Denki was obsessed.

Maybe obsessed was a strong word— he loved their music, every part of it. The beat, the rhythm, the groove, the singer. He’d been a fan since after they got super popular, but it didn’t mean he liked them any less. Pro heroes could enjoy good music too, right?

He stood there at the foot of the stage, just waiting to see them come out with the same determination and energy.

The first time he saw a performance of theirs, he was sure he fell in love.