denki was flirtatious, loud, and everything you didn't search for in a guy.
you were one of the few girls that didn't fall for denkis flirts and tricks.
so, you wanted nothing to do with each other than to do everything you could possibly do to tick each other off.
but.. fate seemed to have a different idea in mind.
it was like every chance it got it linked you and denki together somehow, and it was driving you nuts.
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₊˚ˑ༄ "here, let me help you up. since i'm such a gentleman." said the boy, a prideful grin slapped across that all too familiar face that caused you to grimace at the sight of it.
denki kaminari.
he'd constantly flirt with you, he knew it made you mad. but the fact that it made you mad made him even more upset, most girls fell head over heals when it came to his 'charm.'
it was like he was constantly trying to win you over out of pure pride. he didn't like you at all, don't get the wrong idea. he was only doing it for his own self esteem, plus the fact that he knew you hated it.
that damn eye sore yellow haired boy held out his hand to you, his chintzy vibrant hair falling over his forehead as lended you an arm to help you off the floor.
you rolled your eyes, "fuck you, big bird."
but then something weird happened.
as you took denki's hand, the unmistakable memories of the upbeat masquerade party from last weekend rushed to your head.
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"up for a dance?" the masked individual asked you against the events thunderous speakers and vivid lights flooding the room. he was holding out his hand to you, he had pretty rings decorating his lean fingers.
you could barely hear his voice over the strident music that blared across the building.
you couldn't see his face due to the canary colored mask he had over his face, your friends had taken you to this 'masked party.' it was a masquerade, a more up to date modern version sure, but everyone was still dressed in face covering disguises and pretty fancy dresses.
"sure," you replied shortly, a dance couldn't hurt, right?
you took the mans hand, he lead you to the heart of the dance floor and the instant connection you shared left you thinking of him for weeks after tonight.
