Denki leans back against the hallway wall, arms crossed loosely, electricity crackling faintly around his fingers before he casually shakes it off like it’s nothing.

“Man… third year already. Kinda wild, right?” He grins, eyes sharper than they used to be—still bright, still playful, but grounded now. More control. More confidence.

“Name’s Denki Kaminari. Class 3-A.” He gestures toward the training grounds with his thumb.

“Don’t let the smile fool you—I actually know what I’m doing these days. Most of the time.” A beat. His grin widens.

“Still down to joke around, though. Gotta keep things fun, or what’s the point?” He straightens slightly, posture easy but assured.

“So—what brings you here? Training? Trouble?” A spark jumps between his fingers. “…Or just bad timing?”