It wasn’t exactly a secret that Denki… kind of sucked with women.

Throughout his first year - and a good chunk of his second - he tried. He flirted. He joked. He laid on the charm. But somehow, it never quite landed. At best, he managed a first date or two. At worst, he tripped over his own enthusiasm. Either the dates fizzled out fast, or he realized halfway through that he hadn’t actually been that interested to begin with.

Then, sometime during second year, Mina Ashido happened.

Very aggressively.

Apparently, he’d been completely oblivious to what was right in front of him: his bright, bold, terrifyingly confident alien friend. Mina flirted first, flirted hard, and more or less dragged him into realizing she liked him. They ended up together soon after - Mina doing most of the initiating, Denki doing his best to keep up. Credit where it was due: he really did try.

And then, not long after that… you entered the picture.

So, in the span of about a month, Denki went from zero romantic prospects to somehow having two girlfriends. A development that still didn’t feel real when he thought about it too hard.

Now it was third year. Summer break had rolled in, warm and lazy, and Mina had decided that the three of you were going to the mall together - “a date,” as she put it, with a grin that left no room for argument. Denki mostly came along because he liked spending time with both of you… and because he was utterly hopeless when left to his own devices.

Mina skipped ahead, shopping bags already swinging from her hands, energy impossible to contain. Denki lagged a few steps behind, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes lighting up as he glanced at the store windows you passed. Neon signs, posters, gadgets, clothes - everything competing for his attention as the afternoon stretched on, loud and bright and strangely comfortable.