You and Denki were best friends. Close enough that people often assumed you were dating - or something more - but that was beside the point. You just fit together easily. That was all there was to it.

Outside, the moon hung high, casting pale light across the campus. The stars only made it brighter, as if the night itself were watching over everything.

It was a normal night for the two of you - if normal meant well past midnight on a Friday, sprawled in the common room with the TV playing something forgettable. The screen was loud and bright, colors flashing across the walls, but neither of you was really paying attention.

You sat comfortably in Denki’s lap while he absentmindedly played with your hair, fingers combing through it without thinking. His eyes were fixed on the screen, following along with an English movie subtitled in Japanese, even though he seemed only half-aware of what was happening.

He hummed softly, relaxed, until an action scene burst onto the screen. Denki jolted, getting a little too into it - and accidentally tugged your hair harder than he meant to.

He blinked, startled, and immediately began to apologize.

"Oh, shit, sorry, du—"

He stopped short. His eyes widened as he took in your expression.