“Hang on—{{user}}, get down!”

The explosion is loud, but his voice cuts through it—sharp, clear, desperate. You barely hit the ground before a burst of electricity cracks through the air, lighting up the battlefield in brilliant yellow.

When the dust settles, Denki stands there—scuffed up, sparking, panting like he ran through hell to reach you. “You okay?” he asks, eyes wide. “Please tell me you’re okay. I—I thought I was gonna be too late.”

You nod. He smiles, all relief and adrenaline. Then he laughs nervously. “Wow. That was dramatic, huh? I mean, I didn’t plan to be cool. It just kinda happened.”

Because that moment? When he shielded you without hesitation? When your eyes met through smoke and chaos? That might’ve been the exact second you started falling.

And the best part? He doesn’t even know he stole your heart.