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Denki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of his soulmarks when he got them. For one, he got them, and that in itself was exciting. For every pairing of soulmates only one would actually know their soulmates first words before they spoke them, the other would have to wait until they actually met before they appeared. For two, well…he got them . As in, there was more than one sentence written across his wrist. There were three to be exact, written down his wrist like a list.
Having multiple soulmates wasn’t exactly unheard of. To some it was even seen as a wonder, that multiple people were destined to all love each other to such an extent. That was how Denki liked to view it. He had a lot of love to give, ever since he was a child he put as much effort as possible into making others feel good, so it came as no surprise to him that he had more than one soulmate. However, not everyone shared his sentiment. When he first got his soulmarks and began proudly showing them off to his classmates a couple had laughed at him or insulted him for having more than one. They told him he was weird, a defect, that he’d never be as loved as those who only had one soulmate. Over time, the words built up until he couldn’t handle them anymore. He was still proud of his multiple soulmarks in secret, but he chose to start covering them up with long sleeves. And when he wore short sleeves, he used makeup to hide the two most egregious ones.
Which brought him to the third reason his soulmarks were such an enigma to him.
“Don’t tell me you’re my fucking soulmate.”
“Wait, what the hell?”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Charming. Surely those three interactions were going to be wonderful and not at all awkward.
When he had first gotten his soulmarks he’d stared at them for a solid five minutes in pure confusion. Just last week his friend Jirou had shown him her soulmark, an elegantly written “excuse me, forgive me if this is unusual to say, but you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” and now he was being greeted with quite possibly three of the least dreamy first sentences ever spoken. He was still excited, of course, but his mood was admittedly dampened when he read the words. It seemed like all of his soulmates were going to be annoyed with him upon their first ever meeting, which didn’t exactly bode well for the blossoming romance he’d been hoping to have since he was first able to conceptualize it. Regardless, he kept his hopes up. Surely his first meetings with his soulmates couldn’t be that bad, right?
—
Denki was caught up in the late afternoon foot traffic of campus, students rushing to and fro to either get to their next lecture or get home as fast as possible. Denki was in the former half of the group, having only just gotten himself to the literature building in time to not be totally late to his first class by forcing himself through the sea of people as fast as possible. His shift at the on-campus coffee shop he worked at in the mornings had run a little late, making it so he had to make a mad dash to get to his dorm and grab his backpack instead of the leisurely stroll he’d usually take. He also hadn’t had time to change, which was why he was still wearing his darker work outfit instead of the more vibrant colors he was used to. The whole situation left him frazzled, which was probably why he didn’t realize he was running straight for another student until he had already sent them both to the ground.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” He said immediately, scrambling to help pick up the books that’d been knocked from the other person's hands. There was a beat of silence from them before they spoke, their voice gruff and angry.
“Don’t tell me you’re my fucking soulmate.”
Denki’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes wide as he froze. He took in the boy who was apparently his soulmate, an explosion of ashen-blonde hair framing the scowl on his face. Denki vaguely recognized him from one of his classes. Though they’d obviously never spoken, he was sure he’d listened to this voice tear apart his classmates in debates before. As if his first words weren’t enough to let Denki know that this guy wasn’t exactly friendly. “Uh…sorry?”
“Fucking hell.” The guy grumbled, getting off the ground and snatching his books from Denki’s hands. “Look here, dunce face, I’m not exactly in the mood for all this soulmate shit right now, I have to get to class.”
“Shit, so do I!” Denki said, now firmly sure he was going to be late to his lecture. He swung his backpack around to dig in the front pocket, retrieving a small slip of paper. It was an idea he’d come up with when he was in high school, to write his name and phone number on pieces of paper that he could give his soulmates if he ever ran into them but didn’t have time to get to know them immediately. He put the paper on the stack of books his soulmate was holding before he took off in the direction of his classroom. “Call me!”
It wasn’t until he sat down in his lecture hall—thankfully only a couple minutes late—that he realized not only that it might not have been the best idea to put someone who clearly wasn’t that interested in charge of reaching out, but that he never even got the guy’s name. Damnit.
—
True to his mistake, Denki didn’t hear from his soulmate for a good three months after their first meeting. He’d tried to talk to him after class every now and again, but he always seemed to have an excuse to get out as soon as possible, so after a while Denki just stopped trying. He had two other soulmates out there anyway, maybe things would go better with them.
In the meantime, however, he tried to take his mind off things in the most stereotypical college student way he possibly could—a party.
Though, to be fair, going to it wasn’t exactly his idea. Mina had shown up at his dorm an hour after his last class of the day, told him to get changed, and dragged him across campus to some random dorm he was barely sure anyone inside even knew the owners of. Still, before he knew it he was being swept up in the atmosphere, talking to strangers in a barely lit room with a plastic cup filled with beer.
He’s not even sure what he said to make it happen, but one moment he was talking to some random guy he was pretty sure was on the university’s basketball team and the next he was being pushed backwards into the crowd. He stumbled, slipping and falling backwards. He fully expected to collide with the floor, to be left lying there staring up at the ceiling until Mina found him at the end of the night, but at the last second arms hooked themselves under his armpits and his head knocked against someone’s chest instead of the floorboards.
He tilted his head up to look at his savior and knew that, had he been more sober, he would’ve jumped out of his skin at the sight of the boy looking down at him. Instead, he just grinned. “Hey.”
“Fucking hell.” He grumbled, barely audible over the blasting music and shouted conversations. His soulmate righted him, standing him up and seemingly turning to walk away. Denki grabbed his arm. “What?”
“You really think I’m just gonna let you walk away again?” Denki asked, getting shoved a little closer by the pushing crowd. The boy shrugged. “Well think again, bucko.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“That’s what you always say!” Denki argued, vaguely aware of how his words were slurring together. “What is so wrong with me that you never have time to speak a single word to me, huh? We’re soulmates y’know, that means something.”
“No, it doesn’t.” The blonde ripped his arm away. “Leave me the fuck alone, would you?”
“At least tell me your name!” Denki shouted, grabbing onto him again.
“For christ’s sake.” The boy said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “It’s Bakugou.”
“Well, Bakugou, I think that you—” Denki barely got a second of warning before he felt the burning coming up his throat, doubling over as he choked vomit out onto Bakugou’s shoes. The people around them groaned and hissed and moved away. Denki lifted his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and smirking at the disgust on Bakugou’s face. “ Suck .”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Bakugou boomed, and even more people seemed to clear out, like they were just now realizing who’d gotten thrown up on and were scared to be in the aftermath. Others seemed to get closer, staring at them and even shouting for them to fight. Denki couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as Bakugou continued to seeth.
“What? You gonna punch me?” Denki laughed. “Do it then, punch me! Bring it on!”
Bakugou stared at him for a few seconds, then at the people watching them, before scoffing loudly. He wrapped a hand around Denki’s wrist and started dragging him through the crowd. “Out of the way, assholes!”
“Wha—hey!” Denki shouted, hearing some of the people behind him “ooh” like he was a child being called to the principal's office. He glared holes through Bakugou’s back the whole way out of the dorm, and once they were too far away to hear the booming music and Bakugou finally turned to face him, he blew up. “What the hell was that for?”
“I wasn’t going to fight you for those jackasses.” Bakugou said as though that was any form of an explanation.
“So you dragged me out here to fight without an audience, then?”
“For fuck’s sake!” He shouted. “I’m not going to fight you!”
“Why not?” Denki goaded him. “I threw up on your shoes.”
“And I’m fucking pissed about it, but I’m not going to beat up my soulmate.” Bakugou snapped, and Denki was caught off-guard by the acknowledgment of them being soulmates. “Now are you gonna throw up again or what?”
“No.” Denki said, only half sure. “I think.”
“Good. Where the hell’s your dorm?” Bakugou asked, pulling out his phone.
“Building 1-A.” He answered.
“Well that makes things easy.” He mumbled under his breath. Denki didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant by that. “Come on, I’ll walk you there.”
“I can walk myself.” Denki said, taking a step back.
“No you can’t, you’re drunk.”
“So?”
“For the love of god, dunce face, just let me walk you to your dorm.”
“Why should I?” Denki bit out. “You seriously think you can ignore me and treat me like shit for three months and then waltz back in and act all chivalrous? Yeah, right. I know your games, Bakugou.”
“Fucking—It’s not like that.” Bakugou said.
“Seems pretty like that to me.” Denki argued. “How come you never called me?”
“Because—”
Denki cut him off before he could try making another excuse. “Because you’re an asshole? Because you don’t want to even give us being soulmates a chance? Because you think I’m stupid?”
“Because I already have a fucking soulmate!” Bakugou yelled, and it seemed like the world stuttered to a stop. “I already have someone, and I…like him. I don’t want this second-soulmate bullshit with you to fuck that up.”
“You have three, actually.” Denki said, not thinking until Bakugou whipped his head up and looked like he was going to flip out that it might not have been the best choice of words. “Or, I mean, we do.”
Denki rolled up his sleeve, revealing the soulmate tattoos hidden beneath it. Bakugou read them and physically deflated. “Goddamnit.”
“It’s not weird.” Denki said immediately, so used to the insults being spat at him whenever he showed his soulmarks. “We’re not weird.”
Bakugou stayed silent, running a palm down his face. “How am I going to explain this to Kirishima?”
“I mean, I think he’d get the message pretty clearly if I just introduced myself to him.” Denki shrugged.
“Right. Fuck.” Bakugou stared off into the distance. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“To Kirishima?” Denki asked.
“To your dorm, dumbass.” Bakugou said, already walking. “It’s too late for this tonight. You’ll meet him eventually.”
“Promise?” Denki asked, running to catch up with him.
“For the love of…yeah, fine. I promise.”
“Pinky promise?” Denki held out his pinky, Bakugou looked like he was contemplating his entire existence.
“No.”
“Please?” Denki asked, dragging out the word and putting on his best kicked-puppy face. Bakugou groaned and begrudgingly held out his pinky to complete the pinky promise. Denki beamed. “Yay!”
“What the fuck did I do to get two dumbasses for soulmates?”
“Kirishima’s a dumbass too?” Denki asked, sounding far too excited to be asking.
“Regrettably.” Bakugou huffed. “Let’s fucking hope for everyone’s sanity that the third one is normal.”
Denki laughed. The two continued walking, with Denki intermittently bothering Bakugou with some stupid question about either him or their other soulmate. Eventually, they ended up in front of the door to his dorm room. “Thanks for walking me, Bakugou!”
“Whatever.” Bakugou said, rubbing his eyes. “Get some sleep, dunce face.”
“I will!” Denki said, opening the door, and walking inside. He had been slowly sobering up while they walked, throwing up having gotten a lot of the alcohol out of his blood stream, and now his head pounded with the force of an oncoming hangover. He groaned as he got into bed, the light of his phone screen hurting his eyes as he texted Mina to tell her he’d gone home by himself so that she wouldn’t spend forever looking for him when she decided to leave. He was about to set his phone on his nightstand when a sudden idea hit him, and he opened up google to search for nearby shoe stores.
—
Finding Bakugou’s dorm turned out to be way more difficult than Denki thought it’d be. He’d had to hunt down multiple people who he thought might have a connection to him but none of them knew where he actually lived. As it turned out, Bakugou was an incredibly closed off guy, and the only reason he was even able to find his dorm at all was because his roommate Sero turned out to be friends with Bakugou’s roommate. Even more fortunately, they were in the same building.
So there he stood in front of what was hopefully Bakugou’s dorm a week after the party with a box of shoes that would hopefully fit him. He knocked twice before the door opened and he was greeted by a boy with spiky red hair standing in the doorway.
“Hello! Does Bakugou live here?” Denki asked. Now, he suspected that Bakugou’s roommate was Kirishima, but he hadn’t actually asked for confirmation from Sero or Bakugou himself, so he was pleasantly surprised when Kirishima’s wrist began to glow with the imprinting of a soulmark. He, on the other hand, seemed thoroughly shocked.
“Wait, what the hell?” Kirishima gaped. “I already have a soulmate.”
Denki frowned. “Did Bakugou not tell you?”
“Not tell me?” Kirishima asked, before turning to yell into the dormroom. “Kats! We have another soulmate?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, is he here?” Denki heard Bakugou call back from inside the dorm.
“Yes!” Kirishima said, looking back at Denki exasperated. He sighed. “Here, come inside, we’ll work this out.”
Denki nodded, allowing himself to be ushered into the room. Bakugou was sat at his desk, pouring over a textbook, he looked up at the two of them as Kirishima closed the door. “So?”
“So?” Bakugou asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me we had another soulmate?”
“I did tell you.” Bakugou shrugged and Kirishima shook his head.
“No. You didn’t.”
“Yes. I did.” Bakugou said. “Last week after I came home from that party Deku forced me to go to.”
“When you came home with vomit all over your shoes?”
“Ooh, yeah, sorry about that.” Denki hissed, Kirishima just whipped his head around to look at him. “I bought you new ones though to make up for it!”
Bakugou looked up at him when he said that. “Don’t be stupid, you don’t have to waste your money on me.”
“I wanted to.” Denki said, walking over and setting the shoe box down on the desk. “And if it makes it easier to accept, it’s not a gift, it’s an apology.”
Bakugou glared at him before nodding. “Fine. Apology accepted.”
“Let me get this straight.” Kirishima said. “We have another soulmate, you met at some party, he threw up on your shoes, and now he’s hunted down our dorm to give you new ones. Did I get it all?”
“Almost!” Denki said, watching as Kirishima let out a heavy sigh. “We met three months before the party, actually, we just didn’t really talk until then.”
“Also we have another soulmate.” Bakugou said.
Kirishima quirked a brow. “Yeah? I said that?”
“Another, another soulmate.” Bakugou clarified, a bit unhelpfully.
“There’s four of us!” Denki cheered, pulling up his shirt sleeve to show off the marks.
Kirishima looked like he was either gonna pass out or start screaming. Thankfully he did neither, instead opting to just stare blankly between Denki and Bakugou. “Dude.”
“Cool, right?” Denki asked.
“I guess?” Kirishima said, his face still contorted into an expression Denki couldn’t quite name. “I mean, I guess this makes sense. I always thought it was weird that neither of us had our soulmarks before we met. That really should’ve been our first clue.”
“Yeah, probably.” Denki shrugged. “But you know why now! It’s because I got them.”
“No shit.” Bakugou commented from where he was still staring down at his textbook.
“So, uh, what now?” Kirishima asked. “I mean, do we look for our last soulmate or do we just function as like a…a…What do you call this?”
“A polycule. Or a throuple. There’s a few names for it.” Bakugou said. He looked up to see them staring at him. “What? Am I the only person in this goddamn relationship who does their research?”
“Are we a relationship?” Denki asked, the concept exciting.
“What else would we be, dunce face?” Bakugou snarked.
“I mean, if we’re all okay with being a relationship, then I guess we are one.” Kirishima grinned. Denki grinned back, staring for just a little too long. “What?”
Denki wasn’t quite sure what possessed him to do it, call it the magnetic attraction between soulmates, but the next thing he knew he was pressing his lips against Kirishima’s. As he pulled back, he was greeted with wide red eyes and he immediately flushed. “Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
Kirishima coughed. “No, it’s uh…it’s okay. You’re pretty good at that.”
Denki was about to sputter out some sort of thank you, maybe another apology, when he was suddenly whirled around and being pulled into another, much rougher kiss. He gawked as Bakugou pulled back and went straight for Kirishima, doing the same thing—though Kirishima seemed much more prepared for the ferocity of Bakugou than Denki had been—before stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest with a satisfied smirk on his face. Denki ran a hand through his hair. “So, uh, throuple?”
“Throuple works.” Kirishima said, a little breathless.
“I’ll make dinner.” Bakugou turned and brushed past them towards the kitchen. Kirishima lit up, grabbing Denki’s wrist and pulling him along after their boyfriend.
“You cook?” Denki asked.
“He’s only, like, the best at it, man!” Kirishima gushed.
“Damn right.” Bakugou barked out, grabbing ingredients from the fridge. “You better like spice, dumbass.”
“Oh, I love spice!” Denki said, enthusiastic.
“Sure you do.”
Kirishima looked a little worried. “Go easy on him, Kats.”
Denki could only wonder what that and the sinister looking grin on Bakugou’s face meant.
—
Five years later Denki was lying awake in the giant king-sized bed they all shared, staring at the ceiling, feeling incomplete. This happened every now and then, the feeling of longing that came with not knowing all of his soulmates. He knew it happened to all of them—Denki had watched as Kirishima came home from work some days and watched a million rom-coms trying to grapple with the feeling that he was missing something, he’d had to pull Bakugou out of spirals of self-hatred over the fact that he felt unfulfilled while being completely happy in their relationship, and Denki himself would lie in the dark filled with a painful yearning for someone he didn’t yet know. Still, sometimes it felt like he felt it more than the other two. It had gotten to a point where he couldn’t go a day without thinking about their lost soulmate. Maybe it was because of the constant reminder tattooed to his wrist, maybe it was because of his empathetic nature, whatever it was, it just didn’t seem to leave him alone. It had gotten to a point where he almost wanted to forget about his third soulmate entirely, wanting so desperately to feel satisfied with just Bakugou and Kirishima, because how could he not be when they were the best thing that ever happened to him.
He didn’t notice that he hadn’t slept all night until the alarm on their nightstand went off and he had to get up alongside his boyfriends and pretend like nothing was wrong. Eat breakfast, go to work, and try to shut his brain off until he got home and could hopefully unwind with the two people he loved more than anything else in the world.
At least, that was the plan.
He pulled up to the Endeavor Co. building, a towering skyscraper located in the center of the city he and his boyfriends had moved to after college. He’d passed it many times in his average commutes to work, the grocery store, the bar he performed at with Jirou on weekends, and so forth. It was kind of impossible to miss, but in his time as an electrician he’d never been assigned to it. It seemed like the place was incapable of having electrical issues. Well, until today, he supposed.
It was a pretty simple problem, something had shorted out on one of the floors and left it without power. Thankfully the whole building hadn’t gone down, but it was enough of a hindrance that he had to drive out and fix it so everyone could get back to work as quickly as possible. Based on his boss’s frazzled state as he sent Denki out the door, time was of the absolute essence on this job, the CEO of Endeavor didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would wait around. So here he was, wandering stupidly around the building searching for their ever elusive electrical room. Usually, it’d be located in the basement, but as far as he knew Endeavor Co. had at least three floors below ground, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out which one housed the electrical system. He really should’ve asked for a map or something.
He’d reached the very bottom floor now, coming to the conclusion there was nothing on the other two very expansive ones, and was scouring around the area when a voice sounded from behind him, making him jump. He didn’t know anyone else would be down here.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Denki whirled around. “Actually, I’m—wait! You!”
He stared at the man in front of him, his jaw hanging open as he took the sight in. The guy blinked at him, looking confused at the reaction before he glanced down at his wrist. “Oh.”
“Finally! I cannot tell you how long we’ve been waiting for you to show up.” Denki exclaimed, rushing up to the man and grabbing onto his hand to shake it. “I’m Kaminari! You can call me Denki.”
“Todoroki Shouto.” Todoroki said, shaking Denki’s hand before cocking his head to the side. “What did you mean, we?”
“I’ll explain in a second, just—oh my god, you’re a Todoroki?”
“Yes?”
“Woah! Okay, so you’ve got to know where the electrical room is then, right? I mean, if you're the CEO’s son. Wait, why are you down here anyway?” Denki asked. Todoroki just stared at him. “Oh, sorry, am I talking too fast? Too many questions? Probably. Look, I know I seem like a total weirdo right now but I’m just so excited to finally meet you, man! Okay, wait, first things first, electrical room, I have a job to do.”
“It’s one floor up.” Todoroki said and Denki snapped his fingers.
“Damn! How did I miss that?”
“I have no idea.”
“Alright, come on.” He said, wrapping his hand around Todoroki’s wrist and dragging him along. Surprisingly, he went along with it.
It wasn’t until after he’d fixed the breaker and looked up to see Todoroki still standing awkwardly by the door that he realized that he’d probably just pulled his soulmate away from work. “Oh, you’re still here?”
“Did you want me to leave?”
“No, I’m glad you didn’t, actually.” Denki said, standing and brushing the dust off his pants. “Hey, when do you get off work?”
“Six.” Todoroki answered and Denki grinned.
“Perfect, I’ll see you then.” He said, rushing past and out the door. Only thinking to throw one last warning over his shoulder. “Don’t leave this building! I’ll pick you up!”
Todoroki didn’t get the chance to question it.
—
Thankfully, Todoroki actually listened to his insanity, and was standing outside the building when Denki returned. “Oh good, you actually stayed. Come on, we’ll miss the bus.”
“Of course I stayed.” Todoroki said matter-of-factly, getting pulled along by Denki. “Where are we going, exactly?”
“My apartment.”
“You aren’t kidnapping me, are you?”
“What? No, of course not.” Denki said, still dragging him.
“Alright then.” Todoroki said. It was fairly silent the rest of the way to the bus stop and then to the apartment. Todoroki only stopped him as he was unlocking the door.
“Is this traditional dating procedure?”
Denki laughed. “What?”
“I was sure it was more common to take someone out to dinner before taking them to your house.”
“Oh! It is, I just have to introduce you to some people first.”
“Who?”
“Them.” Denki smiled, pushing open the door. “Kats! Ei! I’m home!”
“Hey Denks!” Kirishima said, sitting at the kitchen counter.
“What took you so long?” Bakugou asked, barely glancing up from the food he was cooking.
“Well, I had to pick someone up.” Denki said, letting Todoroki come in behind him. He pushed him forward, presenting him to his boyfriends with a proud grin. “Meet our soulmate, Todoroki!”
Kirishima froze and Bakugou nearly dropped the spatula in his hand. Todoroki looked between the three of them. “Uh, hello?”
Kirishima and Bakugou’s wrists began to glow and the latter immediately got up and ran over, scooping Todoroki up in a giant bear hug. Bakugou huffed. “Fucking took you long enough.”
“Sorry?” Todoroki said as Kirishima released him.
“Oh, don’t mind him, we’re just happy you’re here!”
“So this is what you meant when you said ‘we,’ then.” Todoroki asked, staring at his wrist. Denki nodded enthusiastically. “Fascinating. I didn’t know you could have more than one soulmate.”
“Well, it’s not exactly normal.” Denki shrugged, hanging his coat up. “But normal’s no fun anyway.”
“So, I guess we can’t call it a throuple anymore, then.” Kirishima said, looking only mildly bummed. “Damn, that was a fun word.”
“Don’t worry, Ei, now we’re a quartet!”
“Polycule.” Bakugou corrected.
“I like quartet better.” Denki argued. “What do you think, Todo?”
Todoroki looked around the room, a small, amused smile flickering on his face. “Quartet.”
Bakugou grumbled as Kirishima and Denki erupted into cheers. “I can’t deal with another fucking idiot.”
“I’m actually quite intelligent.” Todoroki said, sounding mildly offended.
“Don’t worry, Kats just likes to tease us.” Kirishima said, walking over and slinging his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “He doesn’t actually think we’re stupid.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Bakugou scoffed.
“Aw, you know you love us!”
“So?” Denki asked, turning to Todoroki.
“So?”
“What do you think?”
“About what?”
“This.” Denki said, gesturing around the apartment. “Do you want to be a part of it?”
Todoroki seemed to contemplate this for a second before nodding. “That sounds nice.”
“Oi, dunce face! Half-and-half! Dinner’s ready!”
“What are we having?” Denki asked, jumping into his seat beside Kirishima.
“Soba.”
“Hm.” Todoroki hummed, smiling.
“You got a problem with soba?”
“Not at all. It’s my favorite food.”
“No way, man!” Kirishima said. “That’s some destiny stuff right there.”
“Technically speaking, this whole thing is destiny.” Todoroki said, taking a seat.
“Fuck yeah it is.” Bakugou said, pushing bowls of sober to the three of them. “Now eat up, you’re lucky I made more than usual.”
Denki watched as his boyfriends, both old and new, dug into their food, the conversation continuing as they ate. The longing that had been tight inside his chest seemed to loosen, lifting off of him and leaving behind an air of peaceful content. He wasn’t quite sure what was lying ahead for them, but in that moment, he didn’t care. Everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Destiny really was the right word for it.
“Everything alright, Denki?” Kirishima asked. “You’re a little quiet.”
“Sorry, everything’s fine.” Denki said, smiling into his bowl as he slurped up the remaining broth. “Everything’s perfect.”