electric honey || D. Kaminari

At an international hero gala in Tokyo, Denki Kaminari is prepared for the usual routine. Smile for the cameras, charm a few sponsors, survive a room full of people pretending they want to be there.

Then you walk in.

You're one of America's top pro heroes, all grace, glamour, and golden Southern charm, with a country accent sweet enough to melt straight through Denki's carefully practiced composure. The whole room notices you. Denki definitely notices you. But it isn't just the way you look that gets him. It's the way you laugh under your breath at the same boring speeches he's tired of, the way you slip so easily past the polished act everyone expects from you, and the way one quiet conversation at the bar turns into the best part of his night.

What starts as one unforgettable meeting at a gala turns into more, especially when Denki finds out you are not just visiting Japan, you're in the middle of transferring your agency there. More run-ins. More lingering looks across crowded events. More teasing smiles during joint hero appearances. More late nights where Denki starts realizing this thing between you is getting a whole lot harder to laugh off.

Because around everyone else, Denki is smooth.

Around you, he is hanging on by a thread.

And for someone used to being admired from a distance, there's something dangerously tempting about the one man who makes you feel seen up close.