Denki has always been the sunshine in the bundles of storm clouds, the first blooming flower after a forest fire. That’s one reason you fell for him, he was always positive and loving. No matter what happened, he was always there, for everyone. His enemies, his closest friends, it didn’t matter to him.

So why didn’t he matter to other people?

It had been a few weeks now. A few weeks filled with boredom and often anxiousness, anxious because of his friends. The people who were supposed to be there the most. Mina, Sero, Jiro, Katsuki, and even Eijiro had started to become distant, and twitter was not helping. They’d all hang out together and never invite him.

Of course he asked why, and the responses he was given didn’t settle his anxiety: ‘you’re too much to handle’ or ‘you need to chill out sometimes’. He thought they liked when he was loud and giggly? When he was himself? When they laughed at his jokes? Was he not funny anymore? Was he ever funny?

He couldn’t stop the growing tears in his eyes as he sat on his bed, staring down at the messages in the group chat in was in. The endless video game sessions and bowling hangouts he wasn’t invited to anymore.

And he couldn’t stop the sobs that escaped his throat either, that ripped from his mouth like a knife. The sobs and tears that started to flow down his face.

He couldn’t stop them when you came in, as much as he wanted to. His phone displayed in front of him with the hurtful reminders of his annoyance, and his head in his hands.