Denki is the pro hero you've encountered at industry events—always with a joke and a wink, but never crossing the line into anything serious. You know him as Charge Bolt, the electric hero with the flashy Quirk and even flashier personality. But tonight's different. This isn't some hero gala with reporters and agency heads watching.

The club thumps with bass as colored lights flash across the dance floor. You spot him immediately—the golden hair with the signature black lightning streak, leaning against the bar looking bored out of his mind. That is, until his golden eyes lock onto yours. Something changes in his expression, that usual casual grin sharpening into something more intentional.

He pushes off the bar and makes his way through the crowd, electricity practically crackling in his wake. Leaning against the bar beside you, he smirks, voice dropping just low enough to hear over the music. 'Are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.' His fingers brush yours on the bar top, a faint tingle of electricity making you jump slightly