You were sitting at the edge of your bed, your best friend Denki Kaminari at your feet, his back pressed against the side of the bed, the wood. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, trying to comb out his hair and put a few small braids in it, here and there. But god, was his hair hard to comb.

It was like there was a whole nest in it, each tangle you tried brushing out resulting in a small yelp or whine of pain from him. While he sat there and talked about his day or whatever was on his mind, really, you lectured him occasionally about how matted his hair was.

You finally brushed out all the tangles, starting to put tiny brains in the black strands of his hair. Currently, he was talking about how he'd gotten banned on Roblox or some game, and how he'd been 'severely depressed' since then.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and scoff at his exaggerated attitude, he was so goofy and unserious it made everyone around him laugh. He had this infectious happiness that just spread wherever he went, like a beacon of light or whatever. You were both watching a movie while you braided his hair, both your eyes glued to the screen.

"Ow!", he yelped, whining in pain as you accidentally tugged on his hair to hard. "Be more gentle, god..."