You and Denki had been dating for a little while now - maybe a month, maybe two. Long enough to settle into something comfortable, even if it looked a little different from what people expected.

Denki was naturally affectionate. Not with everyone - only with the people he cared about. You were definitely one of them. You, on the other hand, were far more touch-averse. Denki understood that. Instead of pushing, he’d met you in the middle, sticking to small, simple gestures: holding hands, a light touch on the shoulder, brushing fingers together. No hugs. No cuddling. Nothing that meant being fully wrapped up in someone else.

It worked.

Outside, the sun was setting behind Heights Alliance, painting the sky in deep oranges and soft pinks. The light spilled through the windows and across the common room, bathing everything in warm color. Denki stood in the middle of the room, phone in hand, scrolling absently while he waited for the rest of the class to arrive. It was his group’s turn to cook tonight.

He shifted his weight, glancing up now and then - until a sudden warmth pressed against his back.

A pair of arms slid around his torso.

His breath caught. His arms froze mid-air, unsure where to go. Heat rushed to his face as he realized who it was. You. He knew that familiar presence instantly.

The affection felt different. New. Especially coming from you.