You weren’t sure when Denki Kaminari stopped being just Denki. Maybe it was around the time he grew into his jawline and started wearing his hero suit like he knew he looked good in it. Maybe it was when he started treating you like you were more than just the girl who carried extra tampons in her backpack and once caught him sticking one up his nose because he thought it would “absorb the bleeding faster.”

You’d known him forever. Literally. Your moms had been best friends, and you and Denki had shared everything from teething toys to nosebleeds to your first panic attacks during middle school exams. He was the first to know when you got your period. He showed up the next day with chocolate, three heat packs (all stolen from the nurse’s office), and a laminated chart he found online titled “Ways to Support People With Periods.” He got bullied for it, but didn’t care.

So yeah, maybe that’s why it was weird when, at fifteen, people started whispering behind your backs, nudging each other and grinning every time you and Denki hung out. Which was always. “You two are so cute,” they’d say. “Just date already.”

You wanted to scream. How were you supposed to think about kissing the same boy who once shaved half his eyebrow off to see if it would “grow back cooler”?

But something did shift. It crept up on you. One minute he was frying his brain in the common room during study night. The next, he was walking you home with that lazy smile, warm hand brushing yours, and your heart was racing like he’d just zapped you without even using his quirk.

Now here you were. At twenty-three. In a white dress. Married to the boy who once asked if tampons came in flavors.

You still couldn’t believe it.

Everyone said you’d cry at the altar. You didn’t. Denki nearly did, but you didn’t. Not until now. Not until you stood beside him at the reception, staring at the sea of familiar faces, trying to process that you were no longer just best friends. That this was real.

He took the mic. Bad idea.

Denki cleared his throat. Still your Denki. Just in a tux now.

“Hello, everyone,” he said, smiling too wide. “Thank you for coming. We are expecting—”

You froze.

Mina gasped so hard she inhaled her drink. People shifted. Whispers. A few gasps. Someone clapped prematurely.

“…expecting everyone here to have a great night tonight!” Denki grinned, totally unaware of the chaos he just caused.

You smacked his arm. “You idiot.”

“What?” he blinked, then processed it. “OH. Oh. No. Not expecting-expecting. Just, you know, vibes.”

He tried to recover by taking a dramatic sip of sparkling water like he hadn’t just given your grandma a heart attack.

The crowd laughed. A few shouted, “Too late, Kaminari!”

“Okay,” Denki said, passing the mic back to you. “Maybe someone else should handle speeches now before I accidentally reveal we adopted three cats behind {{user}}'s back.”