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"No, thank you." Was the response garnered by Kaminari's, admittedly feeble attempt to woo the blonde girl sitting on the ledge of the mall's fountain. She had scarcely looked up from her phone since he walked up. To be fair, his attempt wasn't so much halfhearted as it was falling on deaf ears. After one glance the girl had decided he wasn't worth her time.
"Understandable, have a nice day." Was his response as he scratched the back of his head which was lowered slightly in defeat. He turned and dejectedly made his way back to his table, where a girl with short purple hair and earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes sat hiding a snicker behind her hand.
"Yikes chargedolt, that one was rough!" Jirou said between giggles, "but hey, nothing will be worse than what happened with that red head earlier. I swear I've never seen someone get 4 drinks thrown at them and have them all miss!" She finished bursting into full on laughter.
"Yeah yeah. Do we have to keep doing this? I can only handle so much embarrassment in one day." They had been at it for hours, it was one of Jirou's favourite pastimes. They would go to the mall, and she would sick Kaminari on unsuspecting girls to watch him strike out. Maybe it was a bit mean, but until she could build up the courage to confront her own feelings for the loveable idiot she would enjoy herself watching him make an ass of himself in front of other girls.
"One more one more! Look over there. See that brunette by the smoothie stand? Last one I swear."
"Ugh, fine. I'll be back in a minute." And with that he was off, wondering to himself if Jirou was, in fact, a sadist. He made his way to the smoothie stand where the girl in question was leaving the counter with a pink drink in her hand. She had long brown hair tied up in a ponytail and glasses that complemented her face nicely. She was definitely way out of his league.
"Hey, I saw you from across the way and thought you were too cute to not talk to. So I came over to, ya know, do that. Talk to you that is." Ouch, that was thought he thought to himself as she glanced at him for but a moment.
"Thanks… look I'm flattered, and you're cute and all but my phone is at like 10% so I need to head home before it dies, sorry."
"Oh! I can help with that actually, what kind of port?" He responded as he reached into his pocket.
"Uuhhh, USB-C…" she responded apprehensively. Kaminari pulled his hand out of his pocket, a white cord was curled up in his palm with a rubber band wrapped around it. He held his other hand out to her.
"Madame, your phone if you please." He said in a bad french accent with a slight bow of his head. The girl giggled and handed him her phone, which he plugged one end of the cord into and handed back to her. He popped the other end into his mouth and watched her face go from confused to excited.
"Woah! Is that part of your quirk?" She asked with sparkling eyes.
"Yeah, my body emits electricity so I carry around a bunch of phone chargers to change people's phones."
"Well how nice of you." She said giggling.
Across the food court, Jirou was having trouble processing what she was seeing. Electrodolt was hitting it off with a girl about 10 times out of his league. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be dorky and awkward and get shot down, not make her laugh and hold an actual conversation with her. Oh god oh shit what was she going to do. What was on that paper she just handed him? Was that her number? It couldn't be she was so far out of his league they weren't even playing the same game.
"Look at this Jirou! I actually got her number!"
"Oh really.." she said through grit teeth.
"Not only that, we are meeting up next Saturday!" He said happily as Jirou's heart dropped. "Isn't that great?"
"Sure whatever, let's just go." She mumbled as she stomped off. Kaminari following at her heel, unaware of her sudden bad mood. He was too busy fantasizing about his upcoming date while Jirou was silently thinking of a way to stop it.