Denki stood in front of Jiro, his hands clenched at his sides, his usual confidence utterly fried. Mina, Kirishima, and Sero peeked from behind the tree, whispering excitedly.
Jiro eyed him, waiting. "Well? You called me over for something, right?"
Denki took a deep breath, opened his mouth—and choked on air.
Jiro blinked. "Dude. Are you okay?"
Denki wheezed, shook his head furiously, then pointed both index fingers at her like a dramatic movie scene. "I—I like your face!"
Dead silence.
Jiro stared. Mina stared. Sero slowly covered his eyes. Kirishima physically winced.
Denki realized what he'd just said and immediately looked like he wanted to launch himself into the stratosphere. "No! I mean…I like YOU! Not just your face…your music and your…your whole Jironess! And….and yeah."
Jiro snorted. "My Jironess?"
Denki groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I should stop talking."
Mina, unable to contain herself, sprinted over and shook him. "BRO, WHAT KIND OF CONFESSION WAS THAT?!"
Sero sighed. "At least he didn't cry this time.
Jiro grinned, arms crossed. "Denki."
He peeked at her through his fingers. "Yeah?"
"You're an idiot," she said, then smirked, stepping closer. "But I like your idiot face too."
Denki short-circuited literally.
Denki was still short-circuiting. His hair was spiking, tiny sparks dancing around his fingertips as his brain struggled to process what just happened.
"You…you….wait. Did you just say?"
"That I like your idiot face?" Jiro smirked. "Yeah."
Denki's brain fully crashed. Sero sighed and clapped a hand over his own face. "We lost him."
Kirishima, ever the emotional support bro, grabbed Denki by the shoulders. "Come on, man! Say something! She's literally giving you the chance to respond!"
Denki blinked rapidly, then finally—
finally his brain rebooted. "OH. Oh. Uh…wow. WAIT. This means you actually….like me? Like, like-like me? I didn't hallucinate that?!"
Jiro sighed, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "Denki. Yes."
Denki let out a strangled, half-laugh-half-yell. "HOLY—Okay, okay, hold on." He took a deep breath, placed his hands on his hips, and puffed out his chest like he was about to say something super profound.
"I LIKE-LIKE YOU TOO!" he announced, loud enough that probably half the school heard it.
Mina cackled. "Dude, chill! She already knows!"
Jiro rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Denki, you're so dumb."
Denki grinned back. "And yet, I'm YOUR dumb idiot now!"
Jiro groaned. "I regret everything."
"No, you don't!" Denki wiggled his eyebrows, fully leaning into the chaos.
And just like that, he flopped onto the grass, overwhelmed but happier than he'd ever been. Mina took about three pictures of his starfish pose before Jiro nudged him with her foot.
"Come on, idiot, get up."
"Can't," Denki mumbled from the ground. "Too happy."
Jiro snorted. "You're impossible."
"Yeah," Denki said dreamily. "But you like me anyway."
Jiro rolled her eyes, but this time, she reached down and pulled him to his feet smiling the entire time.
Denki was still reeling from the fact that Jiro had, against all odds, actually reciprocated his feelings. It was such an unprecedented miracle that even his brain wasn't sure how to process it.
Mina, ever the agent of chaos, was practically vibrating. "Okay, Kaminari, now what?"
Denki blinked. "Huh?"
Sero sighed. "Dude. You just confessed. You're officially dating now. What's the move?"
Denki stared blankly into the void of his own excitement. "Oh my gosh, I did NOT think this far ahead."
Jiro rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at her lips. "Typical."
Kirishima clapped a hand on Denki's back, nearly sending him stumbling forward. "Alright, bro! Time to be a responsible boyfriend! You gotta make a solid first impression!"
Mina gasped. "Ooh, take her out! A date! Make it cute!"
Denki pointed at Jiro dramatically. "Jiro."
She raised an eyebrow. "Denki."
"You," he said, "Me. Food. Now."
Jiro snorted. "Are you asking me out or threatening me?"
Denki looked mildly panicked. "Asking! Definitely asking!"
Mina gave a thumbs-up. "Smooth recovery, buddy."
Jiro, despite herself, laughed. "Alright, fine. But if you short-circuit and fry the restaurant's power, I'm ditching you."
Denki gave her a determined look. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen."
Kirishima nodded seriously. "We believe in you."
Mina sniffled dramatically. "Our boy is growing up."
Sero sighed. "He just confessed. Let's not give him too much credit."
Denki ignored them, turning to Jiro with sparkles in his eyes. "Okay! Date time! Let's go!"
Denki and Jiro arrived at a cozy little diner just off campus. It wasn't fancy, but that was fine—Denki knew his strengths, and "classy sophistication" was **not** one of them.
Jiro glanced around, nodding. "Good choice. Chill vibes."
Denki beamed. "Right?! Plus, the food is amazing! I basically live off their fries."
They grabbed a booth, and for the first three minutes, everything was surprisingly normal. They ordered food. They talked casually. Nothing exploded.
And then, it happened.
Denki, in his infinite wisdom, decided to do the thing that was guaranteed to go wrong: He attempted the "cool guy casual lean."
With a smirk, he stretched one arm over the back of the booth, trying to look effortlessly confident. Unfortunately, physics had other plans. His elbow slipped off the edge, causing him to faceplant **directly** into the table. Hard.
Jiro blinked. "...Are you serious?"
Denki groaned, lifting his head. "I—I was trying to be—" He paused, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, I don't even have an excuse for that."
Jiro laughed. Out loud.Not just a tiny smirk, a full actual laugh that sent sparks flying through Denki's brain more than any electricity could.
"That was so dumb," she said, still chuckling. "You really can't go five minutes without causing chaos, huh?"
Denki, fully accepting his fate, grinned. "Hey, at least I'm entertaining!"
Jiro shook her head, still smiling, and Denki swore he'd fall on ten more tables if it meant he could make her laugh like that again.
After the food arrived, they ate, chatting more easily now. And then—
Mina burst into the diner, dragging Sero and Kirishima behind her.
Jiro sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You guys followed*us?"
Mina grinned. "Excuse YOU, we're INVESTED."
Sero shrugged. "We were supposed to give him space, but Mina refused."
Denki slammed his hands on the table. "Mina, come on! At least let me mess up this date on my own!"
Jiro smirked. "Yeah, no help needed there."
Denki sighed. "True."
Despite the interruption, Jiro and Denki continued their date—an absolute mess, but honestly? It was perfectly them.
After the diner fiasco where Mina practically live-commentated the entire experience like a sports analyst Denki and Jiro found themselves walking back to campus, side by side.
"So, uh…" Denki scratched the back of his neck. "Was that like a good first date? Or did I just speed-run every possible failure scenario?"
Jiro smirked. "You tripped. Almost fell face-first into your plate. Got publicly embarrassed by Mina. And somehow, despite all of that…" She turned to him, and Denki's heart did several backflips. "Yeah. I'd say it was good."
Denki froze in place, his brain short-circuiting all over again. "Wait. Hold on. You—"
Jiro rolled her eyes. "Yes, idiot. I had fun."
Denki pumped his fists in the air like he just won a championship. "LET'S GO! SUCCESS!"
Jiro sighed, shaking her head, but she was smiling.
Then, because Denki Kaminari cannot leave well enough alone, he grinned and said, "Sooooo, does that mean we're official now? Like, actual boyfriend and girlfriend? You're gonna deal with me permanently?"
Jiro raised an eyebrow. "You say 'deal with' like I haven't been putting up with you for years."
Denki gasped dramatically. "Wow. I feel so loved right now."
Jiro laughed. "Yes, Kaminari. We're official."
Denki dropped to his knees on the sidewalk. "LORD ABOVE, THANK YOU FOR THIS MIRACLE."
Jiro groaned, grabbed his hoodie, and dragged him back up. "Okay, that's enough."
Denki wiggled his eyebrows. "Ohhh, my girlfriend is touching me~"
Jiro shoved him. "Shut up."
Denki grinned even harder. "NEVER."
Despite her exasperation, Jiro couldn't help smiling too. Maybe he was a disaster… but he was her disaster.
It had been a couple of days since their eventful first date, and somehow, despite the teasing from literally everyone, Denki and Jiro were still officially together.
Denki had already leaned way into boyfriend status, dramatically declaring things like, "I am the luckiest man alive " every time Jiro even slightly acknowledged his existence.
Jiro had tolerated it. Barely.
And now, they were hanging out on the rooftop again, watching the evening sky turn into soft shades of pink and orange.
Denki, never one for silence, suddenly blurted out, "Sooo, uh… we haven't kissed yet."
Jiro paused.
Denki realized what he just said and immediately began sweating. "WAIT. WAIT. I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT OUT LOUD!"
Jiro blinked, then smirked. "You panicked and said it out loud anyway?"
Denki buried his face in his hands. "YES. PLEASE IGNORE IT."
Jiro, very much not ignoring it, turned fully toward him. "So. You wanna fix that?"
Denki froze, "Wait—what?"
Jiro sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "You really are dumb."
Before Denki could short-circuit into another dimension, Jiro grabbed his hoodie, tugged him closer, and finally kissed him.
Denki forgot how to function. His brain, his limbs, his entire existence just gone.
When Jiro pulled away, she raised an eyebrow at his stunned expression. "Wow. You actually shut up for once."
Denki literally rebooted in real time. "YOU—YOU JUST—WE JUST—OH MY GOSH!"
Jiro laughed. "Denki. Breathe."
Denki grinned so hard it hurt. "Do it again."
Jiro rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
And then she kissed him again anyway.
Now that Denki had officially discovered the secret method to shutting him up, Jiro had become slightly too powerful in their relationship.
It started off small.
Denki was yelling during game night? Smooch.
Denki was overexcited during lunch? Smooch.
Denki was trying to dramatically rant about how "electric types deserve more respect in Pokémon"?" Smooch.
Each time, he froze, completely short-circuited, and forgot every single thing he was saying. And Jiro? Oh, she loved it.
"I literally cannot function when you do that," Denki groaned after the third kiss interruption in one day.
Jiro smirked. "That's why it works."
Denki squinted at her. "You enjoy this too much."
Jiro shrugged. "I do."
Denki gasped dramatically, grabbing her hands. "JIRO, YOU'RE ABUSING YOUR POWER."
Jiro leaned in slightly. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Denki opened his mouth, fully prepared to throw a dramatic speech about justice and fairness.
Smooch.
Denki immediately shut up.
Jiro smirked. "Exactly."
Denki, completely fried "I AM LIVING IN FEAR."
Mina, watching all of this unfold: "This is the best thing I've ever seen."
And thus, Denki Kaminari officially entered a new phase of his life one where his own girlfriend had the ultimate shutdown method against his chaos. He was both thrilled and terrified.