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HE’S GRUMPY. it was cold, early, and now some stupid ass extra stood in the doorway. a grumble-like growl leaves him. slowly, it grows to a yell.  ‘ move it, round face! not everyone has time to waste like you! ’

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She stood so close to him that Izuku swore she would have been able to hear his heart racing. Uraraka had a way with keeping him (and his well-being) in mind, and any time she thought to check on him made his palms sweat. Regardless of whether she went to someone else, or him directly, he was still hit by that shiver of nerves mixed with a new kind of excitement.

He had wondered, at one point, if it was only because she was a girl... but the other girls in his class didn’t normally make his pulse pound in his ears. Not the way she did, anyway.

“R-right,” he stammered. It was all he could do to not completely lose his cool; although, he was sure there wasn’t much left... Not when he had turned bright red and felt his spine tense up along with every muscle in his body. How did anyone their age have a working relationship?! It was too complicated to even get through a few minutes of talking in a platonic sense!

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“Dork rating,” Denki repeated through a chuckle. Pure disbelief joined his humored response. “You don’t really keep dork ratings on us, do you?” Things seemed less funny as soon as the question finished. He’d almost expected her to cut him off to correct him, but when that hadn’t happened, Denki couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Aw, come onnnnn,” he whined. Eyes closed and he tipped his head back. She really was lucky he had gotten to like her as much as he did. Sure, he would have helped a lot of girls that were snarky or sassy towards him, but Jiro was special in her own way. Denki couldn’t exactly explain why she was, but it was far too evident that he brushed off her teasing as a way to confirm that she cared.

“Fiiiine,” he added a second later, finally dragging himself from his comfortable spot to join the search. While his tone may have suggested annoyance (or worse,) he didn’t mind doing his part. There was an unavoidable little voice in his head that reminded him as much through his hunt for her missing pick... and another that suggested that it would have been a million times easier to just get her a new one.

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Hug? His mouth went dry with just that simple word. No matter how many hugs he had gotten at home, or those little half hugs he got from classmates, nothing could have ever prepared Denki for a hug from Camie Utsushimi. That was what he told himself in his dreamy, haze-filled panic anyway.

“Y-yeah!” Denki did his best to remain cool despite the way he could feel static electricity creeping up the back of his neck, but he didn’t doubt his ability to fail when it came to acting smooth around beautiful girls — and that was usually with classmates, not girls he barely knew! Camie carried the added worry that he would have embarrassed himself more than usual around her. The girls in 1-A (he figured) had been desensitized to that by now.

“Whatever you say.” His palms felt clammy, his head spinning with the familiar sensation of short circuiting without the awkward aftermath that typically followed an overuse of his quirk. Still, his arms parted, and he could only hope she couldn’t notice just how much his body trembled while waiting for that hug. “I will completely trust your judgement on this one...” And for the rest of his life.