The cozy hum of your favorite restaurant wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The soft clinking of silverware and the murmur of other diners faded into the background as you focused on Denki. Sitting next to you, he animatedly recounted a story from his day, his hands gesturing wildly.

He’d always been a messy eater, and tonight was no exception. A little smudge of sauce clung to the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in making you laugh. His bright golden eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke, his words tumbling out almost faster than you could follow.

You smiled, leaning on your hand as you watched him. You’d always found his messy habits endearing, a reflection of how full of life he was. But the sauce... well, it needed to go.

Without a word, you reached out, gently cupping his chin and tilting his face toward you. His speech stuttered, and he blinked, a surprised laugh bubbling out. “Uh, what are you—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in, placing a soft, deliberate kiss on the corner of his mouth, right where the sauce lingered. His lips stilled against yours, the faint taste of tangy tomato meeting your tongue. Slowly, you pulled back, catching his wide-eyed expression as your smile grew.

“There,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “All clean.”