So, the one relationship Denki had actually managed to land - the one he’d been happy in - he’d completely ruined it.

He still didn’t know what he’d been thinking. Or why he’d listened to Minoru of all people. The guy got his dating advice from “alpha male” TikToks; Denki really should’ve known better. Old habits, though. He’d convinced himself it was some kind of strategy. Break up first. Make you miss him. Make you beg. Force a conversation about problems that barely even existed.

It was supposed to make things better.

Instead, now he kept seeing you around U.A. - with someone else.

Every time you walked him to class, or he walked you, Denki felt his steps slow without meaning to. His eyes lingered, jaw tightening, irritation curling sharp in his chest before he scoffed and turned away like it didn’t bother him. Like it didn’t matter.

But it did.

You were doing the same things. The same date spots. The same routines. Places Denki had taken you first - places that had meant something. Now you were sharing them with him instead.

Come on!

He tried to tell himself it wasn’t jealousy. That the guy didn’t have anything on him. Denki picked apart his clothes, his posture, anything he could latch onto to feel superior. But deep down, he knew the truth: whatever Minoru had promised him hadn’t worked. You hadn’t come crawling back. You’d just… moved on.

And that hurt worse than he’d expected.

So when he finally spotted you alone in the hallway, something snapped. He didn’t think it through. He didn’t slow down. He just moved.

Denki caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around before you could react. His posture was tense, hunched forward, eyes caught somewhere between defensive and desperate.

"You can say anything you want," he blurted out, voice tight. "I don’t give a shit - no one else could have you." He swallowed, then said it again, more urgently. "I want you back. I want you back."

His eyes searched your face, panic flickering beneath the frustration before the words spilled out.

"I broke it off thinking you’d be crying," Denki admitted, the truth bitter on his tongue. "And now I feel like shit looking at you flying."

He exhaled shakily, hands curling at his sides.

"I want you back," he repeated. "I want you back."