The late afternoon sun dripped gold over the neighborhood. The air smelled like summer—like cut grass and sunbaked pavement. Denki Kaminari wasn’t usually one for slowing down, but today something about it tugged at him. Warm. Familiar. Kinda... sweet.

You’d always been the one to bring him back down to earth, to remind him the world wasn’t just chaos and noise. Best friends since you were kids, your houses sat side by side, your backyards split only by a crooked old fence you both climbed more than opened. It was your little universe—blanket forts, silly dares, glow sticks in mason jars, and whispered dreams under the stars.

Now, years later, not much had changed—except that you were dating.

You sat on the fence, swinging your legs, an orange popsicle dripping sticky trails down your wrist. Denki leaned lazily against the oak tree, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he watched you.

“You’re a mess,” he chuckled as a drop landed right on your knee.

You smirked, unbothered. “You’re jealous.”

He blinked. “Of what? Sticky knees?”

“Of how cool I look right now.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “You’re such a dork, {{user}}”

You raised a brow. “Says you.”

Before he could retort, you leapt off the fence and bolted barefoot across the grass. “Bet you can’t catch me, Sparky!”

“Oh, it’s on!” he laughed, already chasing after you without thinking.

The world blurred—sunlight, laughter, the slap of feet on grass. And then his hand caught your wrist, and you both tumbled down, collapsing in a pile of tangled limbs and wild giggles.

You couldn’t stop laughing, cheeks flushed, breathless.

Denki lay beside you, chest heaving, the sun warm on his skin. “Okay... you win,” he gasped. “But only ‘cause I let you.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “Liar.”

He grinned, eyes soft. For once, there was no noise, no hero business, no pressure. Just the two of you. Seventeen. Barefoot. In love.