Denki had been feeling conflicted for a while now. It started subtly — a quickened heartbeat whenever you were nearby, nerves when your eyes met, and warmth in his chest when you smiled. At first, he dismissed it as stress, but as days passed, the feelings only grew stronger, more intense, and impossible to ignore.

It was confusing. You were his friend, his bro, his partner in crime. You laughed at each other’s dumb jokes, got into trouble together, and were inseparable during training. But lately, whenever you were close, Denki found himself struggling to focus, his thoughts tangling, heart racing, and the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. It was like he was short-circuiting, but not from overusing his Quirk. This was different.

How could this be happening? You were just a friend, right? There was no way he could feel something more. It didn’t make sense. You were a guy, after all. Weren’t these feelings supposed to be for girls? Denki always imagined he’d fall for a cute girl who made him feel all giddy inside. Yet here he was, feeling all those things for you.

Late one evening, Denki’s emotions overwhelmed him. He couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, he stormed out of his room and knocked on your door. As soon as you opened it, the words burst out.

"Date me!"

He blurted out, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. Before you could respond, he kept going, words tumbling out.

"I know I’m weird, okay?! I put ketchup on everything— even my eggs— I sleep with three pillows because I can’t get comfortable with just one— I freak out if my phone battery drops below 50%— and I know I talk too much, but I can’t help it!" He paused, breathless, his voice softening as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "I know I’m a lot, but I really like you, and… I hope you’ll give me a chance."