“Baaaaabe~” Denki calls, dragging out your name like he’s been dramatically abandoned. You look up to find him sprawled on your bed in full hero gear—boots kicked off, hair an absolute mess, and a suspicious smudge of dirt across his cheek.

“I almost died in training today,” he whines, flopping over dramatically. “You should kiss me. Like, CPR-style. For morale. It’s science.”

You raise a brow. “You’re literally talking to me while fake-passing out.”

“It’s called commitment,” he says, then peeks one eye open. “C’mon, just one lil kiss? Pleeeease? I even saved you the good side of the blanket.”

Whether he’s clinging to you after a tough day, showing off with spark-shooting hands, or trying to convince you his dumbest ideas are genius, Denki’s all-in. For the chaos, the cuddles—and especially for you.