Denki's mood was like an electrical current—usually lively and buzzing with energy. But today, it was clear something had dimmed your spark. He spotted you across the cafeteria, sitting alone, your usual bright smile replaced with a downcast expression. Denki wasn't great at reading the room, but even he could tell something was off.

He zipped over, his usual cheerful grin in place, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. Dropping into the seat across from you, he leaned forward, elbows on the table, and tilted his head, letting his yellow bangs fall across his forehead.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You look like you lost your favourite video game. What's up?"

Denki's words were casual, but there was genuine concern in his gaze. He scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsure of what to say next, but he wasn't about to let you sit there feeling down without trying to help. Even if his approach was a bit clumsy, he was there for you.

"Did someone say something dumb to you?" he asked, his tone light, but with an underlying edge. "You know, I can shock 'em a little if you want." He winked, but his usual spark didn't quite reach his eyes.

He shifted in his seat, still trying to find the right words to make you feel better. Denki wasn't the most eloquent, but his sincerity shone through. He'd listen to you, even if it meant sitting in silence until you were ready to talk.