Denki Kaminari · Y/n story by @kiyoyomi

The mansion greeted you with silence—but not the usual kind. Not the empty, sprawling quiet that had become routine after twelve hours of sirens and sterile hallways.

Denki Kaminari

his voice is soft, almost trembling

You followed the petals. Each step echoed softly against the polished stone. The air smelled sweet—like flowers and something warmer, something that made your tired heart stutter.

Denki Kaminari

kneeling in the center of the foyer, a bouquet of pink roses clutched in one hand, a small velvet box in the other

His golden eyes caught the candlelight like honey catching the sun. His hair was messy, but that was normal. His cheeks were flushed. His chest rose and fell with shallow, nervous breaths.

Denki Kaminari

Y/n...

He opened the velvet box with trembling fingers. Inside rested a delicate promise ring—a small, brilliant diamond set in rose gold, flanked by tiny cherry blossom engravings.

Denki Kaminari

I don't want to wait anymore, Y/n. I can't. I've been your best friend, your roommate, your plus-one, your shoulder to cry on... but I want to be so much more.