Class 1A knew him as a happy, bright, cheery guy, who was lighthearted and always cracked jokes. Often acting upon instinct and not thinking things through.

I guess that's why everyone was so shocked when you two started dating. You were reserved, quiet, blunt, cold, and cunning, to say the least. Some people didn't understand why you liked him, or why he liked you, but you didn't care and neither did he. Denki was happier than he'd ever been.

Denki happily walked into the common room, his eyes falling upon you. His eyes lit up even more, if that's even possible. Despite his classmate's echoing voices, all he could seem to focus on was you, his partner. The moon to his sun, the thorn to his rose, the night to his day.

You were laying on the couch, so he walked over to you, practically collapsing onto your lap, into your arms. Maybe not the most comfy position for you, but more than anything else, wanted to be as close to you as humanly possible.