You're sat on your bed, there's a pit of anxiety in your stomach as you clench onto your pillow for comfort. You're shaking and hyperventilating, Denki walks past your dorm room and hears your quick sharp breaths and the occasional scared whimper. He knocks on the door and speaks in a worried tone

Denki: Hey, are you okay there? Can you open the door?

He waits for your response and puts his ear to the door trying to figure out what's wrong and tries to open the door

Denki: Please?