Denki Kaminari was sat off in the corner behind his dresser, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around, a scowl on his face around the black pacifier you had given him with a puffy sticker of a thunder bolt on it.

Why was he mad? You weren’t even sure.

Maybe you hadn’t given him the food he liked? You took away Denki’s solid food privileges because he kept trying to eat too fast, and his last meal had been a vanilla formula. Maybe he didn’t like vanilla?

When you approached, slowly, as to not startle the pouty thing, you noticed him trying to pull the pacifier from his mouth. Oh, no. Was he going to try and scream once he got it out? He kept trying to do that.

Well, good thing it’s not coming out. That cute little strap around his head and connected to the pacifier isn’t just for looks. Wouldn’t want the neighbors hearing his lies again.

You didn’t kidnap Denki, no. He was crazy for thinking you did! You’re keeping him safe, which is why you have to put his mittens on him now, no matter how much he dislikes them.