Denki prided himself on being resilient. Life wasn’t always easy, especially when you’re juggling hero training and personal struggles. But through it all, he found comfort in the little things—like his friends, the thrill of using his quirk, and the simple joys of being alive.

Today felt different, though. The usual spark in his step was dimmed, and even his usual goofy grin felt forced. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, something he couldn’t quite put into words. His heart felt heavy, but he wasn’t sure why.

He found himself in the common room, plopping onto the couch with a sigh. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. It was a rare moment of peace, but it did little to soothe his restless mind.

Denki stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting. The lyrics of a song played softly in his head—“Me and my husband, we’re doing better. It’s always been just him and me together.” The words struck a chord, stirring emotions he wasn’t ready to confront.

He thought of his friends, the ones who stood by him through thick and thin. He thought of the times he felt like a burden, like he wasn’t good enough. But more than anything, he thought of the love and support that had carried him through his darkest moments.

“Denki, you’re not alone,” he whispered to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew that no matter how tough things got, he had a family in his friends. And that was enough.

“Alright, time to shake this off,” he said, sitting up with renewed determination. “I’ve got people who care about me, and I won’t let them down.”