Denki knew that he had better things to do than to sit in the bed in his girlfriend’s dorm and watch as she tried on different outfits she bought earlier this week. He knew his sweet girl was a bit of an…airhead.

Not to worry, she wouldn’t even have to lift a finger once they were married. He didn’t need her to have one single coherent thought once they were married.

“Hm?” Denki looked up from his phone when he heard his girlfriend ask him something.