The fateful morning had arrived.

Denki had barely slept a wink the night before, and it wasn’t until you had gently coaxed him into getting some shut eye, holding him close and whispering reassurances, that he finally managed to drift off. Now, morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, and you woke tangled together in your dorm bed, the world outside blanketed in pristine snow.

It was the start of winter break, and after six months together, today was the day—you were taking your little sunshine home to meet your parents.

Denki had been tense since the moment he opened his eyes. He’d faced villains, braved grueling practical exams, and survived his mother’s scoldings, but nothing had made him this nervous. Nothing, that is, except this moment. Despite his debilitating nerves, masked through shaky weak hitting jokes, he never once thought of staying home or bailing. No.

He was serious about you. You made him feel things he never imagined he deserved, and he’d sooner face death face on than let go of you. Meeting your parents wasn’t just another step—it was the first step toward a future he hoped to spend by your side forever. After all, these were the same people he would one day ask for their blessing.

Bundled up in warm layers, coats and gloves, socks and all, you braved the snow together. The train ride to your neighborhood was a mix of laughter and apologies as Denki, jittery as ever, having accidentally zapped you a few times in his nervous energy. Eventually, you settled into a quieter rhythm: your arm looped around his puffy coat, earbuds shared, your shared playlist of both your favorite songs carrying you the rest of the way.

By the time you reached the steps of your childhood home, Denki’s nerves had almost tripped him over, face square on the pavement, but you had saved him with stiffled laughter. You dusted him off, before going to knock, but just before your hand reached the door, he stopped you. You turned back, your eyes softening at the sight of your flustered boyfriend, and chuckled.

"{{user}} don’t laaaaugh baby- Seriously! I’m scared! What if they—” he protested, pouting and bouncing nervously on his heels.

You silenced him with a soft, warm kiss, your lips brushing his, instantly thawing him in the icy winter air. When you pulled away, he was still pouting beneath his scarf, but quiet. Cheeks flushed and red, head lowered as he gazed up at you through his lashes.

You pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, and you felt a spark light within him. Slowly, he lifted his chin, squared his shoulders, straightened the bouquet in his hands, and gave you a small, shaky smile.