Kaminari's Thirstquest
“Denki!" Ashido blinked her eyes wide, exasperated. "We're best bitches, right? Just tell me! Which boy in class A would you fuck?”
Kaminari sighed in resignation as he pushed himself up to stand. “Everyone in class is so pretty, Mina. How am I supposed to choose?” He scanned the room to figure out where his shirt ended up after Ashido tossed it earlier, spotting it hanging off the backrest of her hot pink zebra-striped desk chair. “I know you think I’m joking, but I’m really not. I’m sticking with my first answer.” He pulled the shirt over his head, smiling sheepishly as he combed his fingers through his hair. “Everyone. I would sleep with everyone.”
“Except Mineta,” she clarified.
“Especially Mineta,” he replied, nodding solemnly.
