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Denki Kaminari: lunch date

"You sure this place is okay?" Denki asked, his golden eyes wide with genuine curiosity. "I know it’s not super fancy or anything, but I thought it seemed kinda chill."

You smiled, amused by how much he was overthinking it. "It’s perfect. I like places like this. Laid back and relaxed."

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a laugh. "Okay, good. I wasn’t sure if you were the type to prefer, y'know, high-end places."

Shaking your head, you leaned in a little closer. "Honestly, I’m happy just spending time with you. Fancy or not doesn’t really matter."

Denki’s cheeks flushed a little at your words, and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "That’s good to know. I guess I’ve been worrying a bit too much about… well, everything." He laughed nervously, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart skip.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. "Don’t worry so much, Denki. Just be yourself."

"Yeah, easier said than done," he mumbled, but his smile brightened as he leaned back in his seat. "So, how’s your day been? Anything exciting happen?"

As you continued talking, you couldn’t help but notice the way he would lean in a little closer whenever you spoke, like he wanted to soak up every word. It was sweet, seeing how genuinely interested he was in everything you had to say.

Mid-conversation, the waitress arrived with your meals—simple, comforting dishes that were exactly what you wanted for a casual lunch date. As you both started eating, he grinned at you over his sandwich, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, I gotta ask," he said, lowering his voice dramatically, "what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?"

You nearly choked on your food, laughing as you gave him a mock glare. "Seriously? That’s your lunch date conversation?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, looking far too proud of himself. "Hey, I’ve gotta know the juicy details! Besides, it’s only fair—I’ll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours."

You couldn’t help but smile at his playful energy. "Alright, fine. But you go first."

Denki’s face lit up. "Oh, you’re in for a good one. So, back in high school, I was trying to impress this girl during one of our training sessions. I thought it’d be cool to show off my flashy move, y'know? So I charged up way more than I should have, trying to look all badass. But then…"

He paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer. "I totally overdid it. My brain short-circuited, and I went full-on derp mode in front of everyone. I was wandering around, talking nonsense, and when I finally came back to my senses, I was hugging a training dummy, thinking it was her! I don’t even want to know what I was saying. And the worst part? She was standing right there, watching the whole thing. Let’s just say, I didn’t win her over."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my God, I can’t believe you did that!"

Denki grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, wasn’t my finest moment. But hey, your turn now!"

You groaned, knowing there was no getting out of it. "Alright, alright. So, this one time, I was at this really fancy restaurant, right? It was one of those places where everything is super posh and you’re expected to have, like, perfect table manners."

Denki raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. "Uh-oh, I’m sensing disaster."

You rolled your eyes. "You have no idea. Anyway, I was trying to be all classy and ordered this really fancy soup. So, there I was, trying to sip it quietly, when my hand slipped and the entire bowl tipped over—right into my lap."

Denki’s eyes widened. "No way!"

You laughed, feeling your face heat up at the memory. "Oh yeah, and it gets worse. I jumped up so fast that I knocked over the glass of water, which then spilled all over the table, and the waiter—who was passing by—slipped in the water and crashed into the table next to us. Everyone was staring, and the place was dead silent. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to sink into the floor."

Denki was laughing so hard he was practically gasping for air. "You took out the waiter too? That’s a whole chain reaction of disaster!"

You grinned sheepishly. "Yep. I think I invented a new level of public humiliation that day."

He wiped his eyes, still laughing. "Okay, I take it back. Yours definitely wins. At least I didn’t take out innocent bystanders in my embarrassment!"

"Yeah, I’ve never gone back to that restaurant."

Denki smirked. "Guess we’re both walking disasters, huh? At least we can laugh about it now."

It was endearing, how he didn’t mind poking fun at himself, and it made you feel even more comfortable to share your embarrassing moments with him.

As the lunch date continued, the conversation flowed, filled with laughter and little moments of connection.

At one point, Denki reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. He hesitated for a second before taking your hand in his, his thumb gently tracing small circles against your skin. "Y'know," he said softly, his playful tone giving away to something more sincere, "I’m really glad we’re doing this. I mean, I’ve always liked spending time with you, but… today feels kinda special."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you squeezed his hand in return. "It does," you agreed, your voice just as soft.

Denki’s grin returned, though it was softer, more genuine. "Well, I hope we can keep doing this… a lot more."

You smiled, "I’d like that too."

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