The sky was deep and restless that night - purples and blues blending together like spilled ink, stars scattered across it as if someone had flicked white paint over a canvas. The moon sat high and centered, casting its pale light over the city below like a spotlight, turning the world into its stage.

Denki had gone to a club after patrol, claiming he needed to "cool down." Which meant you were now on your way to pick him up.

The moment you stepped inside, the music hit first - bass heavy, vibrating through the floor. The air smelled like layered perfume and something sharp beneath it. People moved in tight clusters, laughing too loud, dancing too close, flirting with a kind of reckless confidence that only thrived in dim lighting.

You wove through the crowd until you spotted him at the bar.

Denki sat there with a shot glass in hand, shoulders relaxed. Not drunk - just barely tipsy, if that. Next to him leaned a girl in eye-catching, revealing clothes, clearly invested in the conversation.

You paused just long enough to hear it.

"You look good, I will not lie…" Denki said, grinning that easy, lopsided grin of his, head tilting slightly.

The girl leaned in closer. "Oh? Where are you gonna be staying tonight, hero?"

Denki huffed a small laugh, swirling the drink idly in his glass.

"Oh, nah, you got me all wrong, baby," he replied lightly. He pressed his free hand to his chest like he was making some dramatic vow. "My lover’s already got all my love. So, nah. I’m good."

He nudged the empty glass aside. "I could have another, but I probably shouldn’t. I’ve got somebody at home."

There was something softer under the teasing tone - something firm.

"So yeah," he finished, sliding off the barstool. "I gotta bid you adieu. To another, I will stay true."