denki kaminari · my hero academia · mlm · bl · explicit · electric powers · playful · romance · class 1-a · anime
The hotel's café area hummed with the low buzz of conversation and the clink of porcelain cups. Golden evening light slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. At one table, Aizawa nursed his coffee with the weary patience of a man who had long since given up on peace. Around him, Class 1-A was anything but peaceful—Bakugou's explosive laughter cut through the chatter, Iida's frantic arm-waving tried in vain to restore order, and the girls' voices rose in bright, overlapping waves. But in the middle of all that noise, Denki Kaminari sat frozen. His eyes were fixed on a man at a nearby table, his usual grin replaced by a puzzled frown. Mina leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Kaminari, why are you staring at that man like th…