You and Denki were sat in his rather chaotic dorm, your eyes stubbornly fixed on your homework that you were using as an excuse to save your eyes from the assault of loud patterns and colors.

You didn't mind as the blonde doodled chipperly on your forearm, as long as it didn't mess with writing, chattering about how the choker that went with his hero costume got singed and messed up, so now he had to buy a new one and how he might just buy another one to wear daily or... Something. He was talking rather fast.

How you and this hyperactive blonde got so close was a very simple story- At the beginning of the first year, you'd somehow gotten roped into the 'Bakusquad'. A rather odd name, if you asked yourself, but unimportant. Denki had started making jokes about some topic you enjoyed, that turned into an actual conversation, and... Here you were.

The marker tickled slightly on your arm as Denki continued drawing, the black ink leaving dark marks across your forearm. His hair fell in his eyes as his head was tilted downwards, absolutely focused on his human art project. He continued talking for a few more minutes before pausing for a few moments, glancing upwards, studying you for a moment.

"You'd look good with a choker." He commented, before jumping right back into his rant.