if somebody could be heard laughing you could almost always bet it was denki, obnoxious giggles and teary eyes constantly surrounded his clueless and bubbly bubble.
“awe’ man.. she’s perfect- so freakin’ cute..” he hummed dreamily, pink cheeks rested comfortably in the palms of his hands as he slumped down on his desk— yellow eyes softened and lashes fluttering.
sero blinked, “dude- shes literally just breathing.”
“hm.. exactly..”
“doesn’t she like.. hate you?” he chimed, peeling an orange between his slender fingers. “shes way too serious! and at the top of our class— pretty sure she surpassed iida and momo.. somehow..” he mumbled.
denki sat up— face suddenly serious as he leaned closer to seros face, who slowly backed away. “i like it when my woman hates me.. is there somethin’ wrong w’me?”
sero merely looked him up and down.
“..definitely.”
“oh shut it.” denki whined, turning back to you. “shes so cool..” he sighed, twirling a blonde lock between his fingers.
sero simply shrugged— much for interested in his orange. “I mean I guess..”
“I’m going up to her.” he grinned.
sero scoffed, “yeah- have fun kid.”
you -unbeknownst to the unwanted attention- carried on with your homework, jotting down working outs and bullet points till a dark shadow loomed over your neat notes.
without looking up you sighed, dropping your highlighter and rubbing the already growing crease between your brows. “yes kaminari, what do you need now.”
denkis grin only grew at your tone.
“have I ever told you how pretty you were? my heart beats super fast whenever y’enter a room..” he rubbed his chin, grin widening ever second.
behind you, sero held up a paper with a large ‘zero’ written in black marker to which denki maturely stuck his tongue out too.
“you have kaminari, six times.”
“oh?” he quirked a brow, a sharp smirking growing against his lips. “ya’ been keeping track, huh? my compliments mean that much to you?” he teased— leaning down closer to you, hands resting either side of your desk.
your head shot up, ears hot and lips stuttering. “wha— what are you talking about?! why would I care if you think Im pretty or not?!”
were you . . . flustered?
he tilted his head— eyes glinting with something deeper, his yellow locks swaying as he put his hands up in mock surrender. “hey- hey- just teasing! no need to get so worked up!”
“go away kaminari.”
“cya’ princess!” denki let out a small giggle, waiting for you to angrily tell him to stop with the ridiculous nickaname
and for once, and much to denkis surprise—
you didn’t.
TENYA ⠀ IIDA
“psst- class rep! hey- hey- can y’hear me? hello—” you whispered, somehow loudly.
much to iidas dismay, he could most definitely hear you.
“yes? what is it you need now.”
you scoffed, “mean. y’ don’t wanna’ help your struggling classmate? huh— class rep?” you cheeked, lashes fluttering and lips pouted in faux innocence.
“what is it.” he grumped.
iida couldn’t exactly pin point when he started to dislike you.
well,
he could.
when you walked in with a ridiculously short skirt, way too much makeup and accessories that definitely weren’t permitted under section five of the student guidebook.
or how your homework was never turned in and a lousy excuse lay in it’s place, your bright phone screen peeking from under desk as you texted whoever kept you so distracted from your classes,
or how you somehow seemed to have a snarky comeback for whenever he tried to correct you, lips pulled up in a teasing smirk and sizing him up.
his brother could properly spot you in a crowd of thousands due to the amount of times he’d complained about you, hands chopping the air aggressively and voice low.
but most of all,
iida hated how much he noticed you.
he hated how he subconsciously packed an extra sheet of blank writing paper or a pen since he knew you’d forgot them before quickly pulling it out his bag with flushed cheeks.
“could I have the answer for number five? I dont get it.”
“no, figure it out yourself.” he chimed, eyes never leaving his paper. “you can do it.”
you blink, the words landing soft in your chest. “..you think?” you shyed.
iida flushed at your unnaturally mall voice, red eyes widening. “of— of course, as class president I believe in all my classmates, no matter how challenging they may be.”
you giggled, “well, I’m very honoured!”
iida couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on his lips.
yeah,
maybe he didn’t hate you that much.
SERO ⠀ HANTA
if laid back was a person it’d be sero hanta.
steady and relaxed, long arms resting comfortably in his pockets, eyes lidded and lips pulled in a lazy grin.
if panic was a person it’d be you.
eyes wide and beady, constantly tripping up over your feet and a permanent stutter— your heart palpitations could be heard from at least a mile away, lips always pulled between your teeth and legs bouncing.
while sero improvised, you planned. while sero mused, you stressed.
“mmm.. don’t panic it’s fine.” he mused, arms resting behind him as he chewed on some chocolate chips.
you screeched, “sero it’s burning! oh my god we’re done for— oh my goodness! we’re gonna get kicked out of ua and our chances of becoming a hero are gonna’ be reduced to nothing but a stupid zero!”
“all our hard work for what?! all we’re gonna’ be known for is burning down the top hero school in japan!”
. . .
sero let out a soft laugh, the sound filling the quiet kitchen as his adams apple bobbed. “ya’ know.. you’re cute when y’panic.”
you stilled, “huh.”
“I said you’re cute when you panic.”
it was the truth, sure— sero was teasing you.
the way your eyes somehow widened even more and pupils darted to anywhere but from his emerging smirk or how your brows furrowed and lips parted in pure—
well, sero never really knew what was going on in your mind. he’d wonder in class when president mic would drone on about english, he’d picture your mind a haze of worry and distress— one that he’d love and have the greatest pleasure in soothing.
“wha— why.. why are you flirting with me?! are you serious right now? we’re in a mid life crisis?!”
sero lips formed a chesire grin, eyes gleaming down at you. “hey,” he whispered , voice silk smooth as he pushed himself off the flour ridden counter, treading closer and closer towards your cowering figure.
“my ma’ told me not to lie, especially to a pretty lady I fancy.” he winked.
. . .
okay, maybe he took it too far.
sero didn’t know your heart was that weak!
seriously,
he wouldn’t of flirted so hard if he knew you’d end up fainting and in one of recovery girls bed.
though, he couldn’t wait to tell you how cute you looked when you slept.
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mokis ⠀ notes ﹕ TYSM TO NONNIE FOR REQUESTING A PT.2 ❤︎ !!! hehehe lssrfm title !! different is so underrated i love it 🙂↕️🙂↕️i love denki guys he was my first mha crush i need to write more of him omg :c .. i rlly like doing this style of fic its so fun and CUTE !! jjk will be coming next heheh #cutemaxxing 👩🏽🍳👩🏽🍳 OKAY TIME TO STUDY (release me) TYSM FOR READING TILL THE END I LOVE U !!! MWAH MWAH🧁🧁
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