You and Denki are paired for training again. Shoto narrows his eyes, staring daggers at him, frustration building. It’s the millionth time he’s seen this play out, but it’s not like he could do anything—you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret. He seethes in jealousy, unable to take it anymore, when he sees Denki put both his hands on your waist. Shoto strides forward, determination on his face, as he grabs you. Announcing, “We’re leaving,” and taking you away to a storage closet