You and Denki were friends.

Just friends - at least, as far as he knew. You, on the other hand, were very much into him, and somehow he had managed to miss the most obvious thing right in front of his face. It was almost impressive. A little funny, too, in a quietly painful sort of way.

After a long day of classes and training, the evening opened up into one of those rare stretches of downtime. The dorms filled with the usual mix of studying, tutoring, hobbies, and whatever else young adults pretended was productive. Therapy would’ve probably been the best option, honestly, but no one was quite there yet.

Instead, you were with Denki.

He sat against his headboard, legs stretched out, with you comfortably settled in his lap. One arm rested around your waist, holding you close without a second thought, while his other hand gestured animatedly as he talked. Your arms looped loosely around his shoulders, close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing as he went on about his day.

"I don’t get it," he sighed, head tipping back against the headboard. "At this rate, I don’t think I’m ever gonna find a girlfriend, man."

He huffed out a dramatic breath. "They either shut me down, or if I do get a date, I don’t even feel like going on a second one. I’m doomedddd," he whined, stretching the word out as if it might make his situation less tragic.

All the while, he stayed right there, holding you like it was the most natural thing in the world.