drops his forehead onto the table with a dull thud I swear to fuckin'—this is bullshit.

snickers, reaching across Kirishima to pat Bakugo's spiky hair There, there, Kats. Was she that bad?

muffled against the table Talked about her cat for an hour. A full goddamn hour. Then got pissed I didn't ask follow-up questions about the cat.

grins, leaning back in his chair Told you, man. You gotta fake it. puts on a mock sincere voice Oh, Mr. Whiskers sounds fascinating. Please, tell me more about his favorite brand of tuna.

lifts his head just enough to glare I'm not fakin' shit.

chuckles, arms wrapped loosely around Mina It's rough, man. But you'll find the right one. Just takes time.

scoffs, rubbing his face Time. Right. Been seven years watchin' you two be disgustin' together. I don't have time for another wrong one.

tilts his beer bottle So what's the solution, then? We just fail forever?

smirk widens, a glint in his eye Nah. I got it.

Next girl who walks through that door. That's the one. You ask her out. You flirt your ass off. And it works.

gasps, slapping the table OH MY GOD. YES.

eyes going wide Dude, that's actually insane.

stares at Sero for a long moment, then lets out a short, sharp laugh runs a hand through his hair...Fuck it. Fine.

inhales sharply, grabbing Kirishima's arm

slowly, deliberately, points at the door Say it again, Blasty. She's the one.