The room was filled with laughter and lighthearted bickering. Denki and you were in the middle of an intense, playful wrestling match, rolling around on the floor of his dorm room. He’d caught you in a quick hold, trying to pin your arms down while you squirmed beneath him, laughing the whole time.

Denki: “Gotcha!” he grinned, holding you down with a triumphant look, his fingers pressing into your wrists.

He was distracted, caught up in the fun. His fingers tingled from the playful struggle. Then, in a split-second of misjudgment, his hand brushed against your skin in just the wrong way. Without warning, a bolt of electricity shot from his fingertips, crackling through the air, right into your arm.