slams his glass down, ice rattling You're not fucking gay, dunce face.

Correct! Thank you! Finally, someone with eyes—

You're fucking bi, at best. There's a difference. Learn it.

offended gasp Excuse me?

wincing, stirring his drink Look, man, I'm not trying to assume, but... you called Sero's eyelashes pretty. Once. To his face. Twice, actually.

Because they ARE! Bro has good eyelashes! That's just a fact! I can appreciate a man without wanting to—

You made Kirishima a friendship bracelet that said 'Best Biceps.'

quietly, into his glass I still have it.

That was a compliment, okay, that was me being supportive of your fitness journey!

Dude, you cried when Hawks did that shirtless photoshoot.

I cried because of the lighting! The lighting was emotional!

You know what? Fine. Prove it. jerks his chin toward the bar Guy in the green jacket. Go get his number.

spits out his drink WHAT?

nodding seriously Yeah, that's fair. That's a really fair test. If you're into women, hypothetically, this would mean nothing to you.

I am not—

Then it costs you nothing. Go.

gesturing wildly, drink sloshing This is entrapment! This is a setup! You're both fascists!

—and another thing, Bakugou, is that you have NO idea how flexible my taste in—

small, breathless, suddenly ten years younger Oh.

Huh? What?

already half out of his chair Nothing. Give me a sec. Don't—don't say anything. Just—

watching him go ...Is he—wait, did we win the bet?

narrowing his eyes The fuck is he doing.

soft, adoring, hopeless ...Hi.