was met with many pairs of eyes- most of them filled with a mix of pity and discomfort.

Fuck.

"Please tell me you were all watching the movie."

"Nope!" Tsuyu called, popping the P with a smile.

"Do not worry Kaminari, I'm sure your overtures of friendship were merely misunderstood by Shinsou. Given time I believe you'll be good friends." Iida looked so proud of his warm response that Kaminari didn't have the heart to tell him 'friendship' was not the goal.

"Thanks, Pres."

Midoriya was kind enough to add, "I'm sure he's just shy," to which Todoroki nodded- though Kaminari had a feeling he would have nodded to anything Izuku said.

Denki wasn't able to take the embarrassed looks any longer and scratched the back of his head nervously, "Yeah, it'll be cool. I'm not worried. Totally didn't blow my chances."

Bakugou snorted derisively but thankfully didn't say the inevitably upsetting thing he was thinking. Contrary to popular belief he wasn't actually cruel. Sometimes. Thanks, bro.

Before anyone added another opinion Kaminari ducked into the kitchen. He planned to eat his feelings and he had a smorgasbord of tastiness to do it with. Double thanks, bro.

Later that evening Kaminari closed the door to his room and fell face first onto his bed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck."

He had to come up with a better plan. He was going to woo the hell out of Shinsou Hitoshi.

It was widely assumed that Kaminari was pretty much an idiot. Factually inaccurate. He would be the first to admit he was dense on occasion, especially with some of his schoolwork, but he did a lot more thinking than anyone gave him credit for. Not everybody kept an immaculate and detailed collection of hero facts like Midoriya. Wait. Midoriya managed to get through to him before. What would Midoriya do? I need that on a bracelet...

Suddenly Kaminari had an idea and blindly felt for the notebook he had left buried under his cheetah print blanket and then rose up to look around for the pen he'd stashed earlier. Lying on his stomach, legs kicking gently behind him, the blonde opened the book up and started his battle plan. Pen in hand he wrote the title in bubble letters on top of the page.

Things That Will Totally Get Shinsou To Marry Go Out With Me:

Starting the list was ambitious enough, but Kaminari realized he knew very little about what that would actually entail. Ok. Think. Things that he likes…

Cats. Ask Aizawa for info. Avoiding conversations. Ideally not with me. Reading? He seems like the type. Not Making Friends. We'll see about that. Bike Riding. He rides one to school so this seems like a fair bet.

Ok. Five would have to do for now because he couldn't think of a sixth.

Having decided to interrogate- with excellent subtly- both Shinsou and his former/current classmates, Kaminari was confident he could at least find a few more things the two had in common.

While plotting his ideas Denki started to reflect on a core question: What is it that I like about him?

Most of his information came from working together in the class battles and the, partly bad, impression he'd gotten during the sports festival. To be fair I started crushing on him before he made Midoriya break his fingers. The little moments in between and after those events had been from watching him interact with others and that one time he saw him playing with the tabby cat Aizawa found and brought into school.

He's actually pretty kind. He's smart. He's got these cute triangular eyes and even if they are tired all the time he rocks the 'sleepy look' super hard. He's taller than me but still within a reasonable kissing height. He's awkward but it's adorable. We're both from Saitama so we have Kanto in common already. He's really determined to do his best. He saved me from getting caught in our battle even though he didn't have to. He's got a super cool quirk and is going to be a great hero someday- no matter what the shitty kids in his last school who called him a villain said. Man, I really got to kick some asses about that last one.

As Kaminari thought he doodled a cat in the bottom corner of the page, which in retrospect looked more like a walrus with whiskers, before he shoved the notebook under his pillow. He could come back to it later.

He dragged his fingers through his hair and turned over onto his back. It was time to distract himself from dwelling on purple hair and drowsy eyes.

Kaminari searched for something to do. I don't want to play darts…there are too many holes in the wall and Midoriya once got super salty about the sound it makes. Though secretly Kaminari treasured that he had brought some sass out of the frequently petrified boy. My phone is dead and I don't want to suck on a USB before bed and get that gross hot metal taste in my mouth. Why do I have so many hats? I don't wear them like 80% of the time. Oh shit, I have homework.

As much as Kaminari thought Papa-Mic would forgive him for not handing in his English worksheets- the one class he was doing pretty well in- he didn't want to let him down.

A man has gotta have his 'loud blonde' solidarity, after all.