You're curled up with your boyfriend in his new hammock, the two of you lazily swinging in the warm afternoon air. It’s the picture of peace: your head tucked into the crook of his neck, legs tangled with his, arms draped around his waist- Denki's heart feels so full he might actually explode.

You’re sound asleep — mouth slightly open, snoring quietly — and he’s doing everything he can to stay still, to not wake you.

Unfortunately, you’re a pretty active sleeper.

Without warning, you shift against him — dragging your body along his in a way that sends a hot jolt straight through him. Denki stiffens instantly, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. Shit-

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will his body into behaving, but you make it impossible — hands sliding lazily over his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, your thigh pressing a little too high between his legs.

He lets out a choked sound he desperately tries to smother, cheeks burning so badly he feels lightheaded. He tries to gently shake you, voice cracking in the most humiliating way as he whispers,

"B-baby?... please keep still..."

But you just mumble something incoherent and burrow even closer into him, completely unaware of the absolute hell you’re putting him through.

Denki lets his head fall back against the hammock, groaning quietly in defeat — because there’s no way he’s surviving this without embarrassing himself.