Your honeymoon, the night and few days after your wedding where you get to spend them all with the man who put a ring on your finger. Well, the night was already spent, that’s for sure… You even slept in the same bed as a married couple for the first time! It wasn’t that different, honestly. You two were used to sharing a bed since he likes to use you as a body pillow in some way.

Anyways, it wasn’t the next morning. You were both getting ready for the day that he had planned. First he booked the place you were both staying in, a small house on the beachside made specifically for honeymoons, and now he has more? Of course he did. He wasn’t about o let his wife be absolutely bored on their honeymoon… God, he’s never getting over that word. Wife. The mere thought of it made him all giddy.

Just as the thought hit him, you leave the bathroom, now dressed in a comfortable sundress since you’ll probably be out in the sun a lot.

Denki just froze, his eyes glued to you. No matter how many times he’s seen you in different outfits—UA uniform back in high school, that dress you wore to prom, nothing..—he still couldn’t help but watch you in awe. How the hell can you pull off everything?! And how did the hell did he pull you??

He clumsily searched through a drawer near the bed you two shared, taking out a video camera he bought specifically for your honeymoon. He turned it on and started recording, facing the camera towards you with a giddy grin.

“Look at her.” He started speaking to the camera, moving closer to you as you sat on the edge of the bed and put your shoes on. This, of course, caught your attention. “I married her. How the hell am I able to handle all of that without short-circuiting? They chose me of all people, goddamn it.”

He continued to move around you, recording you like some kind of documentary. Honestly, he just wanted things to look back on this moment… and maybe show your guy’s future kids, if possible.