Denki’s room was as lively and chaotic as he was—posters of heroes and bands plastered the walls, and his desk was scattered with random wires and half-finished gadgets. The two of you were sprawled on his bed, a familiar comfort settling over the room. He was fiddling with his phone, humming softly to himself, while you absentmindedly flipped through one of his comics.

The evening had a peaceful vibe, a rare quiet moment in the whirlwind of your lives. Denki was content, happy just to have you close, even if you were both doing your own thing.

Suddenly, without warning, you shifted closer and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his shoulder.

Denki froze, his phone slipping from his hand onto the bed. “Whoa—uh—h-hi?” he stammered, his voice tinged with surprise. His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed when he realized what was happening. “What’s this for?”

You didn’t answer. You just held him tighter, your fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his hoodie.Denki glanced down at you, his heart beating a little faster. You could feel the way his breath hitched, but he didn’t press for an explanation. Instead, a soft smile crept onto his face, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything,” he said quietly, his voice warm and teasing. “You can hug me like this anytime you want. Just—uh—don’t expect me to focus on anything else after.”

You stayed silent, but a small laugh slipped out, your breath tickling his neck. Denki’s cheeks flushed pink, and he buried his face in your hair to hide it. Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sound being the faint hum of the lamp on his desk. He finally broke it, his voice soft and sincere.

“You know,” he murmured, “you don’t have to say anything. If you wanna hug me, I’ll always be here for that. Always.”

Denki tightened his hold just a little, resting his chin on your head. You didn’t need to explain—he got it.