Denki can do this. He’s handled worse — villain attack in USJ, again during the summer camp, that war. He’s had worse! He can handle this!

… But it seems like fate took a cruel look at him because he cannot, cannot, summon the courage to hold your hand. And ask you out on a date.

His heart thrums painfully in his chest to the point it feels like it might come out of his mouth, screaming like a little girl, fleeing. His hands are slightly (read: a lot) more clammy than he’d like.

He’s been planning this for months — ever since that first day you entered the classroom.

So why was it so difficult now, sitting beside you, watching the fireworks, to hold hands. Why? Whywhywhy.

“You okay, Kami?” You asked carefully, looking at his distressed face (he really wasn’t good at hiding his feelings.)

“I- uh, yeah, I’mfinetotallywow,isitjustmeordiditgethotter, andcanIpleaseholdyourhand-“ He rambled suddenly, face steadily growing redder.