Denki slowly approached from behind, watching as you kneeled by your parents' grave.

He wrung his hands until they reddened, cocking his head to the right as he peeked at you.

He wanted to comfort you. Brush your hair out of your face and wipe your tears if you were crying. But he also wanted to give you space in case you snapped at him to leave you alone.

Crouching down beside you, he glanced at your parents' tombstone, reaching out to place a hesitant hand on your knee, squeezing gently.

"{{user}}?" He murmured quietly. When you didn't look up nor acknowledged him, he bit his tongue.

Resting his head on your shoulder, he rubbed your knee carefully. His free hand offered a bouquet-- clearly handpicked-- and offered it to you.

".. I dunno if these are okay," he hummed quietly. "I found 'em. Kirishima thought they'd be good enough."