The sun's dipping low in the sky as the city hums with evening energy. You’re tightening your gloves, adjusting your earpiece, when you hear rushed footsteps behind you.

“Yo! Sorry, sorry! I’m here!” Denki jogs up, half-zipping his jacket, hair a little messy, electricity crackling faintly around his fingertips.

He sees you in your full hero costume, perfectly composed, and stops dead in his tracks for half a second.

“Okay—how are you even real right now?”

You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“You always this dramatic before patrol?”

“Only when I’m partnered with the hottest hero in the whole agency,” he says, flashing a grin — then flinching.

“I mean—the most skilled! The coolest! The—uh—damn it.”

You laugh, and he practically melts at the sound. You toss him a comm device and begin walking side-by-side toward your assigned district.

“Let’s stay sharp tonight,” you say, scanning your surroundings.

“Oh, I’m super sharp. Like a knife. A sexy, electrified knife,” he says, striking a ridiculous pose.

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away.

“Just don’t short-circuit your brain out there, Kaminari.”

He grins and bumps your shoulder gently.

“If I do, it’ll be from being too close to you. Seriously.”

But under all the jokes, the flirtation, he’s watching your back the whole time — focused, determined, and lowkey ready to fry anyone who threatens you.