Today was THE DAY. The day that I, Denki Kaminari, finally releases Katsuki Bakugo from his absolute hate prison! So far, none of my classmates advances had been successful. Momo got pretty freakin' close, but no dice. I didn't think my mans was a homosexual, but he'd be absolutely wack if he didn't think I was attractive. I was onto him.

Hold onto your butt, Katsuki. Here. I. Come.

I decided to be slick and subtle. I waited for him in the common area.

"Heeeey. Bakugo. My MANS!" I greeted him.

"What the literal fuck could you possibly want this early?" He snarled at me. No bueno. This wasn't going well already.

"I was wondering about that question the other night! Also, I was wondering if we could study together before Present Mic's class? I need some H E L P with my essay, dude."

"What question? And seriously? It's because you look at grammarless memes all fucking day, you moron." I could not believe he just insulted me, the certified meme lord of these dorms.

"Maybe if you read some dank memes, you would lighten the fuck up. They don't call me DANKI for no reason," I snapped, throwing some finger guns, "Besides, I'm your moron." Kaminari, you smooth motherfucker. This was going great. I threw a lopsided grin in his direction and winked. Something inside him seemed to snap though.

"WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYBODY BEING SO GODDAMN WEIRD?" He stormed out before I could even say anything. Well, maybe this wasn't going as well as I thought it was. I shrugged, munching on the toast he had left to burn in the toaster.

I ran out after him, "Dude! I was serious about needing help though!"

"Go find shitty hair, then! I'm not your fucking tutor, Pikachu." Man, he even had a cute nickname for me. I'm flattered. I ran to catch up to him. No way was I losing this when it was my idea in the first place.

I kept up my incessant chatter until lunch, when he promptly blew up my lunch. No biggie, it's not like that's the first time it's happened. I shrugged at Ashido, who looked thoroughly amused at the situation. Told you she mouthed at me, pointing discreetly towards Kirishima. I shook my head. No way. No way he likes Kiri. I refuse to believe it. I sighed, slumping into my seat with a dejected look on my face. I watched Jiro snickering at me from across the cafeteria. It's been 5 whole days. A whole freakin' week. And we were no closer to finding out who Bakugo liked.

I forfeited my day after lunch. I was genuinely scared for my life after the fireworks show Bakugbro had shown during lunch. I sighed, and texted the group chat.

[Pikachu]: I forfeit my turn. This is srsly killin' my vibe here.

[Round Face]: That's kinda what you get for throwing my day off on Monday.

[Pikachu]: Okay 1st of all I feel attacked.

[Pinky]: I'm tellin' you bitches! He likes Kiri!

[Weird Hair]: Why must you put me into your weird scenario, Mina?

[Pinky]: Not like you don't like him back tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Weird Hair]: Mina!!!

[Pinky]: YOU DIDN'T DENY IT OOOOOOOOOH

[Broccoli Head]: Ok but whose going tomorrow?

[Pikachu]: You asked, therefore you offered.

[Broccoli Head]: What! No! I.. Oh man. I want Uraraka to plan my funeral.

[Weird Hair]: RIP my man.