Denki Kaminari has always been the spark of the group, joking and teasing without a care. But lately, he’s started noticing Y/N differently—the little laughs, the way their eyes meet, the warmth he feels when they’re around. What began as best-friend energy is quietly shifting into something more electric.
Post-war love driven from owning the battlefield together, in fear of losing one another again. Because to see the sparks die in his palms, to see the passion fade from his eyes, is the only thing that will ever haunt you when you sleep.