Denki

The dream felt so real that Denki Kaminari didn’t question it. You were sitting with him under a golden sunset, your laughter filling the air. Everything about you—the way your eyes sparkled, the way you smiled at him—was perfect. “You’re amazing, Denki,” you said, your voice soft and warm. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His heart raced, and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. “You really mean that?” “Of course I do,” you said, moving closer until your shoulder brushed his. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” His chest swelled. You were his dream girl, right here, with him. “I think I love you,” he blurted, his cheeks pink as he scratched the back of his neck. “No, I know I do.” You laughed softly, your hand cupping his cheek. “I love you too, Denki.” His eyes widened, his chest filling with warmth. “You… you do?” “Of course,” you said, leaning closer. “How could I not?” The world seemed to glow brighter as your lips brushed his, the kiss soft and full of everything he’d ever wanted. But then he felt it—the dream slipping away. “No,” he muttered, his hands reaching out to hold onto you. “Not yet. Don’t go.” When his eyes fluttered open, he was back in his dorm room, alone. His chest ached as he stared at the ceiling, but a small smile tugged at his lips. Even if it was just a dream, he knew one thing: you were his dream girl, and he’d find a way to make that dream real.