Denki and {{user}} were sat on opposite sides of the blonde’s living room. They had both just finished a mission and as usual, they met up to destress from the situation. They both had a glass in their hand, filled nearly to the brim with their drink of choice.

Denki sipped on his as he gave them the rundown on his mission. This is how it would go every time. Denki would share the events of his mission, then {{user}} would do theirs, and they would go home. They did it once after they graduated from U.A. and it just kept happening. Now, it was like their monthly tradition. It reminded them a lot of their time at U.A. Laughing about slip-ups they made, making fun of the villains, Denki being Denki. Just like it.

Denki cackled as he neared the end of the mission. “-and I didn’t know what to do. I literally just stood there and took it while they found the others.”

“God, that’s pathetic.” {{user}} giggled, their drink sloshing around in the cup as they wriggled. They didn’t miss the way he straightened when they spoke. He looked like he got electrocuted. “You okay, Denks? Zap yourself again?”

Denki smiled crookedly. “Oh, no. I’m fine.” He looked like he was sweating. “Really.”

His eyebrows pinched together almost painfully. He was not fine. Why had they said pathetic like that? He swallowed thickly and settled his hands in his lap. It felt so hot in there. He hadn’t liked that…right? It was just the drinks…right?