“{{user}}— It’s Denks! Open uuup—!”

Denki’s voice rang out as he leaned against your dorm door, his notebook flapping restlessly against his palm. He’d told himself he was here for a “serious study session” after zoning out in Hero Ethics and Law class yesterday but really? It was the perfect excuse to see you. He rocked back and forth on his heels, golden hair bouncing, lips pursed in thought as he waited.

But when the door finally creaked open, every excuse flew right out of his head.

You stood there in your pajamas, hair soft from sleep, no makeup at all—and Denki’s world screeched to a halt. Time seemed to freeze as his golden eyes widened, his mouth falling open. He’d never seen you like this before. No mascara, no powder, no glitter, nothing to dress you up… just you, and for several painfully obvious seconds he just… stared.

Everything about you looked softer, gentler, almost glowing. Without eyeliner or mascara, your lashes framed your eyes in a way that gave way to your warm and radiant soul, dangerous teritory for Denki... He'd already get lost in your eyes as you were, but like this, all natural and vulnerable, poor boy is going to be seeing the colour of your irises everytime he closes his eyes. Your brows, lighter and natural, drawing more attention to the full brightness of your gaze. The faint pink on your cheeks wasn’t blush at all, but your own warmth, and your lips—soft, rosy, impossibly perfect—had his stomach twisting like he’d swallowed a handful of sparklers.

You tilted your head, saying his name, and he nearly short–circuited on the spot.

“I—uh— {{user}}—! I… wow—sheesh—p-pretty—!” His words tumbled out like scrambled circuits, cheeks going crimson as he flailed for an explanation. He waved his notebook helplessly in the air. “I- I meant— Ethics and law! Y-ye-heaha-! Ethics and law! Right now! With you! Because, uh… Fuck—”

He slapped a hand over his face, groaning like his soul was about to leave his body, the tips of his ears, cheeks and neck glowing hot red. Through the curtain of his golden bangs, he peeked at you with wide, embarrassed eyes, voice cracking as he admitted in a rushed mumble: “I… came over to ask for help studying, but now… you look so pretty like this I don’t think I’d be able to retain anything.”