Denki’s arm wrapped around your waist firmly to give you stability as you sat on his lap in his dorm room, your own arm thrown around his neck to further stabilise you; also to keep him from moving away from you. Lips crashing together way to passionately for most, most being Denki. Making out was not Denki’s strong suit, sure he was a stupidly flirtatious guy and such, but in all honesty the man’s never gone so far like this— which is why he was nervous.

So nervous in fact that his quirk activated by accident. The firm hand he had placed on your waist sent a shock onto you that had most definitely scared the shit out of you and made you yelp from the sudden electricity there, sure he felt bad but Denki couldn’t help but laugh!

After your whiny blabbers about how much that damn hurt (followed along by exaggerated fake tears from you just so he can comfort you, obviously) and his laughing fits; it was not that funny to you, he was just being teasingly annoying again. He had finally gotten up to get you something to ice the sore.

“You aren’t mad at me, are ‘ya? I already said sorry..” He asked while passing you a cold water bottle for you to put on that faint stinging mark on your waist. A small awkward grin tugged at his lips, he was most definitely holding in a laugh.