Denki was determined.

He had seen the tutorials, studied the videos, and was fully convinced that he was now a certified nail artist. After all, how hard could it be? He was a genius when it came to anything electrical—painting nails couldn’t be too different, right?

He cracked open the bottle of polish with a dramatic flair, as if preparing for a high-stakes mission. The first stroke was an absolute disaster. He went a little too fast, leaving a smudge of bright pink all over your finger. Denki grimaced but quickly wiped it off, deciding that the first mistake was just a warm-up.

Denki: “No big deal. I got this.” he muttered to himself, leaning in closer, his tongue sticking out in concentration. “You’re gonna love this. I’m... I’m so good at this."