@envolt  :    (from chargebolte) in hindsight, kaminari wished theyâd stopped to grab a basket. fitted in his arms is a precarious arrangement of various gifts, all teetering off each other, threatening to spill over onto the floor. it doesnât slow him down as he all but bounds up the stepsâthe elevator was being too slow, and heâs far too excited to waitâto halt himself in front of shinsoâs dorm. it takes some wiggling, some adjusting, before kami manages to clumsily knock his knuckles three times against the surface. heâs sure he looks silly standing there, if the shock on the other boyâs face is anything: arms stuffed full of dyed purple roses, far too many boxes of chocolate, and a stuffed cat thatâs nearly the same size as the electric user himself. his cheeks are pink as he stands on his tiptoes to peek over the stuffed animal with a soft whisper of âhi,â pushing anxiety and nerves down to utter a squeaky: âwill youâdo you want to be my valentine?â
shinso hadnât even noticed it was valentineâs day...  which is why his brow knits together at the otherâs word,  assuming some sort of elaborate prank  [  but while kaminari could perhaps be thoughtless,  he was never intentionally cruel  --  and his arms were stuffed full of so many gifts that it would be an outrageous length to go for a cheap laugh  ].     â    woah,    â     shinso said, with something like a grin in his voice.     â    denki,  this must have cost you a fortune.    â    he wiggles the chocolate and roses free,  placing them on his desk:   he gestures kaminari in with his free hand.  where was he even going to put a huge stuffed cat?     â    isnât this something you usually do for romantic partners?   ah,  but i heard ochako gave cards to everyone in your class.    i guess you can do it with friends.    â    he keeps glancing around,  looking for a place to store the cat.     â    you should have told me.  i havenât gotten you anything.    â
