The bright lights of the carnival reflected off your face, your bright and happy smile, the smell of cotton candy and deep fried foods filled the air.

Denki was happy. Not because of the sights or sounds or the joy his inner child felt— but because you were happy.

Your smile was bright, your laugh ringing through his head. His hand was in yours, and although you two were just friends— he felt it. A spark, a connection— something.

He knew then and there he was smitten. For sure.