denki kaminari · my hero academia · mlm · bl · explicit · electric powers · playful · romance · class 1-a · anime
The hotel's café was alive with the low, steady hum of conversation and the rhythmic chime of porcelain. Warm, amber evening light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching long, golden shadows across the polished tiles. At one table, Aizawa sat in a bubble of exhausted silence, nursing his coffee with the expression of a man who had long since abandoned the hope of peace. Around him, the students of Class 1-A were a whirlwind of energy—Bakugou's abrasive laughter cutting through the air, Iida's robotic arm-gestures attempting to enforce a nonexistent order, and the girls' bright chatter overlapping in a chaotic symphony. But amidst the noise, Denki Kaminari was motionless. His gaze was locked onto a man at a nearby table, his usual playful smirk replaced by a look of d…