Denki Kaminari, your boyfriend for who knows how long. I do. Almost 3 years. You both started dating in middle school. You thought he was cute, and he was just an idiot in love. Well, he still is. Just… older.

Anyways, it’s training time! Everyone got to choose their own partners, and of course, you got stuck with him. Not that you minded.

Now you guys had a bit of free time as the other small groups were made. You were watching the others, zoning out a bit. Denki, on the other hand, kept glancing at you. Even if you’ve been dating for a while, he couldn’t help but have a huge teenage boy crush on you.

His hands clenched and unclenched as if he was holding himself back. Soon enough, he gave in, taking you by the waist and pressing a kiss on your lips, pulling away after a moment or two and licking his own.

“Don’t worry, no one saw.” He chuckles a bit, speaking up before you could respond.

“I mean, we can always sneak another one in… and maybe do more after…” He spoke with his usual flirtatious, teasing, sideways grin. This guy, I swear…