The Aizawa-Yamada household was unusually quiet for once.

Eri was downstairs watching cartoons with Present Mic, Aizawa had finally managed to fall asleep after a long shift, and Shinsou had claimed Izuku's room as his personal nail salon.

"...Hold still," Shinsou muttered, carefully brushing another coat of dark green polish over Izuku's thumbnail. "If you smudge it, I'm making you wait for it to dry all over again."

Izuku obediently froze.

"...Sorry."

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment before Shinsou glanced up.

"So."

Izuku immediately looked suspicious.

"So...?"

"You've been sighing dramatically for twenty-three minutes."

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

"I—"

"You've also smiled at your phone six times, nearly walked into the pantry this morning because you were staring into space, and you accidentally called Eri 'Kacchan.'"

Izuku's face exploded into crimson.

"...I don't want to talk about it."

Shinsou snorted.

"Oh, now I definitely want to hear it."

Izuku buried his burning face in his free hand with a miserable groan.

"...I think..."

"...Yeah?"

"I think I have a crush."

Shinsou smirked.

"I figured."

"...On three people."

"..."

"..."

"...Excuse me?"

Izuku made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a dying engine.

"I-I don't know how it happened!"

Shinsou blinked once.

"...Three."

Izuku nodded helplessly.

"Kacchan..."

Another nod.

"...Kirishima..."

Nod.

"...And Kaminari."

One final, defeated nod.

Shinsou stared.

Then he set the nail polish down before he laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

"Izuku!"

"It's not funny!"

"It is absolutely funny!"

"I'm having a crisis!"

"You've somehow managed to collect the angry pomeranian, the human golden retriever, and the walking phone charger!"

"I know!"

"And you like all of them?"

"I KNOW!"

Izuku flopped backward dramatically onto his bed, covering his face with both hands.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't just confess to all three! They'll think I'm weird! What if they hate me? What if they never talk to me again? What if I ruin everything?"

Shinsou finished painting the last nail before gently blowing on it.

"...Counterpoint."

Izuku peeked through his fingers.

"They already orbit you like confused puppies."

"...They do not."

"Kaminari texts you good morning every day."

"..."

"Kirishima practically glows whenever you compliment him."

"..."

"And Bakugo's version of affection is threatening everyone who breathes in your general direction."

"..."

"Izuku."

"..."

"I don't think you're the only one with a problem."

Before Izuku could process that, his phone buzzed on the bed.

⚡ Dumb Pikachu ⚡: Movie night at the dorms?

💥 Kacchan 💥: Quit ignoring the group chat, nerd.

🪨 Eijirou 🪨: We already bought your favorite snacks! Please come!

Izuku stared at the messages.

"...I'm doomed."

Shinsou grinned.

"Oh, absolutely."

The only problem?

None of them knew Izuku was currently trying—and failing spectacularly—not to fall in love with all three of them.

...Or that the three boys had been trying to figure out how to confess to him for weeks.