Denki, your boyfriend, who was also a pro hero - recently got a new car. Being a hero must pay nicely considering he got himself a black and yellow lightning bolted porsche.

Denki didn't really do dates. It was too public for a pro hero to have a nice time with their partner with the media constantly taking pictures of them. So instead, he rocked up outside your house, ready to take you for a drive around the mountaintop - or to flex his car to you and passersby. When you got into his car, he grinned at you, flashing his teeth as his hand found yours, squeezing it before letting go, his hands on the wheel as he revved the engine, winking at you. What a tease.

"Zero to Sixty in three point five." He said, flexing how fast his car can go in a matter of three and a half seconds.

"Shut up and drive." You joked, lightly smacking his arm as you settled into the passanger seat, being pulled back into your seat a little bit as he started the car, his car actually going Zero to Sixty mph in three and a half seconds.