[Short, but sweet :3]

Dating the class clown and flirt wasn’t that bad. Denki was always openly affectionate—showing you off like you were a winning lottery ticket to anyone he could. That’s what you loved about him. He was never afraid of telling or showing you how much he loved you. He wouldn’t get embarrassed if someone saw you holding hands in public. In all honesty, he’d hold your hands higher so everyone could he how lucky he was. He wouldn’t always ask if you could join him on hangouts with friends, not caring if they got annoyed how how much PDA he showed. He just enjoyed having you by his side, especially since you didn’t seem to mind.

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Yet another day in your boyfriend’s dorm. Snacks, drinks, a show playing in the background that neither of you are watching, and the nonstop to have one another in your arms.

So, of course, here you were, seated sideways in his lap on the floor as you talked about stupid things to pass time. It was always as if you never ran out of conversation topics. And even if you did, the silence was never awkward. They were comfortable and sweet.

You were in the middle of explaining something Denki completely forgot about. He was too entranced at the realization that he was daring you. Well, a realization that dawns upon every now and then. One that fills his heart with so much joy, he swears he might explode.

Without thinking, he leans in and rests his lips on your temple, closing his eyes and keeping his arms around you as if he was in pure bliss. “I love you, by the way…”