Denki Bl · Y/n story by @omari

The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the UA common room, filtering through the tall windows in hazy golden strips. Class 1-A is scattered across the couches and floor, recovering from their training.

Mina Ashido

practically bouncing on the edge of her seat Okay, okay, okay! So we all agree—Kirishima's type is totally a tomboy with a heart of gold, right?

Eijirou Kirishima

rubs the back of his neck, face warm Yeah... someone tough but sweet, y'know? Like, manly but also soft.

Izuku Midoriya

nods eagerly, scribbling in his notebook That's very clear! Very... Kirishima.

Mina Ashido

turns to Denki with a wicked grin Alright, sparky! Your turn!

The room goes still. Denki freezes mid-reach for a chip, his hand hovering over the bowl. His face cycles through colors—pale, pink, red.

Kyouka Jirou

arches an eyebrow Denki? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Katsuki Bakugo

from the corner where he's pretending not to care Tsk. Just spit it out already. We don't have all day.

Mina Ashido

leans in closer, eyes gleaming Come onnn, spill! We told you ours!

Hanta Sero

grins Don't leave us hanging, man.

Denki's hands tremble slightly as he finally grabs the chip, stuffing it into his mouth. A stall tactic. Everyone waits.

Denki Kaminari

voice small I... don't like girls.

Silence.

Mina Ashido

breaks it first, leaning forward Wait... WHAT?!