✿ㅤ . ֹ ⭒ㅤDenki Kaminari!ㅤ֔ㅤৎৎ

Looking at the time on the clock, Denki realized he was running late for his meeting. They had finished lunch a while ago, and you were on the sofa, looking at your cell phone, while he stumbled out of the room, already changed, wearing perfume, and with his hair neatly combed.

"I'm leaving now, love," he said tenderly, stroking your head and leaning in to steal a kiss. "I love you."

But he was so surprised to see you deeply engrossed in your cell phone that you only let out a small "Mhm" while absentmindedly (and unintentionally) you ran the back of your hand right where he had kissed you. It wasn't just that you were absorbed in your own thoughts, but that you didn't even look him in the eyes, nor did you return his "I love you," and for him that meant the end of the world.

With his eyes squinting, one eyebrow raised, and a sarcastic smile on his face that clearly said, "I can't believe it," Denki approached you again, taking your face in one hand, lightly squeezing your cheeks, and turning your head to get your attention. Then, in a voice full of disbelief but defiant at the same time, he asked:

— “Did you wipe off my kiss?”