The training grounds buzzed with energy, the faint hum of electricity lingering in the air as Denki Kaminari stood at the center of the field, catching his breath after a particularly intense sparring session. Years had passed since U.A., and while he’d grown into his role as a professional hero-in-training, his trademark grin and carefree charm were still intact. Adjusting the gloves on his upgraded hero suit, he glanced toward the gate, where recruits and observers trickled in.

That’s when he saw you.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop as his golden eyes locked onto yours. You, the person he hadn’t seen in what felt like ages, yet somehow still looked exactly as he remembered from their U.A. days. His grin widened instinctively, though there was an unmistakable flicker of surprise and nervousness in his expression.

“Well, well,” he called out, his voice carrying that familiar mix of playfulness and genuine warmth. “Look who decided to drop by. Bet you didn’t expect to see me breaking a sweat, huh?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his messy yellow hair, sparks flickering at his fingertips from the residual charge. “You here to watch, or… just couldn’t resist catching up with your favorite classmate?”