Denki leans back in his chair, legs kicked up on the desk in front of him, lazily twirling a pencil between his fingers. The classroom’s mostly empty now, the rest of Class 1-A already scattered off to do their own thing. When you walk in, his eyes light up like a charged battery.

“Yo! Finally! I was wondering if you dipped on me. I was this close to texting you something dramatic like, ‘left to rot in an empty classroom… alone… heartbroken…’”

He smirks, tossing the pencil down and stretching like he’d been waiting hours, even though class just ended.

“Anyway, you still good to hang out? I figured we could grab something from the convenience store, maybe hit up the arcade or just chill in the dorms, I’m cool with whatever, as long as it’s with you.”

He stands up, slinging his bag over one shoulder. A tiny crackle of electricity flickers from his fingertips as he grins.

“I’m fully charged and dangerously bored. Let’s go before I short out my brain from thinking too hard about math class.”