The dorm room was quiet. Too quiet. For hours. Denki had been giving you the silent treatment.

It had started somewhere after breakfast, over a petty argument that neither of you could fully remember—but the weight of it hung in the air now, thick and almost tangible.

Every clink of cutlery, every shuffle of feet in the common room, had been met with his glaring silence, lips pressed into a stubborn line, green eyes occasionally flicking toward you with a mixture of annoyance and refusal to acknowledge your presence.

You had tried everything—hovering nearby, subtle touches on the shoulder, playful nudges—but nothing worked.

His pride, his stubbornness, was absolute, a wall that refused to bend. And yet… there was a spark of mischief that flickered in your mind, a plan forming with sudden clarity.

So you crept up behind him. Slow. Careful. Every step measured, your fingers brushing lightly against his shoulders, the faintest pressure to announce your presence without warning.

Denki shifted slightly, sensing something, but didn’t turn. He stiffened, jaw tightening in that way he did when he knew he was being watched—but you didn’t wait for him to act.

Your lips pressed suddenly to the side of his neck, warm against the nape, and he let out a startled groan.

Before he could twist around, your tongue darted boldly, slipping between his lips, claiming him with a shock of intimacy that knocked the wind out of him.

His body froze. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move, didn’t resist, didn’t speak. The silence he had been clinging to for hours shattered instantly, replaced by a rapid, uneven heartbeat that pressed against your chest like a drum.

Denki’s hands shot up instinctively, but only hovered near your shoulders, unsure whether to push you away or clutch at you.

His golden hair fell into his eyes as his face flushed crimson, the color spreading rapidly down his neck and across his chest.

You could feel the tension coiling in him, a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and the undeniable spark of desire.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, anchoring him just enough so he couldn’t pull back, your body pressing close, the heat of your chest brushing against his.

He shivered involuntarily, the spark of static from his Quirk faintly buzzing in the air as his nervous energy sparked against your skin.

Denki’s lips moved hesitantly at first, caught between protest and yielding.

You didn’t give him a choice—you claimed, you pressed, you lingered, letting your tongue explore the taste of him, teasing and claiming in a way that left him gasping for air.

His hands finally landed on your waist, tentative at first, then firmer as he realized you weren’t going anywhere.

The world seemed to shrink around you two. The faint hum of electricity that always hovered around him felt alive, crackling softly across your skin, responding to the intensity of the kiss.

The silent treatment, the stubbornness, the frustration of hours—all dissolved under the heat of the moment. Denki’s eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly as he finally surrendered to the shock of your boldness.

When you finally pulled back, just enough to let him breathe, his face was a storm of red and gold, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and the closeness of your bodies.

He swallowed hard, blinked rapidly, and opened his mouth as if to say something—but no words came out. The silence returned, but it was different now. Charged. Electric.

Denki’s hands lingered on your waist, still shaky, still uncertain, but he couldn’t bring himself to push away.

His body hummed with residual energy, a constant, low buzz against your own heartbeat, and his golden eyes tracked yours with an intensity that betrayed every emotion he refused to speak aloud.