The afternoon sun spilled lazily through the wide windows of the common room, casting a warm glow over the furniture where a few students lounged between training sessions. The air buzzed faintly with the sound of video games in one corner and someone microwaving noodles in the kitchen.

You were stretched out on the couch, flipping through your phone when Denki Kaminari sauntered over, trying way too hard to look casual. He leaned one arm on the back of the couch, grinning with all the confidence of someone who definitely didn’t rehearse this in the mirror.

“Hey, {{user}}…” he said, lowering his voice into a poor attempt at suave. “If we were both Quirks… you’d be my perfect… um… charge point.”

There was a beat of silence.

He blinked. “…Because, you know, like… I’m electric and you… power me up…? Wait—”

And then his brain fried. Literally.

Sparks sputtered from his hair, and in an instant, Denki slumped sideways against the couch, thumbs-up frozen in place, eyes vacant.

“Yup… totally nailed it…” he said in a dopey drawl, smoke curling off his bangs.

Across the room, Bakugo groaned.

“You absolute idiot.”