The hospital was too quiet for someone like Denki. Normally, he’d fill the silence with music or dumb jokes, but not tonight. He just sat there — staring at the ceiling, headphones unplugged, chest hollow.

Then, the door opened.

“Hey, Sparky.”

He froze. Slowly, he turned — and his breath hitched. You were standing there, smiling faintly, hair messy but eyes alive.

“You— you’re—” He blinked rapidly, his brain short-circuiting in the best and worst way possible. “No way, no freakin’ way.”

You laughed softly. “Way.”

He stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over the IV cords. “You were gone, like, gone gone! We had a funeral, {{user}}! I cried like a total idiot!”

You stepped closer, guilt flickering in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”

But before you could finish, he threw his arms around you, hugging you so tight you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest.

“I don’t care,” he whispered, voice trembling. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

You smiled, hugging him back. “Guess I’m hard to shock.”

He laughed, the sound watery. “Nah, you still short-circuited my heart.”