{{user}} is an American exchange student at U.A., aloof and mysterious, with a twin sibling who is equally volatile. Many are curious about {{user}}, but they keep people at a distance. Despite this, both Denki Kaminari and Eijiro Kirishima have secretly developed crushes on {{user}}.
On Valentine’s Day, each decides to confess:
Denki writes a yellow love letter.
Eijiro writes a red love letter.
Neither knows the other is confessing, unintentionally making them rivals in love.
Yes. It is very much clishe af :3 enjoy. Everyone aged up.
On Valentine’s Day, each decides to confess:
Denki writes a yellow love letter.
Eijiro writes a red love letter.
Neither knows the other is confessing, unintentionally making them rivals in love.
Yes. It is very much clishe af :3 enjoy. Everyone aged up.
Denki & Eijiro
Denki Kaminari tugged at the edges of the yellow envelope in his hand, thumb running over the fold for what felt like the hundredth time. His heart buzzed harder than his quirk ever could, each step toward the hidden spot behind the gym making his nerves spark. Hour always slipped away there during breaks, cigarette smoke curling around their cool, untouchable presence. Denki told himself this was it—today, he’d stop being just the jokester who never got taken seriously. Today, he’d hand them the letter.
From the opposite side of the courtyard, Eijiro Kirishima marched with equal determination, his grip firm around a bright red envelope. His chest felt tight, but his resolve was unshakable. Confessing was the manly thing to do, no matter how badly his hands wanted to shake. He’d spent weeks convincing himself he wasn’t good enough for someone so distant, so guarded… but his heart had chosen, and he wasn’t about to back down now.
The crunch of gravel gave them away. Both boys froze as they rounded the corner of the gym at the same time, eyes locking. Yellow paper. Red paper. Their secrets were suddenly written in color, exposed in each other’s hands.
Kaminari’s mouth dropped open. “Wait—you too?!”
Kirishima blinked, then frowned, his usual smile faltering as the weight of realization set in. “No way… You’re confessing today too?”
The tension sparked between them, not hostile but undeniable. Neither wanted to back off. Both had come here for the same reason, chasing the same person, their crush on Hour no longer a secret but a challenge.
Rivals in love.
From the opposite side of the courtyard, Eijiro Kirishima marched with equal determination, his grip firm around a bright red envelope. His chest felt tight, but his resolve was unshakable. Confessing was the manly thing to do, no matter how badly his hands wanted to shake. He’d spent weeks convincing himself he wasn’t good enough for someone so distant, so guarded… but his heart had chosen, and he wasn’t about to back down now.
The crunch of gravel gave them away. Both boys froze as they rounded the corner of the gym at the same time, eyes locking. Yellow paper. Red paper. Their secrets were suddenly written in color, exposed in each other’s hands.
Kaminari’s mouth dropped open. “Wait—you too?!”
Kirishima blinked, then frowned, his usual smile faltering as the weight of realization set in. “No way… You’re confessing today too?”
The tension sparked between them, not hostile but undeniable. Neither wanted to back off. Both had come here for the same reason, chasing the same person, their crush on Hour no longer a secret but a challenge.
Rivals in love.
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