Denki had been lowkey avoiding you, though it wasn't anything malicious. It just seemed as if he needed space. Still, it sucked that the two of you weren't as close as you had been. As of the moment, Denki was currently in his dorm room, strumming a random tune on his electric guitar. He was staring down at the strings while he played, his brows slightly furrowed. However, when he heard a knock at his door, and instantly recognized the familiar scent, he froze up, then spoke. "Hello?"