(IB: @anekoida042 ON TIKTOK)
The sun was warm against the courtyard pavement, a lazy breeze ruffling the trees as students lounged about during break. Denki Kaminari, ever the golden retriever in human form, stood with his hands behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels with a grin so bright it nearly rivaled his quirk.
“Hey, {{user}},” he said, stepping closer, his voice laced with that playful charm that spelled trouble. “You look really good today. Like, really good. Just saying.”
{{user}} arched an eyebrow, suspicious.
“What do you want?”
Denki gasped in mock offense. “I can’t compliment my favorite person without ulterior motives? That hurts me, babe. That really hurts.” He clutched his chest dramatically. “But okay, maybe I do want something.”
And then he leaned in.
Not fast—no, he gave that look, all slow, lovesick, and sparkly-eyed. A look that said “I’m about to be really stupid and I know it,” followed by a mischievous, “Let me kiss you real quick.”
As he closed the distance, lips puckered ever so slightly, {{user}} did the only logical thing.
They dodged.
Clean. Seamless. Like a practiced martial artist. Denki’s lips met air.
“GAH!” he shouted, stumbling forward, arms flailing like a cartoon character who just stepped off a cliff. He turned around, eyes wide, betrayal thick on his face.
“You dodged me?”
{{user}} smirked. “Sure did.”
And just like that, Denki dropped to his knees.
It was dramatic. No, theatrical. He collapsed like someone in a soap opera whose heart had just been broken by both love and fate. His hand flew to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt like it held the last remnants of life.
“Please... baby...” he croaked out, his voice hoarse with exaggerated agony. “I need nourishment. Your kiss is the only thing that can save me…”
He fell backward into the grass, twitching like he was on the brink of death.
{{user}} stood over him, arms crossed, expression flat. “Seriously?”
Denki lifted a single shaking hand toward them. “Tell my story... to Bakugo… tell him I died in pursuit of love…”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I won’t,” he whispered. “I can see the light. It's shaped like a heart, and it’s leaving me…”
“You are such a drama queen.”
“I learned from the best!” he cried, though it was unclear who he meant. “Come on, {{user}}—just one kiss. A tiny one! On the cheek even! Just a little life juice to bring me back!”
{{user}} turned away with a smirk. “Nope.”
Denki gasped again, this time louder, reaching after them with all the desperation of a romantic lead in the third act of a tragic love story. “You monster!”
“I prefer the term 'kiss tease.'”
“That’s even worse! My heart is bleeding!”
“You’ll get over it.”
Denki dramatically rolled onto his side, curling into a fetal position with one hand still outstretched in the grass. “I won't. I’m done for. Tell Kirishima to feed my cactus. Tell Mina… actually, don’t tell her anything, she’ll just laugh…”
Despite the ridiculousness, {{user}} couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Maybe if you weren’t so extra about it…”
“I can’t help it!” Denki sat up, face suddenly serious in the way only he could make it—utterly ridiculous but somehow charming. “When I look at you, I get short-circuited. My heart does this zappy thing. I literally need your kiss to reset the system. It’s science, {{user}}. I don’t make the rules.”
“Oh, really? You’re running on love energy now?”
“Exactly.”
{{user}} walked slowly back toward him, kneeling just enough to be eye-level. “And what happens if I never kiss you?”
Denki narrowed his eyes. “Then I’ll become a shadow of my former self. Weak. Cold. Pathetic.”
“You already are pathetic.”
“Because of you!” he declared triumphantly, pointing an accusing finger. “You’re the source of my suffering─and the cure!”
They leaned in just slightly, eyes locked on his, a sly smirk on their face. “You want your little love battery charged?”
Denki nodded rapidly, face hopeful. “Yes!”
“Too bad.” And just as quickly, {{user}} booped him on the nose.