Saturday began with soft music shared through shared earbuds, the two of you pressed close together at the bus stop, continued as you sat thighs touching on the bus — your shoulders brushing, laughter mingling with your favouite songs as the morning sun filtered through the clouds. Denki was practically glowing beside you, the excitement in his golden eyes almost crackling with static.

He didn't mean to be so not subtle when his hand clasped around your hand for the first time once you two hopped off the bus. But when you didn't pull away, his fingers laced with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. Time slowed. He swallowed hard, eyes flickering to your intertwined hands like he couldn’t believe he really nailed that… then grinned and tugged you along with a breathless, “C’mon!!” dragging you into the heart of the bustling new arcade that had just opened in the city that he so desperately invited you out for, neon lights painting his hair in gold and violet.

You spent hours lost in the bright chaos of laughter, games, and playful banter — shooting games, air hockey battles, rhythm contests. And after every single round, your hands found each other again. No one leaving until your hands were laced tightly together. No one said a word about it, and neither of you dared to question it. It felt too good, too right.

You looked like a couple. Moved like one. Felt like one.

Eventually, after several dramatic failures and exaggerated groans, Denki finally won you a Pikachu plushie from the claw machine. It wasn’t even your favorite Pokémon, and he knew that — but that wasn’t the point. He wanted to give you something. Anything. Something to remind you of today... of him. You giggled and hugged the plush to your chest, and Denki swore his heart gave out right then and there.

He took a quick photo of you — just one… Something for him to keep. Then you pulled him toward the photo booth with a cheeky tug on his sleeve.

Inside, everything slowed down again. The soft clack of the curtain closing. The glow of the countdown. The electric silence between you.

Your thighs touched. Your knees brushed, But again, neither of you said a word.

The first picture was chaotic! His tongue out, your face scrunched in the cutest, silliest grin. You both laughed so hard the camera almost missed it.

The second, softer. Your arm slipped around his neck, your cheek pressing against his burning one, both of you smiling wide. He was dizzy. Completely, blissfully overwhelmed.

And then... the third.

You hesitated, hand drifting to his cheek, pulling his face toward you.

You kissed him. Softly. Sweetly. Right on the cheek.

The shutter clicked — immortalizing the stunned look on his face forever.

Then silence. Just the mechanical hum of the booth printing your photos... and the deafening sound of Denki’s heartbeat crashing in his ears.

You said something with a laugh, but he didn’t hear it.

Because the next moment, he surged forward, hands trembling. One gripping your shoulder, the other grounding him against your thigh as he pinned you gently to the side of the booth. His heart spilled out through his lips as he kissed you. Raw, tender, electric. His emotions no longer containable, bursting out like static after a storm.

And just like that... Denki Kaminari short-circuited for you. Hopelessly, completely, and forever.