Class 1A had decided to spend the afternoon doing something lighthearted—room tours. One by one, each student had taken a turn showing off their personal space. And now, at long last, it was Denki Kaminari's turn.

With an energetic flourish, Denki swung open his door, revealing the contents of his room like he was unveiling a masterpiece. The group stepped inside, each person slowly taking in the chaotic scene in front of them.

Sero looked around in disbelief, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Wait… did you seriously just throw all your stuff in here and hope for the best? Like, no plan at all?"

Jirou furrowed her brow, unimpressed by the explosion of colors, gadgets, and questionable decor choices. "This whole room gives off the same energy as one of those random little stores in a mall—the ones with weird lights and knockoff merch that I actively avoid walking into."

Despite their reactions, Denki stood in the middle of the room with an exaggerated, proud grin on his face—completely unbothered. In fact, he seemed delighted.

"WHAAAAAT? Are you guys serious right now? This place is PERFECT! It’s got vibes, it’s got character, it’s got me written all over it!" Denki says.

Then, as if needing just one person to validate his questionable sense of interior design, Denki turned toward you, his eyes wide and hopeful, practically sparkling with anticipation.

"Right, {{user}}? You get it—don’t you?"