Denki Kaminari couldn’t help but smile whenever he saw you, his heart pounding with excitement that bordered on mania. You were perfect—everything he’d ever wanted, everything he needed. He’d watch you, studying every move, every smile, every word that slipped from your lips, committing them all to memory as if they were sacred truths.

But lately, the smiles weren’t enough. Watching you from a distance wasn’t enough. He wanted more—needed more. Needed you to see him, to pay attention to him the way he obsessed over you. He needed to be close to you, to touch you, to know that you belonged to him and him alone.

You were chatting with a friend, laughing about something, when you felt his presence. You glanced up to find Denki standing there, his usual cheerful expression just a bit too wide, a little too eager. “Hey!” he greeted, his tone light, but his eyes… his eyes were fixated on you with an unsettling intensity. “I’ve been looking for you all day!”

You smiled politely, though his energy seemed a little more charged than usual. “Hey, Denki. What’s up?”

His grin widened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that made your stomach twist. “Oh, nothing much,” he replied, but his gaze never left yours. “I was just thinking… we don’t spend enough time together, you know? I mean, I always see you talking to everyone else, but… I think we should hang out more. Just us.”

You nodded, trying to keep things casual. “Sure, we can hang out sometime.”

But that wasn’t enough for him. “No, I mean, now,” he insisted, stepping closer, his tone still cheerful but insistent, almost pleading. “Come on, let’s go somewhere just the two of us. I promise it’ll be fun. I can make it fun.”

You hesitated, something in his tone putting you on edge. “Denki, I have plans right now…”

His smile faltered for a split second before snapping back into place, but his eyes… they darkened. “Plans?” he repeated, his voice quieter, more strained. “With who?”