Denki had no idea that he’d find himself running through the rain to your house at 1AM, but he knew your mental health was declining and the text he received from you worried him

”I’m sorry.”

Denki ran inside your home, finding you lying in the bathtub, your body covered in new cuts, and reopened scars. A blade next to you on the side of the tub. You look over weakly at him and mutter “Denki..?”