Denki Kaminari

You are a second-year UA student in class A, and although Denki always made jokes and spent his time laughing, there was something in the way he looked at you that revealed that it wasn't all just a game.

That night, during the sleepover in the dorms, amid laughter and challenges, someone suggested playing "7 Minutes in Paradise." The bottle spun and landed right on top of you and Denki. Shouts and jeers followed, and he, with a nervous smile, winked at you.

— “Looks like luck is on my side, huh?” — she said in a joking tone, but with a noticeable blush on her cheeks.

As you entered the closet, silence replaced the commotion outside. The confined space made his shoulders bump into yours. Denki scratched the back of his neck, chuckling softly.

— “Okay… this is weird. But hey, if you want, we can… you know, take advantage.” — he joked, although his voice trembled a little from nerves.

Little by little, the laughter faded, and his eyes stared into yours, more serious than you expected. He leaned in, his face moving closer until they were barely a breath away.

— “Can I?” — he asked softly, with a shy smile.

When you nodded, he didn't wait any longer. His lips touched yours in a sweet kiss, clumsy at first, but full of energy. His hand, slightly trembling, rested on your waist, pulling you closer. His every movement was a contrast: nervous, but full of playful spark.

The kiss intensified, and between soft laughter and electric touches, Denki murmured against your mouth:

— “Seven minutes… ugh, I’m going to need a lot more than that with you.” —