#bnha chargebolt x reader

[frickingnerd]

denki kaminari with a girlfriend

pairing: denki kaminari x fem!reader

tags: wholesome & silly fluff, proud boyfriend denki, denki can't stop bragging about you, lots of 'my girl' this & 'my girlfriend' that

denki couldn't be happier that he's dating you and he wants the whole world to know that you're his girlfriend

he barely even calls you by your name the first few weeks of your relationship, always referring to you as his girlfriend

he'll reintroduce you to his friends, this time insisting on calling you his girlfriend

everyone else is rolling their eyes, but they'll let him have the fun, since he's the happiest he's ever been since he started dating you

denki even insists on telling his teachers about you, letting it slip to aizawa that his girlfriend is tutoring him or that his girlfriend is his new training partner

he'll even let the villains know that you're his girlfriend!

whenever you're fighting against a villain, he'll come to your aid, yelling "take your hands off my girlfriend!"

and once the battle is done, he'll brag to everyone who's willing to listen about how cool his girlfriend is

"did you see my girlfriend out there? wasn't she just amazing?"

[dira333]

Sleepwalker - Kaminari Denki x Reader

If you voted Kaminari against Tensei in my poll, this is for you.

Words: 9k - This is a time skip work. Everyone from Class 1-A and 1-B is about 21/22. Have fun. Join My Taglist

In the faint orange light of a street lamp, you can barely make out the edge of the bed.

Wherever you are, it’s warm, dark and it absolutely reeks of alcohol and sweat.

An arm is slung around you, the pale skin reflecting what little light there is. 

For a moment you consider that you’re dreaming. After all, the last time you woke up in an unfamiliar bed happened… never. But pinching yourself doesn’t work. The arm stays.

You turn your head a little, hoping that you might be able to see some more of the person attached to it. Blonde hair, bright enough to catch even the smallest amount of light. The face attached to it is mushed against the side of your chest. 

Thankfully, you’re wearing a shirt.

Okay… you’re pretty sure other girls have found themselves in similar predicaments. Just because it hasn’t happened to you before doesn’t mean- The guy burps. 

The smell is revolting and you flinch away from him, slipping out of his grasp. 

You’re free, but now he’s waking up too, groaning as he rubs his hands over his eyes.

“What’s going on?” He manages to slur in the time it takes for your feet to find the floor. A sharp pain cuts through the haze in your head - and through your foot.

You curse so loudly that even his next-door neighbor must have woken up. The light still doesn’t flicker on.

“Come back to bed,” the guy says instead and whoever he is, you want to smack him so hard he forgets his own name.

“Get out of bed!” You demand instead, hands pressed onto the mattress as you put all your weight onto your other foot. “I need help.”

“Help?!” There’s something in his voice now, alarmed and ready, and the next second the light’s are on, burning your eyes.

“Who are you?” The guy asks just as you pry your eyes open and let out something that might have been a scream or a gasp, but sounds a little like his burp from before.

“Chargebolt?” You ask, pain in your foot momentarily forgotten. “You’re Chargebolt?”

“Who are you?” He asks again, hair standing up straight now. You wonder if he’s going to shock you, a civilian. He might if he thinks you broke into his apartment.

“I’m- shit, I… I woke up in your bed a few minutes ago. I don’t know how I got here but I stepped on something. I think I cut my leg.”

“What?” He moves toward you, squinting. “Yeah, that’s a lot of blood. What do you want me to do?”

You gasp. “Help me, of course. Disinfect it, put a bandage on, check if it needs stitches. You’re a hero, aren’t you?”

He laughs humorlessly. “Don’t you watch the News? Chargebolt got dropped from the Hero Charts.”

“Nonsense,” you bite back, “You went from Number 19 to Number 59. That’s not being dropped. You didn’t pull an Endeavour.”

He gapes, mouth open.

“Are you going to help me now, or what?”

It takes him a minute, but suddenly he’s back, crouching behind you as he examines your foot. His touch is gentle, but his commentary is not.

“This looks nasty… I might throw up… Ugh, there’s still Glass inside.” He gags and then there’s another sting of pain, so sharp you try to pull your foot away.

“Don’t,” his grip tightens. “I had only Vodka to disinfect it. Sorry if it burns.”

A few minutes later you sit on his bed again, foot pulled toward you, bandaged in a kitchen towel.

“You should let that get checked out,” he tells you, stumbling through the room. It’s a mess. Used clothes are hanging over upturned chairs, dirty Dishes in the sink, more than one broken glass on the floor.

“You live like this?” You ask just as he pours himself some Vodka in a coffee cup.

“Nah, villain attack.” He jokes, before sobering a little. “Just kidding. I got a little drunk last night and wanted to redecorate. Didn’t work so well. So… what brings you here? I don’t think I picked anyone up last night.”

“And if you had, it wouldn’t have been me,” you bite back. He grins. 

Chargebolt has always been handsome, his cheeky way of banter something you’ve envied all the way back to U.A. You wonder if he remembers you, but the business Classes never had much to do with the Hero Classes. And besides that, you didn’t stand out much, even less compared to what other people had to offer.

He still is handsome, three years after graduation, even when he’s obviously seen better days. 

“Come on,” he teases. “I’m not that bad.”

“I agree. Though you are pretty disgusting right now.”

His face falls for a second before a mask of indifference is carefully placed instead.

“Sorry,” he says, “You can leave if you want.”

“I will.” You tell him, before hesitating. “But you have to close your eyes.”

“I have to-” He laughs. “I have to close my eyes? Why?”

“I can’t use my Quirk when someone’s looking.” You press through your teeth, embarrassed beyond belief. But he does as he’s told, eyes fluttering shut. 

So you teleport away, taking with you a mystery and his blood-soaked kitchen towel.

This time, you’re hugging him. 

It takes you a minute at first, collecting yourself. 

The body is warm in your embrace, back turned to you, velvety strands of blonde hair tickling your skin. His hair smells good, like Bubblegum or something similar, though the rest of his body reeks of alcohol and sweat yet again.

As quietly as you can, you push yourself away from him, this time not taking the chance to step into whatever he has lying around.

Within minutes, your eyes get used to the dim light streaming in. The floor is mostly clean, though the laundry and dish situation still hasn’t cleared up. It’s been three days, has he cleaned in the meantime or not?

If he’d wake up now, he’d probably think that you really are just some weird fan stalking him. It certainly looks that way even though you have no idea why you’re here. You’ve had a proper grip on your Quirk for years.

With one last look at his sleeping form, you teleport back home.

The next time, Chargebolt is sleeping on your back. Yes, it’s as uncomfortable as it sounds, his chin pressed into your shoulder blade. He’s snoring and he’s heavy. You can’t very well slip out from under him - you’ve tried, with no success - and if you teleport in this position, you fear you’ll take him with you. Or at least parts of him. 

For a moment you consider just falling back asleep, letting him figure it out on his own when he wakes up.

But he’s either getting heavier, or you’re just not made to be a mattress, but sleep will not come. And anyway, when will he wake up on his own?

You sigh, turn your hand as far back as you can - and pinch him. Chargebolt lets out an adorable squeak before turning away, rolling off you in that single movement. He lands on his back, eyes open, gaze locking with yours.

“Hi,” he smiles. You slap him.

“What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his cheek.

“Dude,” you breathe out, “You’ve got to stop calling me here.”

“Calling you here?” He blinks. “I don’t think I called anyone. I don’t have the money to-”

“Not like that!” You huff, embarrassed. “I’m a Teleporter. I think you’re calling me here in some way. I don’t want to come here and be your pillow, you know.”

“Sure,” he huffs back, pulling the blanket toward him. “Put the blame on me.”

“Listen, I-”

“You can go.” He waves his hands around like he’s conducting a concert. “Thank you for your time.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” It strikes you as odd that you’re now apologizing to him. For what, you don’t know.

But Chargebolt has already turned his head, faking a snore.

“I wouldn’t have woken you up this time,” you tell him, readying yourself to teleport, “But I didn’t want to risk teleporting you with me when I get back. So I had to wake you.”

“Wait,” his hands shoot out. “This time?”

You can feel his grip, but it moves through you, his action a little too late.

Well, you think, if this continues, he’ll get his chance to ask soon enough.

Chargebolt is spooning you. 

He left the lights on, doesn’t even wake when you slip out of his hold. With a sigh, you face the mess that he’s living in.

His ranking did not rise these last weeks. No one really seems to care for him after that botched mission. You read the articles, have seen the footage. You doubt anyone could have saved those people, but he’d just come out of that messy divorce, married for not even a year. People like Heroes who have stable families, who are model versions of what they want a human person to be.

And Chargebolt… Chargebolt is just human, imperfect, trying his best.

You can’t help but feel sorry for him.

With a sigh, you pick up the dirty socks next to the bed. Then a shirt. A pair of jeans with a ketchup stain. Soon, the washing machine is doing its thing and you’re piling dirty dishes into the dishwasher. 

Besides the mess, he’s living in a nice apartment. There’s memorabilia everywhere. Pictures are posted on the fridge, notes from friends taped to every single surface. 

“You need to eat, Dunceface!”

“Great job on that mission! Koji”

“Thank you for the tickets. I am indebted to you. Tokoyami.”

It shows you what you’ve already known. He has a life. There is a person behind the Hero.

As you open a cabinet, you find a class picture, presumably from his first year at U.A., taped to the inside of the door. He looks so carefree in it like he’s getting ready to tell a joke, knowing full well everyone’s going to hate it.

The memory washes over you like a Tidal Wave.

Him, laughing in the hallway. Some guy with dark hair and a wide grin facepalming by his side.

“Kaminari,” he groans. “That was awful.”

For a moment, your eyes catch his yellow ones, breath knocked out of you.

But his eyes move past you, like they usually do, the moment gone as quickly as it came.

Who are you kidding, you think to yourself, back in the present. He’s not the one calling you here. You’re the one still crushing on someone who’s always been out of reach.

You leave without another look back, vowing to yourself that you’re going to take your sleeping pills again. The guy’s going through enough, he doesn’t need you stalking him in your sleep.

“Slept well?” A voice asks. Your mind’s hazy, a byproduct of your sleeping pills. You groan and push yourself up, but your arms are like jello, so you faceplant into the pillows again.

Soft laughter rings out from somewhere behind you.

Slowly, slowly, like freshly brewed coffee trickling into a cup, your consciousness comes to life. 

“Oh shit,” you jump up when you realize where you are.

The apartment is filled with sunlight and Kaminari’s standing in the kitchen, a coffee cup in his hand.

“What time is it?” Your eyes race through the room, looking for a watch. “I need to- I’m going to be-”

“It’s Sunday.” He reminds you, laughing again when the air whooshes out of you in one swoop. 

“Coffee?” He asks. You nod, unable to grasp what’s happening.

“I’m really sorry, Kaminari,” you say, “I’ve been taking my sleeping pills again, I shouldn’t teleport without my knowledge.”

“How do you know my name?” There’s something in his voice, straining to get out. You sit up again, trying to catch his eyes, but he’s looking at the floor.

“I- I remembered it. We’re… well, I was… I was in your year, at the U.A. Business Class A.”

Kaminari lifts his head, squinting, brows furrowed. You don’t think you’ve changed much since then, but it’s been three years since you graduated.

“You’re the Calculator-Cutie,” he blurts out.

“What?”

“Minato named you that. He, uh… you slapped him with a Calculator once, when he tried something.”

Blood rushes to your head. 

“Wow,” you snark. “What a nickname.”

“Sorry,” he pulls a cup out from under the machine. “Coffee?”

Breakfast is an awkward affair. 

Kaminari serves you cereal with oat milk. “It doesn’t go bad as fast as regular milk,” he explains as he pours. Your eyes are locked on your food, but you can’t help but notice that he keeps staring.

“So, uh…” he starts eventually. “Does that happen to you often?”

“Not since I’ve mastered my Quirk.”

“And when did that happen?”

“When I was five.” You still cannot look at him. “Accidentally teleported a few times as a kid and it was embarrassing enough to get real good at it.”

“I don’t think you can say you’ve mastered it when you can’t do it when someone’s looking.”

That comment has you turn your head, glaring at him. “It’s hard, okay?! If you look at me I might get confused and teleport into you instead of where I want to go.”

“Into me?” He smirks. “Sounds nasty.”

You pout. “Whatever. I’m taking sleeping pills now, so I thought this should stop it. I don’t know why I’m still teleporting though. And why it’s always-” You stop yourself. You do have a hunch on why you always teleport to him. But he doesn’t need to know.

“I think I know.” Kaminari stretches like a lazy cat. He’s still lanky, not buffed up like Dynamight or Red Riot. You’ve always found that cute and it’s biting you in the ass now, as you can’t help but keep looking.

“You’re not curious what I know?” He asks, interrupting your starring session.

“I thought you’d tell me anyway,” you lie and he grins, somewhat proud.

“I decided to stop drinking.”

“And that’s why I’m here?”

“Shush, I’m getting to it. Anyway, I’ve decided to stop drinking, because of reasons, but I still got… well, a little sad yesterday. I had nothing alcoholic around, so I curled up in bed with a tub of ice cream and just like that, you plopped into existence next to me. You were snoring a lot, just so you know.”

“I teleported and you didn’t wake me up?!” Horror has crept into your voice. Kaminari’s proud smile doesn’t falter.

“I tried, but nothing could wake you. You could sleep through a fire with those sleeping pills. Mind giving me some?”

“Those are prescription only.” You point out, a little embarrassed. You do drool in your sleep, after all.

“Well, anyway, I guess you were right after all. I did call you here.” He doesn’t look apologetic at all, just a little… you’re not sure what kind of emotion it is that flickers over his face.

“You figured it out just like that?” You ask, hoping to get more information. If this is the truth, does that mean he likes you? No, no that can’t be it. After all, you’re you and he’s-

“Yeah,” the smirk slips off his lips for a second before he straightens, looking confident yet again. You doubt that it’s real. After all you’ve seen this mask of indifference on him before.

“Anyway, it’s not going to happen again. But thank you all the same for keeping me company. Can I get you an Uber home?”

“An Uber?”

“Yes.” Kaminari nods. “I mean, you could stay a little longer, but as you can tell, I can only offer you coffee.” He shakes the empty box of cereal.

“Oh, no-” you shake your head. What does he think of you? You’re not here to eat his food and waste his time. “I’m fine. I… An Uber would be nice, thank you.”

It’s only when you’re sitting in it, Kaminari’s apartment complex disappearing from your view - it’s odd to finally see the outside of it all, knowing that it’s not that far from your place ll - that you realize.

There are still some things missing. What made it possible for him to call you? Being sad? Really? But, you guess, if he knows how he did it and he promised not to do it again, you don’t really have anything to say. Even if you wouldn’t have minded being called over again, though in more pleasant circumstances.

Sakura opens the door to your office.

“Do you want a coffee before the new client arrives?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You close a folder and put it away. “Do we have some Matcha for Mugiwara-san? You know she only drinks that.”

“Yep, of course.” It only takes a minute for her to walk back through the door, hand you your coffee, and take a seat on the edge of your desk.

“So…” She flutters her pretty pink eyelashes at you, fresh new Sakura blossoms growing in her hair, a clear tell that she’s curious. “What did you do this weekend?”

“Nothing much,” you tell her, “I finished the proposal for Agawashi-san on Saturday and cleaned my kitchen on Sunday.”

“Mhm,” her squints. “If that’s so, why do you wear your shirt inside out?”

With a start, you look down at yourself. She laughs softly. 

“I’m usually the one who makes mistakes like that. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just a fluke. I needed to take sleeping pills this weekend and you know how much they mess me up.”

“Aww,” she coos, turning from a little sister into a mothering hen just like that. “No more coffee after twelve for you, I’ll put it in the calendar.”

The doorbell rings and she slips from your desk, winking at you.

“I’ll distract them. Just come out and get them when you’ve turned your shirt around.”

You can hear them laughing through the door, Sakura’s talent of making people feel at ease calming your heartrate.

Until you open the door and come face to face with Kaminari.

The sound you make sounds more like a mouse facing a cat than an agent facing a client. He moves through the shock a little quicker than you, lips turning up into a smirk.

“Mugiwara-san,” you save yourself, moving for his agent. The woman must have taken him on recently, because last you’ve heard he was working with Hirano-san, the legend who brought Dynamight and Cellophane into the Top Ten.

“Hi,” she smiles. “Thanks for your taking us on so shortly. I’m just standing in for Hirano-san. He knows I’ve worked with you before.”

“Oh,” you blink, a little confused. “I would have worked with him just as well, but I-”

“Hirano-san,” Mugiwara-san continues at your confusion, “has seen your work for the Todoroki Family and was impressed. He wanted you to take on this special case.”

Your heart drops. Oh no.

“I don’t know if you remember me,” Kaminari dares to quip from your side at that moment, “But we went to school together. Same year, even though I was in the Hero Class and you went through Business. So if you’re not up to the Challenge of reforming my image, maybe you could do it for old-time-sake?”

You shoot him an angry glare. Sakura, who’s standing behind him, lets out a surprised squeak at the sight.

“Could we speak for a minute?” You snap, your tone harsher than you want it to be. “In private, Kaminari-san?”

He smiles. “Course. Lead the way.”

The door closes behind him with a Click. You can barely catch your breath, walking over to the windows overlooking the city.

“Are you out of your mind?” You ask, whisper yelling, too aware of the thin walls. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting my shit together,” Kaminari tells you, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s decently dressed and much too good-looking for your already anxious heart. The shirt he’s wearing is ironed, yet not tucked in, making him look small and big at the same time.

You twirl the hem of your shirt in between your fingers, tuck your lip behind your teeth, and think.

“Why me?” You ask after a minute. “After yesterday-”

“I didn’t know we’d be meeting you.” He admits. A light blush starts at the high point of his cheekbones and he moves to rub the back of his neck. “Called Bakugo last week because I needed some advice. He talked to Hirano-san. Said I really meant it this time.”

“You got Bakugo to vouch for you?” You ask, clearly remembering the Blonde’s temper. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, a shy one this time that soars through your heart like a burning arrow. You actually move to rub your hand over it, as if that would help. 

“If this isn’t okay…” He hesitates. “If you don’t want to work with me or can’t, that’s okay, really. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You take a breath. Think about working with him. Not just working, but working with him. You don’t want to do it, heart burning just at the thought of seeing him more often. Especially after this weekend.

But if you say no- you don’t let your brain follow that road.

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m a professional. I can do this.”

“Oh,” he laughs awkwardly. “Well, at least one of us is a professional.”

You eye him for a second. “Self-deprecating humor might work for the media.”

His mouth pulls into a fine line for a second before he nods. “Got it.”

Sakura slips in as soon as they have left, pushing a small take-out container onto your desk.

“Here. Thought you could need it.”

Warily you eye her through the fog of exhaustion before you open it, lips quirking up on their own at the sight of your favorite snack.

“You noticed?” You ask, before taking your first bite.

“You never lose your cool,” she quips, pulling a fully bloomed Sakura blossom from her hair and dropping it into the little bowl on the side of your table - you like the look of them there and her scalp gets itchy if she leaves them on for too long. “What happened? Did he flirt with you back in school?”

“No!” You huff and her pink eyes snap back to you with a speed that’s frightening.

“You have a crush on him,” she points out with painstaking accuracy. “Never thought that would be your type. No wonder you were completely cool with TetsuTetsu last month.”

“Why?” You furrow your brows. “What did he do?”

Sakura gapes, disbelieving laughter spilling out of her. “Are you shit- sorry, are you kidding me, Boss? He showed up practically naked, well, half-naked, and flirted with you the whole time and you didn’t even break a sweat.”

“He said that clothes restrict him.”

“Yeah, but showing up in skin-tight jeans and nothing else? Please! And the way he always put his hand on yours. And flexed! He flexed for you!”

“Yeah, because we were figuring out poses for the new posters.” You defend your Client. “And I know you know you’re not supposed to listen in on my sessions.”

Sakura purses her lips. “Sorry. It was just too juicy. I promise I’ll stop. I didn’t even listen today.”

“Mhm?” You eye her. “What did you hear?”

“Nothing, I swear.”

“Sakura.”

“Okay, so… do you really think that it’s a good idea for Chargebolt not to do an apology video?”

You eye her. “What do you think?”

“Well, it worked really well with Phantom Thief.”

“Yeah, because he’s a different character. Chargebolt’s best strategy is using his Charm and you can’t utilize it in a stiff apology video. You have to see him in action.”

Sakura’s brows are still furrowed.

“Remember when Hirano-san made Dynamight do the Spicy Wing Challenge after he blew up at the Reporter?”

“Oooooh!” Sakura’s face relaxes, a pink blush now adorning her cheeks. “I love that video. I have it saved and the amount of screenshots I took, you have no idea.”

“I do,” you disagree. “I do have an idea. That was my idea, by the way. I was working under Hirano-san at that time.”

Kaminari cannot handle spice.

His eyes start watering after the second wing and he’s full-on sobbing after the fifth, although that might have something to do with the questions he’s being asked. 

You’re watching him from behind the camera, only this relaxed because you know he has no idea you’re here.

He’s a honest guy, following your advice to a T. His ex-wife might not be the world's beloved character at the moment, but she has some fans. Not once does he discredit her, instead tells the tale of a young and much too rushed love, figuring out that you’re not fit for each other in between fighting villains and trying to climb the Hero Ranks.

“Milk’s not helping,” he chokes after the eighth wing, looking around for help. His eyes catch yours for a second, or maybe it’s just a flicker of dust he focuses on because you doubt he can notice you from this far away, against the bright lights blinding him. 

“Sorry,” his interviewer doesn’t sound sorry at all. “You know, what I’ve always wanted to ask you… that mission…”

Kaminari’s head falls forward. From where you’re standing it looks like he’s passed out. Even the interviewer looks freaked for a second, moving as if to shake him back to life when Kaminari straightens again, pale face covered in red spots.

“I questioned myself a lot after that one,” he admits. You didn’t tell him to be this honest, heart squeezing at his tone. “Went through the footage again and again. If I’d been a little quicker, a little smarter, a little stronger… I know I did all I could. That’s what they teach you, you know, at U.A. To always go beyond. Plus Ultra.” He stares down at the two remaining wings, sniffles a little. “During the war, we learned that sometimes that’s not enough. People still die even though you’ve done everything you could. It doesn’t make it any easier though. It just…” He hesitates before grabbing the ninth wing. “It just means we can’t give up. There are people depending on us.”

Tears are streaming down his face as he eats the two remaining wings in stoic silence, not once reaching for the milk.

You meet him backstage a few minutes later, handing him a bottle with a thick pink sludge inside.

“Drink this. Tastes disgusting but helps with the burns.”

“Didn’t know you were watching,” he says, words slightly slurred. He empties the bottle in one go, shivering at the taste.

“You did good,” you tell him, watching as he slouches forward as if hoping he’ll fall into you. Maybe you’re the one hoping. Who knows.

Heart knocking against your ribcage you reach out, curl one hand around his shoulder. He falls into you all at once, head knocking into yours, his weight so unexpected you barely catch yourself before you stumble.

Your mind, unable to quiet, reminds you of the people outside. Those who work for the studio and those who are just hoping to get a glimpse of him. 

You think of how broken he sounded, how heavy he leans into you.

“Want me to take you home?” You ask, voice so quiet you hope he might not have heard.

But you can feel him nod so you close your eyes, curl your other hand around his hip to pull him close, and think of the headrest of his bed and the window to its left.

You land with your left leg on the mattress and your right on the floor, stumbling and landing on your back, his body falling onto yours.

Spots flicker in front of your eyes. It’s been a while since you’ve teleported more than just your own body and even then it had been a much shorter distance.

“You good?” You hear him ask, make out his face in between the fireworks going off in front of your eyes.

“Yeah,” you croak. “Just give me a minute.”

“I’ve got ice cream,” he offers, moving off of you. “You want some?”

“What kind?” You ask because you know that sugar will help. Never mind the fact that you should go back right now, that using your Quirk as a Civilian is technically illegal.

“Orange Soda Popsicles, Chocolate with Chili - nevermind that flavor - and Mint Chocolate Chip.”

“I’ll take a Popsicle. You’ve got no taste by the way.”

“Excuse me,” he bites back with a laugh. “I didn’t know you’re the ice cream police.”

“Well, now you know.”

You’re not the least bit surprised when you turn up in his bed that night.

Kaminari’s asleep, one arm slung around your torso, his face pressed against your ribcage, your arm falling asleep under the weight of his head. 

He’s not smelling of alcohol, the scent of his bubblegum shampoo tickling your nose instead.

You think about slipping out of his grasp for a minute, feel guilty when you don’t move at all.

But he’d been brave that day, opened himself to a word that’s too cruel some days and a lot more careless the rest of the time. If your free hand dares to curl itself into the softness of his hair, tuck a strand behind his ear, and listen to him sniffle, you’ll take that secret to the grave with you.

---

Chargebolt has moved to Number 48. It’s been a slow rise, but you’ve learned to trust that to last longer.

Kaminari is a regular visitor in your office now, showing up at least once a week to bother you with questions he could ask over E-mail. 

You’re a regular visitor in his bedroom too, always leaving before the morning dawns. If he knows that he’s calling you, that you let him curl into you in the middle of the night, he’s not saying anything.

“What about this?” Kaminari is pulling up a picture. “As a profile pic?”

“I’m not looking at another one of your thirst traps,” you tell him, eyes on your monitor. 

“It’s not a thirst trap… Come on, at least look at it.”

You huff a sigh before turning, coming face to face with his phone. Just like you’d guessed it’s a picture of him, posing in front of the Gym Mirror, flexing.

“It’s a thirst trap,” you tell him, voice empty. “And not a good one.”

“Oh, come on!” He pouts. “I doubled the weight I’m lifting. Even Bakugo said he noticed something.”

“How did he phrase it?” You ask, going through your emails now. Is that- You hesitate, mouse hovering over it. Kaminari’s telling you something, but you don’t hear it, eyes flickering over the short text.

“And then he said-”

“You’ve got the job.”

“Huh?”

“I said you’ve got the job. I secured you a part in Vine’s newest ad campaign.”

“Vine?” Kaminari looks a little lost. “What’s she making ads for?”

“Herself. She’s well-liked, known to have high morals and every single person she worked with has skyrocketed after the job. This might get you into the twenties. If you keep doing your work instead of hanging around here showing me thirst traps you can take it the rest of the way on your own.”

“But-” Kaminari hesitates. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Wait.” You turn to get a closer look. “You don’t sound happy. What is it?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He waves you off but you like to think you’ve gotten to know him a little better.

“You’re lying. What is it?”

Kaminari huffs, his eyes wandering from left to right, crossing your office without ever meeting you.

“Do you want to get rid of me?” He asks, pouting. It’s unfair how adorable that looks on him.

A joke’s sitting on the tip of your tongue but you can’t bring yourself to say it. What if he’s being serious for once?

“No,” you say, glad that he’s not looking at you. Your heart is hammering in your chest. “I like your company.”

His eyes shoot over to you, a little too quickly to avoid it. You swallow thickly, unable to clear your throat when his left hand curls around your right.

“Will you come watch?” He asks and you nod, unable to do anything else. 

A shy smile breaks out on his face, lighting up his eyes in a way that has your stomach lift and turn in on itself, pins and needles in your legs. 

If Kaminari’s having this kind of effect on you, should you really be working with him?

Vine’s gorgeous. You knew that way before you applied for a chance to work with her.

You still remember coming across her in the hallways of U.A., something like envy writhing in your blood. If you looked like her, maybe people would notice you. 

And she’s nice too, something you’ve learned during the projects you worked on. She’d been one of your clients right after, trusting your judgment when you’d advised her to take Agawashi-san as her agent, to not sell herself for anything she didn’t believe in.

You might consider her something like a friend, or rather a friendly acquaintance, though you don’t see yourself on her level, always a few steps behind, trying to figure out what it is you’re lacking.

“So nice to see you!” She greets you with a hug. You’re a little early, as usual, handing her the little potted plant you got on the way. She coos over your choice, something like pride washing over you.

There are things you’re good at. You know how to build and keep an image, how to make and break business. And you’re an excellent gift-giver. 

“We really need to catch up sometimes,” Shiozaki says, ushering you into her dressing room. “Don’t you want to join us for drinks this weekend? We’re going out Saturday night, even the girls from 1-A are going to be there, you know? Ochako, Mina, oh, what was the name of the one with dark hair?”

“Jirou? Asui? Or Yaoyorozu?”

“Yes and yes. Ah, you’re so good with names. I’m missing someone too, they’ve got six girls.”

“Hagakure. Quirk Invisibilty.”

Shiozaki smiles. “Thank you. Are you going to come? Oh, no, do we really have to start already?” She sends you an apologetic look as staff swarms the room, pulling at her hair, her clothes, lifting eyeshadow palettes to her face to check.

“I’m going to wait outside,” you say, glad you don’t have to answer her question. Should you come? It feels nice to be invited for once. But what would you talk about with all those girls and their exciting careers? You don’t think they’re going to ask for your advice, they’re all successful in their own right.

“Oh, you’re here already?” Kaminari stops you in the hallways, almost blinding you with his getup.

From the jacket to the shoes, he’s a wild mix of colors. His pants look like they’ve been cut out of a giant chess board and the hoodie he wears under his open jacket is neon green with a weird picture on the front. It should look hideous, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s the bright, star-shaped glasses that he’s wearing, that complete the look and have your heart thumping in your throat. His outfit screams his name and you do the same, although a little quieter.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He’s grinning, his whole face lighting up with his mood. Oh if only you could pour that into mason jars, close them up, and store them for the lonely days that are sure to come.

“What do you think of this fit?” He asks, twirling in front of you and going as far as to blow you a kiss. “I’ve not been drunk for over a month and I’m cutting back on the ice cream too. But I didn’t want to buy this as a reward but rather as, like, a guidebook. To stay slaying, you know?”

You make a sound that’s halfway between a snort and a sob.

He looks at you, grinning, waiting for an answer.

“You look good,” you say, because anything less would be a lie but you can’t bring yourself to tell him how good he really looks.

Not that it’s necessary anyway. Behind you, a door opens.

“Oh, you’re here, Kaminari!” Vine’s voice is soft and melodic and turning towards her has you feeling like Cinderella’s step sisters. You thought you looked decent until she showed up.

She’s not even wearing anything fancy, yet, but her long green hair and the flutter of her eyelashes have you draw into yourself.

“I’m going to check on the photographers,” you excuse yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you march past Kaminari, not daring to throw a look back.

“Drinks?” You text Sakura, sending a begging Emoji right after. She accepts.

-

“Wanna talk about it?” Sakura asks, pushing yet another ridiculously colorful cocktail into your hands. “The last time you were so desperate to get drunk you accidentally bought the wrong underwear for What-was-his-name?”

“His name was Tsunagu Hakamada and we do not talk about this period of my life,” you hiss, gulping down the fruity concoction. You can barely taste the alcohol in this.

“Yeah, but I’m sure it’s not as bad as that time. Not that that time was even that bad. What happened? Did you trip on one of Vine’s vines?” She gasps, pressing a hand against her mouth. “Don’t tell me Chargebolt short-circuited something and they think it’s your fault!”

You huff.

“Sakura,” you ask her in all seriousness, “Remember how I caught you snooping around for Dynamights personal number?”

She blushes. “Yeah?”

“If you keep what I’m telling you now a secret, we’ll be even. You no longer owe me anything. Not that you ever really did.”

Red dots appear on her pale skin. “It’s as bad as that? Really? Oh, I’m so invested now. Pray tell!”

Quietly, barely audible over the loud music, you tell her. Not about today, even though it’s still running hammock in your brain, but about the night that started it all. About you finding yourself in Kaminari’s bed.

Her reactions are just what you expected them to be, incredulous gasps and her hands reaching for your arm, anything to hang onto as she listens. Thin branches grow from her hair, a clear sing that she’s not just intrigued, but downright curious. It looks almost like antlers, the way they form a halo around her head, Sakura blossoms in full bloom.

“He’s into you,” she says, fully convinced when you end. “That’s why he shows up so often! I mean he even brings in your favorite snacks and drinks nowadays!”

“Nonsense,” you say, throat dry at the thought. “He’s just being nice.”

“If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t,” Sakura disagrees. “Why are you so convinced that noone likes you?”

You draw back, face hurting as if she slapped you.

“I’m getting another drink,” you excuse yourself from the table, slip away before she can say anything more.

It’s not part of the Quirk, you don’t think.

After all, your mother had it too, but she never mentioned it as a package deal. You can go everywhere you want, but no one’s going to take notice of you, ever.

It’s just you, being the way you are. Boring. 

And maybe it’s the alcohol or the bright lights or literally everything else, but you can’t help but get lost in your mind.

“That’s it, that’s the look!” You hear on your left, your hands clenched in your lap.

Shiozaki’s beautiful in her flowing white dress. She looks like a bride or an angel, nothing but a halo missing. Kaminari’s on his knees, looking up at her like the lovesick fool he should be. You’re going to be sick.

But you don’t, because you’re a professional.

Still, it feels like a part of you is missing in every conversation. As if your heart got up and left the room, your answers come a little mechanically. Kaminari in a form-fitting suit, winking into the Camera. Kaminari in a vintage outfit, missing just the white horse to play the prince coming to Shiozaki’s rescue. And finally, Kaminari in his own outfit, star-shaped glasses reflecting the light.

They look like a lovely couple, you can’t help but think, can’t help but overhear from the people milling around. And it doesn’t matter that he slept curled against your side last night.

You leave right after, in the Chaos of packing everything up.

It’s not like Shiozaki really wanted to invite you over for Drinks. She’s just polite.

It’s not like Kaminari will notice you missing. After all, he’s good friends with Shiozaki, better than you might have thought when you asked for the opportunity. 

You can see it in the way they talk, laugh about shared history. 

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Someone yells in your face and you snap out of the memory, blink into the furious face of someone you must have run into. His shirt is drenched. Is that your fault?

“Sorry,” you mumble, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s the least you can do!” He grunts, grabbing your arm and dragging you along, to the bar where he orders.

You almost disappear next to his height, watching his drink being made while feeling eerily distant.

The guy curses loudly. You turn, expecting yet another drink to go to waste. But he’s looking at the TV mounted over the Bar. You think it played Music Videos earlier, which is a little weird considering the Club itself is playing music, but now it’s showing the News.

Even without sound, it’s not that hard to catch on. A fight broke out downtown, damaging a few of the buildings. As the heavily damaged structure of a building is shown, the Logos of the Heroes at the scene are listed. Dynamight, Tailman, Tsukuyomi. Suddenly the camera cuts back to the News Lady, her face showing concern. And as if to mock you, the bright yellow Logo of Chargebolt appears on screen, coupled with a few shots of Dynamight yelling at a Fireman and Tailman’s concerned face. What is going on?”

“There you are!” Sakura appears at your side. “Did you order?”

“Kaminari!” You say instead, pointing at the TV. “I don’t know what they’re saying.”

“What?” Sakura blinks, looking up, her pink brows furrowed. “Uh. Someone’s buried, I think. Uh. They’re working on getting them out.”

“Kaminari,” you breathe, the thought clear even in your slightly hazy mind. “He’s in danger.”

“Are you sure?” Sakura’s eyes move from you to the TV. “Ah, now they’re covering the Villain Attack instead. He’s a Pro, though, right? I’m sure he’s fine. He’s got his friends with him.”

“No,” you shake your head, your legs a little heavy from the drinks you’ve already consumed. “I’m sure he’s in danger. I’m going to save him.”

“Save him?” Sakura turns. “What are you talking about? You don’t-”

“Here,” you push your credit card into her hands. “I spilled this guy’s drink, you need to pay for it. And… And get yourself another drink too. I’m going to go save him.”

“Please, don’t-” You don’t hear the rest of the sentence, the lights of the Club already flickering in front of your eyes.

You fall heavy against a warm body, knocking the air out of them.

“Kaminari?” You ask, trying to move your legs. They feel like pudding and you’re not sure if the alcohol or the traveled distance is to blame. “Is that you?”

“Y-yeah?” Warm hands grab yours, pulling you up. “What are you doing here? Oh my god, were you in here when the attack happened?”

You hiccup. There’s barely any light filtering in, but dirt’s smeared across his nose and there’s a cut in his brow.

“Are you okay?” You ask, trying to lift your hand to wipe the dirt off his face but your hands are stuck. You blink, a little confused, and try to get them free.

“Are you okay?” He asks back, concern heavy in his voice. “Do you need sugar? Sit down?”

“I think I’m a little drunk,” you explain. “I’ve never teleported when I was tipsy. I think it doesn’t mix well.”

“You don’t say.” He sighs. “Why did you teleport here? Can you teleport home? It’s not safe for you to be here.”

“I’m here to save you,” you explain. “If you hold onto me I can get us out.”

“I can get us out,” Kaminari disagrees. “Come on, stay with me. I’m working on getting the elevator back on, there are some guys trapped inside.”

“Oh,” you make, sinking onto the floor. You feel dumb.

“Here,” Kaminari pats around his pants, comes up with a pretty bashed-up chocolate bar. “Eat this. Sugar helps, right?”

He opens the package, breaks a piece off, and presses it against your lips until you open them. It feels as if he’s grinning, even though you can’t tell in the darkness.

Shame and relief, exhaustion, and the unique shiver of tipsiness wash over you.

You barely manage to swallow the first bite before you slump.

“Are you falling asleep?” Kaminari asks, his voice soft like a blanket.

“Don’t snore,” you tell him off, your last thought nothing but an order to your hands to curl into the pillow. 

“Ah, sleeping beauty is coming back to life,” someone says as you blink into the light.

“What happened?” You ask, voice still a bit slurred. You remember sharing drinks with Sakura, a furious face demanding that you pay for what you’ve spilled.

“Chargebolt found you asleep in the break room,” the voice says and you turn. It’s Tailman, grinning down at you. “Must have been quite the day if you’re able to sleep through a villain attack and an emergency evacuation.”

“I-” you start but the door opens before you can finish the sentence. Kaminari’s smiling as he enters, the cut in his eyebrow taped, yet the dirt across his nose still present.

“Hi,” he says, “I heard you were waking up.”

“Where am I?” You ask, limbs burning with shame as the rest of your memories trickle in. The News. Teleporting to save him. Realizing that he didn’t need saving at all.

“Kindergarten around the corner,” he explains, stepping closer. “They set up a little Triage here, treating the injured. You were just exhausted, so they let you sleep with someone to guard you.”

“Thank you,” you tell Tailman, who’s quick to shake his head. “Oh, I’ve just been here for a few minutes. Chargebolt’s the one who-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kaminari interrupts him. “We get it, Ojiro. Thanks for saving the day.”

Tailman, or Ojiro, as you remember, leaves, winking at you as he closes the door.

The room, just a little corner office, seems smaller now, with just the two of you here. 

You can barely look at him, let your eyes rest on his hands instead. But that doesn’t help much, because the skin above his knuckles is red and you reach for it without meaning to, brushing a thumb over it.

“Did you hit someone?” You ask, notice the shiver that races through him, and pull back again, aware of how close you are for two people that are neither dating nor friends. Just sharing a bed from time to time. Didn’t you call yourself a professional?

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Stupid Elevator didn’t want to work. You need to hit them in the right spot sometimes, like a printer, you know?”

“I’ll keep it in my mind for the next time.” You joke and he sighs.

“Everything okay?” You dare to look up at him, make the question sound sincere. But you can’t focus on his bright eyes, stare at the black streak across his nose instead.

“Do you like me?” He asks and you swallow wrong on reflex, coughing until there are tears in your eyes.

“Hey,” he’s clapping a hand against your back, much too hard to be helpful, but you’re just glad you’re no longer facing him.

“I should get home,” you insist when you can breathe again. “And- and call Sakura. I’m sure she’s worried about me.”

“If you go home now, I’ll just call you over in half an hour.”

You stop, still crouching at the side of the little futon.

“What?”

“I said I’ll just call you over. I- I know you’re sleeping over, you know? I can smell you on my bedsheets.” There’s the sound of movement and when you turn, he’s got his face buried in his hands, his ears a bright red. “Shit, that sounded different than I meant.”

“If you know, why did you not stop it?” You ask, dread heavy in your lungs, your stomach, at the base of your spine. “I’m sure it’s not comfortable sharing your bed with a stranger. I could have taken stronger sleeping pills.”

“I like you.” He huffs, hands dropping. “I thought that was clear. I mean, I know I’m nowhere near your level.”

“My level?” You ask, incredulous. “You mean socially awkward bore?”

He laughs, a stuttering, wonderful sound. “No, I meant beautiful, hard-working, smartass.”

Heat burns its way through your veins. 

“Don’t say those things,” you tell him off, straightening. “You don’t mean them.”

“I do.” Kaminari’s wincing now, a sound that has you turn back again. “I shouldn’t, I know. I mean, I’m recently divorced. I have no clue if I’ll be able to get back into society's good graces. But I- I want you. You know? Even though I have no right to. And I thought… you kept staying. And…” his face is pink now, hands wringing themselves. “You came to save me.”

You reach out and slap him, not as hard as you could have, though your hand still stings from the impact.

His mouth falls open. “What- What was that for?” He asks and you blink.

“I thought you might be a hallucination.”

Kaminari laughs, the sound sudden and almost wrong, but you can’t help but laugh along. 

“I’m going home,” you declare when it ebbs out. You can’t quite catch his eye, still unsure about all of this, that it is real, that it is really happening to you of all people.

“Give me an hour before you call me?”

His grin is blinding.

“I make no promises.”

“What about Vine?” You ask, a tub of your favorite ice cream on your lap, feet outstretched on Kaminari’s mattress. He’s leaning heavily into you, licking the spoon he’d just dug out of his own tub of ice cream.

Sleep had been out of the question when he’d called you over, grinning when you realized that he didn’t need to be half-asleep to do it. 

“What about her?” He asks, before turning to sniff your hair like a maniac. 

“Stop it,” you giggle, though without pushing him away. His grin widens as if he knows you don’t really mind.

“I just…” You drop another spoon of ice cream on your tongue, searching for the words. “You’d fit together.”

“Ah,” he laughs. “Nah. It’s not that I’m not into women way above my League, but I prefer them liking me back. Shiozaki’s not into me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “She’s dating Koji. Remember him?”

“Oh.” You stare. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah. I think they’re getting married. She mentioned something about wanting you as one of her bridesmaids.”

“Me?” You hiccup in shock. “Why?”

“Uh, because she likes you?” Kaminari blinks in confusion. “She said she only agreed to do that shoot with me because you asked. She said she trusts your opinion above anything else.”

Your mouth falls open.

“What?” He asks. “Are you okay?”

“Am I hallucinating again?” You ask, voice quivering.

“Don’t slap me, okay?” Kaminari graps your hands. “I’m sure there’s something else to prove this is real.”

You swallow thickly, mind spinning, ears ringing.

“Hey,” his face has come closer. “Would it be okay if I touch you?”

You’ve got half a mind to realize he’s already touching you, but you nod nonetheless, trusting him more than yourself.

His lips brush yours, featherlight and a little chapped. You stop breathing for a second.

“This is real,” he whispers. “You can feel it.”

“Ah!” You hear Sakura. “Look who’s made it. Mr. 18, Chargebolt.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You imagine him bowing in front of you, can’t help smiling at the thought. “Did the boss already eat today?”

“Not a thing. But she filled me in. I know everything that happened this weekend.”

“Everything?” There’s a moment of Silence and you perk up, fearing Silence between these two more than anything else. The squeak that follows proves you right and you’re at the door in seconds.

“What’s going on?” You ask, a little breathless but not for the reasons you want it to be.

Kaminari’s smiling at you, a little mischievous, a little lost in love and your heart feels like it wants to meet him in the middle.

“He got me Dynamights number!” Sakura stutters, Sakura petals dropping from her hair. “What do I do?”

“Text him, I guess.” Kaminari quips before slipping over, slinging an arm around your hips.

“Hey!” He greets you with a kiss. “Wanna get Lunch?”

“Right now?” You check the clock. 

“Mhm,” he cocks his head to the side. “Or I could show you the pictures I took this morning during training. I think you’ll like them as my new profile pic.”

You sigh.

“Lunch it is.”

“Hey!”

[misssmina]

Characterizing Characters:

Kaminari Denki:

I’ll be using the source material to create a simple list of traits he has already, then based on those traits, things we can infer about him based on those behaviors.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is a very cautious kid. He actively weighs risks involved with actions, though he’s normally not taken seriously.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is acutely aware of his powers. He will outright refuse to use them if it isn’t safe for him to use them. He’s one of the only students in the show to be conscious of this early in the series.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is one of the only characters in the (beginning) series to pick on/not be afraid of Bakugou’s outbursts.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is a fairly calm kid outside of high pressure situations. He’s a chill dude.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is one of the only characters to have a true canonical crush on someone. (Where it has literally been addressed.)

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is NOT dumb. He may have some of the lowest grades in his class, but he has the lowest grades in the top class, of the most exclusive program, in the most exclusive school.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is a very sweet child. Seem to regularly check on and worry about his friend’s physical and mental health.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari has quirk envy! He does not like how dangerous his quirk can be.

SourceMaterial!Kaminari is one of the only students we see whose quirk has a severe immediate negative effect on the user.

Now we can make some inferences based on the information we have already.

ProHero!Kaminari would be a media ICON. Press conferences, guest appearances, talk shows. He’s doing it all.

ProHero!Kaminari would not start his own agency, he would work with or under one of his classmates.

ProHero!Kaminari would probably be used as a defibrillator at some point in his career. He was sent out to more rescue missions after that.

ProHero!Kaminari would have severe, full body quirk scarring.

ProHero!Kaminari would’ve dealt with some kind of brain damage from quirk overuse.

Now some Kaminari headcanons! ⚡️

Kaminari struggled with seizures when his quirk was manifesting. It’s not so much an issue as an adult, but it’s still monitored.

Kaminari and Jirou are the first two to have a merch collab.

Kaminari took multiple years off from hero work after graduation. The pressure was getting to him.

Kaminari gives little static shocks to his friends as a joke.

Kaminari does not like when people joke about his brain issue after quirk use. But he lives with it because he knows it looks funny, even if it hurts.

Doesn’t agree with Mineta’s behavior, but thinks he’s a cool dude otherwise.

Kaminari is the youngest of 4 sisters.

This one was a little short, but I loooove him. By next CC will be after that poll his decided.

[yanderenightmare]

KAMINARI DENKI MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Denki post to posts with notes above 1k.

Cock descriptions:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

DENKI ♡2k

Denki and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Denki fucks you while you cling to your plushies:

TEDDYBEARS ♡1k

Toxic boyfriend Denki:

FUCKBOY ♡1k

What type of hybrid he is:

HYBRID ♡1k

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[midnightjewel]

BNHA Guys Reacting to Your Kids Cartoons and Movies (Part 2)

Kids shows and movies say some pretty out of pocket things that you usually won’t catch or find funny unless you’re an adult

Characters Included: Denki and Mirio

Part 1

Denki

You had finally gotten the twins to settle down after a long morning of constant fussing and arguing. Firstly, they didn’t want to eat their waffles and bananas for breakfast which was strange because that has always been their favorite breakfast. Then, they refused to play with each other but they both wanted to play with the same toys.

To put it lightly it had been an eventful Saturday morning. You couldn’t wait for Denki to get home from his breakfast with the guys. The Bakusquad normally goes out to eat once a month but you were not able to find someone to watch the twins this morning. They didn’t want to go through with the plans without you but you had insisted that they go without you. After much convincing, they gave in and agreed to go out to breakfast without you.

“Hina! Don’t hit your sister!” You jumped up from your spot on the couch that was settled in their playroom. You dashed to the scene and broke the girls up as best as you could.

“No ma’am we don’t hit!” You sternly spoke at the girl who just pouted and resided to look at you. It was her habit when she knew she was in trouble she would refuse eye contact.

“Rina, give back the doll” you turned to the other girl and she also pouted as she handed you the Barbie. “Girls if I put on Trolls will you both sit nicely and not fight?” You look between the two of them. “Yes mama!” They excitedly answered in unison and you breathed out in relief that they would finally cooperate this morning

About a decent ways into the movie you had to pee. But the girls were only two! They could NOT be left alone and quite frankly, you had preferred to do your business in peace without the two girls in the bathroom with you.

Just as you were about to text to ask Denki how breakfast was, you heard the front door become unlocked and open. “I’m back!” Denki announced “Dada!” The girls enthusiastically got up from the couch to hug their beloved father. “Hey honey! How was breakfast?” You asked your husband as you pecked him on the lips, earning a few ‘ew’s’ from your daughters. “Oh it was fun, we all missed you though” he shrugged “yeah, I wish I could’ve came but I’ll go to the next one!” You ruffled his hair

“Dada watch movie!” Hina took her dad by the wrist to drag him to their playroom “Kami, I have to use the bathroom, can you watch the movie with the girls? I’ll be quick!” You reassure him “Of course honey, go piss girl!” He waved you towards the bathroom, his last statement earning a scoff and an eye-roll from you.

As Denki sat and watched the movie, he couldn’t recall if he had ever seen this movie with the girls. As he continued to watch one scene in particular caught his attention as the two main characters seem to have been having a disagreement. “Why not why won’t you sing?!” The pink one had exclaimed “Because singing killed my grandma!” The grey troll countered back “Just leave me alone” he stated, the scene making Denki’s jaw drop dramatically. “Wha-?” Then another creature spoke up “My uncle broke his neck tap dancing once…” causing him to burst out with laughter “No way!” He cackled “That’s where that TikTok came from?!” He continued to laugh until his cheeks were red and he was struggling for air.

Mirio

The ocean was a big fascination in your household this past week. Just your toddler being interested in toddler things. Every week it was something new, last week it was dinosaurs, and the week before that it was the rainforest. You and Mirio were desperate to keep up with your baby’s newest interests every week by finding movies, tv shows, toys, and activities to keep him educated and entertained.

This week your three year old took a big liking to the ocean after visiting the aquarium with you and Mirio last Saturday. He was obsessed with the fishes and coral reefs, of course the colorful elements caught his attention and kept it.

You knew the perfect movie that would keep his attention while you cleaned his various toys up throughout the living room. He could eat his macaroni and cheese while happily watching his movie about the ocean and you could peacefully clean up his toys without him making a big mess behind you as you clean.

You remembered this movie from when you were growing up and you still loved it as much as you did them, so of course, you didn’t mind it being background noise as you tidied up. As your husband walked into the living room you didn’t notice his presence as he leaned in the archway that was the entrance to the living room.

He smiled as he saw a great movie from his childhood being played on the tv for his son to enjoy. “What’s that?” He heard one of the fish in the movie inquire “Oh Sandy Plankton from next door he said it was called uhhh a butt!” He mistook the boat for a butt making Mirio chuckle to himself as he glanced over at you as you were bent over while distributing toys into their respective bins to keep everything organized. “Woah that’s a pretty big butt” the fish responded and Mirio strides over to you

As you were bent over, putting all of the dinosaurs into their respective bin you felt a harsh smack on your ass. “Yeah, that’s a pretty big butt!” He cheekily grinned and you sighed and rolled your eyes but a smile most definitely threatened to form on your face. “You’re horrible” you grin as you playfully swat his chest “I love you too” he laughed as he pecked you on the lips.

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 21: Picnic w/ Kaminari Denki

Word count: 1.2k, Gender-neutral reader

The sun was blaring through the park as you placed the quilted blanket down gingerly, placing your bag of goods upon it. Denki grins as he watches you set up the picnic. His eyes sparkle with excitement, his happiness obvious over any scale. After a few moments he sits, moving closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm so happy to be here with you! You look so beautiful, as always.” He says, his tone soft and full of affection. He smiles warmly, looking into your eyes. He clearly adores your work, enjoying himself immensely. 

You chuckle, leaning into him with a content sigh. “Aw Denks, you're such a sap” You banter playfully, moving forward to empty the contents of the bag. 

Denki snickers a little at your comment, but grins widely nonetheless. He leans against you slightly, his head resting on your shoulder. "Hey, I'm a sap for you. I just like to show it sometimes!" He teases. As you lay out the food, Denki's stomach growls loudly. He blushes a light shade of pink and chuckles apologetically. 

"Haha... sorry. I'm starving." He says, his voice is full of guilt. Even still, he eyes the food with undisguised excitement, his mouth practically watering. You shrug it off, “Haha all good, i'm pretty hungry myself” Denki nods quickly, the moment you agree that he can eat he immediately begins to dig in. Clearly, he was truly starving. He begins to stuff his face with various foods, pausing every now and then to look at you and give you an appreciative hum.

The two of you eat happily for a while, clearly enjoying the food very much. He seems to be in a great mood, his expression content and relaxed. After eating for a while, he stops and looks at you. "You're the best.... this was such a great idea, babe." He says, his voice soft and full of affection.

“Aw thank you baby. Thought we could get out for once without all the stress of school and hero work” You lean back on your palms, basking in the warm atmosphere hunger no longer clouding your judgment. Denki nods in agreement and moves closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer, his hand resting on the small of your back. 

"We should do this more often...." He says, his voice almost dreamy as it flees through the crisp air. He leans his head against you, just enjoying the feeling of being close to you. “Don’t tell me you're just in it for the food” You nudge him, accentuating the almost empty platter ahead of you.

Denki grins sheepishly, knowing he's been caught. He laughs, though he tries to deny the accusation. "What? Nooo, me? Only here for food? I would never..." He says, his voice full of fake indignation. He knows you’re always able to see through him so play9ing it off was no use. You give him a playful slap to the arm, rolling your eyes at his blatant sarcasm.

Denki laughs loudly at your reaction, pretending to be hurt by your smack. "Heyy, that hurt. Have mercy on me, pleaseee..." He says, his voice is still full of playfulness. He pouts at you dramatically, trying to look as pitiful as possible. 

“Never!” You boast, holding back your growing giggles.

Denki gasps, putting up a front of outrage. He clings onto you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He makes a pitiful expression, like a child who’s just been told they can’t have any more cookies. "Aww, cmon! I’ll do anything you say! Please, I promise to behave." His voice is pleading, though he’s clearly not being serious. 

You smirk, seeing him glide his head down into your lap as he looks up at you. You finally give into his childish antics, “Fine fine i chuckle How could i ever say no to you.”

Denki’s face lights up with a big grin when you agree. He lets out a dramatic sigh, as if he is truly touched by your kindness. "You really are too good to me, babe" He says, his voice filled with gratitude, though he is clearly joking. He gives you a cheeky smile, enjoying your indulgent attention. You look down at him, running a hand through his dandelion hair. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Sparky” 

Denki lets out a contented sigh as you run your hand through his hair. He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of your touch. He smiles up at you with a relaxed expression. "Mmm, you really know how to shut me up, don’t you? All you have to do is pet me like I'm some sort of cat" He chuckles, jokingly comparing himself to a domesticated house cat. You snort, “A cat? More like a golden retriever.”

Denki gasps in mock offense, acting like your remark is the most offensive thing he’s ever heard. He pouts for a moment, "A golden retriever? Is that really how you see me? Just some excitable, brainless mutt?" He teases, his tone dripping with dramatic exaggeration. You raise your brows, fake thinking for a moment, leaving him in reverent silence. Denki continues to pout dramatically at your lack of a response. He lifts his head and looks up at you, his expression full of mock hurt. He feigns being incredibly offended. "Babe, cmon. Say something. Don’t leave me in suspense like this. Tell me I’m not some brain dead canine."

You turn back, locking eyes with him. You reach your palms up, squishing his face between them as you tilt your head. “You're not a brain dead canine.”  Denki’s pout melts into a bright smile as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. He leans into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your hands on his face. His eyes close and he lets out a satisfied sigh. "Damn right I’m not. I’m far too intelligent to be just some dumb dog. I’m wayy smarter!" He brags, though his tone is filled with amusement and a good dose of his natural cockiness.

“....maybe a cockatoo now that i think about it”

Denki lets out a groan, clearly not pleased with your new comparison. He lifts his head to face you and looks up with a smirk. "Really? A cockatoo now? Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else? Because last I checked, I don’t have colorful feathers, a long tail, or a huge beak. So I’m not sure cockatoo is quite accurate." You chuckle, leaning onto his shoulder, “I'm just messin with ya. Y'know i love you”

Denki chuckles at your apologetic teasing. He grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "Haha, yeah I know you are. I know that no matter what you say, you always love me. Just like I always love you. No matter what you say or do, or what silly bird you might compare me to." He says jokingly, his tone affectionate and warm. Denki continues to lean against you, enjoying the feeling of your body against his. He closes his eyes for a moment, just basking in the warmth and comfort of being so close to you. "I’m so lucky to have you. You know you’re amazing, right? Like, ridiculously amazing?" He says, his voice full of affection and sincerity. 

Your grin widens, that warm fluttering feeling invading your chest once more. The sun mingled with the breeze, bringing a sense of contentment as sighs are exchanged between the two of you. You look into his  blaring yellow orbs lovingly, 

“Ditto.”

[zawadni]

༉‧ ₊˚. BNHA CHARACTERS TWEETS

[crimsonredfeathers]

Kissed by lightning

Kaminari Denki x chubby!Reader

Warnings: chubby and insecure reader, Denki being a sweetheart

Word count: 334

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"Are you okay?" Denki looked at you with wide eyes as he quickly made his way over to you. The combat training session was over for today, and it hadn't been an easy one. You and most of the other students were battered and bruised, your training suits being ripped beyond repair. When Denki came running to check on you, all you could think of was trying your hardest to hold together the pieces of your clothing, doing your best to save yourself from the embarrassment to let anyone see your plump thighs, or - God forbid - your chubby belly thats skin was riddled with stretch marks. Unfortunately for you there was too much fabric missing.

The moment Denki came to a hold in front of you, you turned away. "Don't look at me," you whispered. Hot tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. Denki hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by the way you acted. You, on the other hand, saw your worst fears coming true. The tears started to fall freely. "I'm sorry, Denki," gentle sobs erupted from your throat as you spoke, "I never wanted to let you see this. We should probably go separate ways so you can finally find a girlfriend you deserve an-"

Denki had grabbed you by your shoulders and spun you around to face him. Pure shock adorned his features as he looked into your eyes. "Are you okay?" He repeated his question from earlier, holding eye contact. "Did you hit your head or something?" Denki cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss your nose. "Y/n, you are the most beautiful and amazing girl I have ever met. And would you look at that cute belly of yours?" He looked down, smiling as to emphasize his next statement, his voice full of adoration. "It looks like you got kissed by lightning." He wiggled his eyebrows as his gaze met yours again. "Now, if this doesn't mean we are meant for each other."

[feralfangirll]

Ask her, dunceface.

This is my first time writing a one-shot ever so please be brutal and hurt my feelings in the comments so I can get better! I love Denki sm and shy nervous Denki is one of my favorites. I didn't proofread this, it's honestly just stream of consciousness lol

CW: not much? maybe a little cussing, jealousy, a little lusty Denki but that's not new!

Just thinking about a nervous Denki when he finally works up the courage to ask you out. Sure he’s asked out almost every 1st year girl at UA… but this is different. 

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Denki has had a crush on you from the first time he saw your big, bright eyes glance over him when Mr. Aizawa introduced you as Class 1-A’s very own transfer student. He remembered the blush that painted your cheeks as you stated your name, sounding more like a song leaving your pouty pink lips than a real honorific; the way your hands wrung the sleeves of the oversized UA sweater that was definitely out of dress code to wear as large as you did; your too short skirt just peaking out of the hem of the green fleece monstrosity that was swallowing your little frame; the fresh, white Converse sneakers you’d styled perfectly with the ugly uniform- even your hair made these ugly digs seem appealing.

He gulped hard as his eyes raked your body over and over, taking advantage of the few seconds he’d been blessed with to ogle you, free of repercussions. 

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Denki had asked many girls out before (and been turned down most of the time) but he’d never felt nervous like this. He had to work up the courage to ask if you needed a pencil for your test after you’d stared at the “pencil only” note written across the top of the page for 10 minutes, tapping a pen to your lips. 

“Oh… thank you. We were only allowed to use pens at my old school…” You say with a sweet smile, taking the new yellow pencil from his clammy hands. He doesn’t know what to say in the face of such beauty so he just nods and hopes his face doesn’t look too short-circuited right now. He makes a mental note to get that pencil back another day, hoping you’ll forget it’s his and tap it to your lips mindlessly too.

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Denki had asked out so many girls before this, so why was sitting across from you at the lunch table trying to make small talk like an Olympic sport? Kirishima noted the little charm hanging from your bag, “Hey, is that from that one Anime?” You lit up at the question and began spewing about your love of the manga, but you didn’t become a reader until you’d watched this one anime…

“Her character is just so confident and powerful… I couldn’t help but obsess over her!” You giggle and his heart explodes.

He knows that manga… he’d jerked it to the main character a couple of times, hey you kind of look like her… He only says the second part out loud thankfully, which earns him another giggle and a bright smile.

“You think so? I always loved her hair so I tried copying the style…” You beam, running your fingers through your hair and scrunching up your cute little nose. Speaking of noses, is his bleeding? He feels lightheaded but he doesn’t dare take his eyes away from you as you go on and on about the show. “ You’ve only ever read the manga? We should watch the show together, I’ve been wanting to do a rewatch.” You conclude and all he can do is nod stupidly.

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Denki had gotten used to rejection, so why did his entire body sweat profusely and his heart sink at the thought of you turning him down when he asks if you want to be a part of his team for quirk training? Your quirks were compatible, so why not? When you agree, he has a hard time not shocking everyone on the training floor to death. 

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Denki was used to being the crusher and not the crush, so why does his entire world stop turning when Bakugo welcomes you to the training team with open arms and flirty, heavy-lidded eyes? And why does time stand still when you give Bakugo the same sweet smile you’d previously reserved for him?

He didn’t even think to ask Bakugo if adding you to the squad was ok, but when Bakugo lets it slide so easily he feels suspicion creep in. You’d talked to other people, you’d made friends these past few months, so was it wrong for you to have become close with the yappy blonde boy? Was it wrong for that yappy blonde boy to flash smiles reserved for very few people every time you did something cute? Was it wrong for that yappy blonde boy to watch your movements the same way Denki did? 

You bend over, hoisting a human-weight dummy over your shoulder before crossing the obstacle course first and Bakugo’s hand moves to his nose… is it bleeding? Is Denki’s heart this loud to anyone else right now? Is the room turning red? Can anyone else feel how hot his blood is boiling as you turn and smile back at the stupidly handsome, talented, blonde, yappy piece of shit boy ogling you in only the way Denki should? Did he wait too long?

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Denki had asked out so many girls he could probably play the alphabet game with just the rejections he’d gotten his first year at UA alone, so why is he so terrified as he walks next to you down the school hall to your next class like he always does? Because there's a question weighing heavy on his mind. Just ask her, dunceface...

He was not going to let Bakugo beat him to asking you first, even if he was turned down. He was determined to get the words out so when he stops you, hands on your shoulders, sparks coming off his shaking frame, eyes wide and full of nerves, and the question practically falls from his mouth, he’s not expecting much. To his surprise, you don’t laugh, you don’t turn away, you don’t gut punch him and rip his heart out with your manicured nails… you smile sweetly and release a breathy huff like you’d been holding your breath for this exact question for months.

“I would love to be your date to the dance, Denki…” You beam and he has to release your shoulders, for fear of crushing them, or electrocuting you, or crying tears of joy… “I was hoping you’d ask me.”

[pinkykats-place]

Kaminari Denki x Reader Insert

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories below are mine

Some contain mature content

Mostly female readers

Gif not mine

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Day Shift

ProHero!Denki x female!Reader

synopsis: you’re stuck working night shift while denki works days. whiny, needy denki is desperate for some action yo 

t/w: nsfw 18+, somnophilia, thigh-fucking, handjob, cum shot, consent is implied but not explicitly given

soft smut 

Kaminari Denki x Female Reader 

Summary: reader has a massive scar taking up a lot of area on her torso that she hates

Hybrid rule 202: Never pull the bunny’s cottontail

Bunny Hybrid!Denki x fem!Reader

Wingman 

Kaminari x afab!Reader 

Summary: Kaminari has always been the wingman, but with you, he wants to be anything but...

Satisfaction (NSFW)

AgedUp!Denki x Unsatisfied!Reader

Summary: As a dominatrix, you start to miss the intimate and mutual part of sex. One late night after a little wine, your best friend Denki chooses to help you with your pent-up frustration.     

Lesson Learned

Chargebolt x fem!Reader

Summary: You hope to teach a lesson to your boyfriend's Sidekick.

pro hero denki with his shy big tiddy goth gf

mommy knows best

stony!Denki x rich, attention-starved milf!Reader

Summary: your husband is absent (as always), and your son’s friend has his eye on you.

Never Mine

Kaminari Denki x Female Reader

Summary: You discover why your boyfriend has been acting differently as of late, much to your dismay. 

Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

Smut in a closet

[frickingnerd]

dating denki kaminari

pairing: denki kaminari x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, flirty denki, silly petnames, mentions of the bakusquad

denki is flirty! like, really flirty. he wants to show you he likes you and while he flirts with some other guys and girls too, he'll sometimes drop his funny & flirty act and let you know he's serious about you!

denki has a bit of dating experience before he starts dating you! he's been on a few dates before and had a girlfriend or two. plus he flirted with enough people already!

denki can be pretty bad when it comes to expressing his feelings for you! it's not like he isn't super sweet, but he likes to joke around a lot and only rarely can seriously tell you he loves you, as he gets way too flustered and worried you might not like him when he's so serious…

but denki genuinely cares about you! yes, he might flirt and joke around a lot, but underneath it all is a caring guy. you're able to see this side of him and know that he's a good guy, with some hidden insecurities that you hope he can get leave behind with your help

denki doesn't blush a lot, but whenever you genuinely compliment him or tell him that you love him, he can't help but get flustered and giddy!

denki is very clingy and beyond happy when initiate hugs or hold his hand! after all, it gives him reassurance that you actually like him!

denki needs physical contact, constantly. he's always holding hands, poking you to annoy you and such. personal space is something he never heard of! or maybe he just enjoys being in your personal space more than he enjoys his own…

he also loves to give you intentionally cringey nicknames, like “hot stuff”, “sparkles” or “sweetie”! he'll even use those around other people, especially his friends

speaking of them, almost all of your dates with denki involve his friends! he always drags you along to hang out with his friends, play games and order take out! it's his favorite way to spend time with you!

though from time to time, denki catches himself getting jealous when he sees how well you get along with his friends. he wonders if you might like someone strong like kirishima more or someone confident like bakugou…

but whenever he catches himself have those thoughts, denki pulls you close to him and peppers you with kisses, which often seems a little quirky and random from your perspective. but to him, it's a reminder that he's the only one who gets to do that!

[makethiscanon]

Okay, this is my first time requesting so idk if im doing it right. But can you do headcannons for Kaminari as your best friend with a female reader? Thank you <3

Denki Kaminari As Fem! Reader's Platonic Best Friend:

Oh! Platonic headcanons. Ahh! I rarely get requests like these but I absolutely love them.

Note: I've put him to college age so I can get the most out of him as a best friend.

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Kaminari is a fun-loving, light-hearted kind of friend.

He's always on his phone, so he's quick to message back and enjoys phone calls or facetiming.

He will poke fun at you if he sees you looking like a swamp-monster first thing in the morning while facetiming, though.

If you're an introvert, Kaminari is that one extroverted friend that adopts you and drags you around everywhere with him.

Kaminari loves taking you out on adventures whether you want to go or not.

And by adventures, he means errands.

He always has stuff to do but only finds the willpower to do them if you're around to bug or joke with.

He also likes cruising in his convertible, so get that seatbelt on while he cranks up the music, and the two of you can wail out songs as you drive between errands.

He's gonna take the scenic route home too so he can pick up the speed and get the wind whipping through your hair.

Kaminari isn't blind to the fact you're a girl, either.

He spends so much time with you that he's accidentally seen you in your underwear too many times to count, and has christened your boobs with names accordingly.

He also knows which products to get you when you're due on, and keeps some at his place just in case.

He also keeps a spare bar of your favourite chocolate hidden in his room for when he needs to appease your PMS demon.

He's a laid back and jokey guy, but Kaminari still gets protective of you.

He tells the lads to knock it off if they ever say anything inappropriate about you.

And he's quick to sniff out any guy who sets his sights on you.

He's not letting some player get anywhere near you... unless you want a fling.

In which case, Kaminari's directing you to the best looking guy at the bar then hollering embarrassing things about using protection at you with a cheeky grin.

Kaminari loves you like a sister, and that's why he makes it his duty to embarrass you whenever he can.

But he's also the one to drop whatever he's doing if you're upset.

He's not great with words, but he's great with awful dad jokes. And he'll keep saying more of them until you've forgotten why you're upset and simply begging him to shut up.

And he won't.

He won't stop until you tackle him and try to cover his mouth, while he keeps laughing at your attempt.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[livvyisb0red]

Denki would soooo be the type to play with your fingers/ let you play with his when holding hands.

[daphdarling]

Hi!! I would love a my hero match up if you wouldn’t mind <3

Basic info: I’m 16, female, my favorite colors cherry red and i kind of consider myself to be a friendly person! I like doing new things and meeting new people. I care about my grades a lot, making sure I get straight A’s and I like joining clubs for experiences!

I love my friends a ton, and I love to make little crafts and trinkets for them and it makes me super happy when I see my friends wearing them!! 🫶

Romance is pretty big for me, I’ve never dated anyone even people who have asked me out since I want to date someone where it’s both of our first relationships, and someone who will do the little things for me even if they’re silly. I’m pretty shy with affection but I do love when other people initiate it!!

My type is pretty broad, but I do think taller/stronger builds are pretty attractive. I like physical commitment to something, no ambition is kind of an ick to me. Especially with dark hair, but I think personality is the most attractive thing. I like confidence and being able to talk to others, but my main thing is them being caring! I want them to show they actually enjoy being around me and don’t put my as a last priority or second thought.

I honestly don’t love shyness or indirectness, especially not a non chalant person, I fear I am extremely chalant! I don’t mind people who are quiet or a bit grumpy tho lol, as long as they take care of me and are sweet to me :)) friendly people or open people are preferred though since I am very bad at picking up on social cues! I know I can be a little hard to pick a person for so I’d love like a top 3 if that’s okay? (Sorry if that’s a lot to ask lol, appreciate it a lot already 💕)

Hope this is enough!! Thank u so much 🫶🫶💕

YOUR TOP 3 MATCHUP…

BAKUGO, DENKI, and SERO

Katsuki Bakugo

Personality Match:

Bakugo’s confidence, ambition, and straightforward nature align well with what you're looking for in a partner. You appreciate a strong, direct person who is passionate about their goals—and that’s Bakugo in a nutshell. He doesn’t waste time with indirectness or being nonchalant, and he takes things seriously, which matches your drive for success and your desire for someone who will prioritize you. Though he can come across as gruff and abrasive, his loyalty and protectiveness for those he cares about is undeniable, which is something you’d really value. You two would connect over your mutual understanding of hard work and ambition.

Romantic Connection:

While Bakugo isn’t the type to openly express affection all the time, his commitment to you would come through in the little things. He’d probably show his care through actions, like making sure you’re safe, helping you with your goals, or supporting you when you need it. Though he’s not outwardly romantic in the traditional sense, his loyalty would shine through. He’d respect your shyness around affection and would show his love by putting you first when it matters most—through his actions, rather than words. You’d feel secure knowing that he’d never neglect you or put you on the back burner, no matter how busy or intense life gets.

Hobbies and Activities:

Bakugo’s competitive nature and drive to be the best might not exactly match your love for creating crafts, but he’s someone who deeply respects your dedication and passion. He’d probably encourage you to pursue your creative endeavors and could even surprise you by participating in something you love, just to make you smile. You might also bond over your shared ambition and drive for selfimprovement, even if your hobbies are more personal or introspective compared to his more actiondriven mindset.

Looks and Vibes:

Bakugo has the confident, fiery energy that you’re attracted to. His intense gaze, spiky blond hair, and muscular build fit the “taller/stronger” type you like, while his brash personality gives off the strong, dominant vibe you find attractive. His bold, straightforward presence would also make you feel cared for, as you know he’s someone who doesn’t shy away from being direct about his feelings, even if he’s not overly affectionate. His physical presence would definitely make you feel safe and protected, which would align with your need for someone who actively shows their care for you.

Denki Kaminari

Personality Match:

Denki is an outgoing, funloving guy who thrives on making connections with people, which perfectly matches your friendly and open nature. He’s the kind of person who can make you feel comfortable and welcome without too much effort, which is exactly what you’d appreciate in a partner. His energetic personality and ability to keep things light and fun would keep you engaged and help you feel at ease, especially since you're not a fan of people who are too shy or indirect. Denki’s charm comes from his warmth and his ability to connect with anyone, making him an ideal partner for someone like you, who enjoys meeting new people and being social.

Romantic Connection:

Denki is sweet, affectionate, and spontaneous, which fits with your desire for someone who’ll do the little things for you. He’s likely to initiate affection in small, playful ways—whether it’s through fun gestures, thoughtful compliments, or surprising you with something cute. He might be the kind of person who sends you silly messages just to make you smile or encourages you to sing together to your favorite songs. You’d feel appreciated and cared for because Denki is attentive and doesn’t hesitate to show how much you mean to him. His affection would make you feel special, even when you're shy about it.

Hobbies and Activities:

Denki’s social and lighthearted nature would make him an easy partner for your love of exploring new things and meeting new people. He’d probably be the one to encourage you to join fun, spontaneous activities or to dive into new experiences together. You’d also appreciate how he’s supportive of your creative side, whether it’s your crafting or singing. Denki is the type to cheer you on and encourage you to express yourself, so your artistic endeavors would be something you could share with him without feeling awkward or selfconscious.

Looks and Vibes:

Denki’s appearance matches your type with his tall, athletic build and his charming, easygoing vibe. His bright blond hair and striking eyes give him a warm, approachable look that would make you feel comfortable and at ease. His laidback, cheerful energy is a great contrast to your shyness, helping you feel more confident and open. His playful nature and infectious smile would add a lot of fun to your relationship, and you'd love how he keeps things lighthearted and fun, without ever making you feel like a second thought.

Hanta Sero

Personality Match:

Sero’s friendly, outgoing personality would mesh well with your sociable nature. He’s someone who’s easy to talk to, knows how to make others feel included, and always looks for ways to connect with people. His openness and positive energy would make him an ideal partner for someone who likes meeting new people and getting involved in different experiences. Sero’s not as intense or overbearing as Bakugo, but he’s still confident in his own way, and he’d make sure that you feel valued and respected. He’s caring without being overbearing, and he would make you feel at ease with how genuine and welcoming he is.

Romantic Connection:

Sero is a caring, thoughtful person who enjoys making his partner feel special. He’d likely be the type to surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like taking you to see a new band or making you something that reminds him of you. His affection would be consistent and genuine—he’s not the type to play games or be nonchalant. You’d appreciate his steady, sweet nature, as he’s always sure to make you feel loved and cared for. Sero would initiate affection in a way that makes you feel comfortable—small touches, encouraging words, and just knowing that he genuinely enjoys spending time with you. He wouldn’t leave you guessing about his feelings.

Hobbies and Activities:

Sero’s easygoing nature and sense of adventure would complement your love for trying new things and exploring new experiences. He’s likely to be down for whatever new activity you want to try, whether it’s singing, crafting, or simply hanging out with friends. His creativity would match your artistic side, and he’d likely support your hobbies in a way that makes you feel proud. You two would probably bond over casual, fun activities—like making crafts or attending a concert together. Sero is the kind of person who enjoys life to the fullest, which makes him an exciting, upbeat partner.

Looks and Vibes:

Sero has a relaxed, approachable vibe that matches your friendly personality. His cool, casual style, with his dark hair and confident smile, gives off a laidback yet strong impression. He has the “taller/stronger” build you like, and his positive, easygoing energy would make you feel comfortable and appreciated. His warm presence would help balance your shyness and give you confidence, knowing that he’s genuinely interested in you. He’d provide you with both emotional support and a sense of security, making sure you never feel like you’re not a priority.

Final Thoughts:

Katsuki Bakugo brings confidence, strength, and a deeply protective nature that would resonate with your desire for someone who takes things seriously and puts in the effort to show they care, even if it’s through more indirect means.

Denki Kaminari is all about fun, energy, and affection. He’d keep things lighthearted, while also being incredibly attentive and thoughtful—perfect for someone who values playful yet sincere romance.

Hanta Sero offers a balance of warmth, openness, and steady affection. His friendly personality and caring nature would make him a great match if you’re looking for someone who is easy to connect with and who genuinely enjoys spending time with you.

All three of these characters would make great matches for you, depending on whether you’re drawn to more intensity (Bakugo), lighthearted fun (Denki), or a balanced, comforting presence (Sero).

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✨KAMINARI DENKI'S MASTERLIST✨

Codex:

❗ = NSFW

💞 = SFW

✨ = Songfic/InspobySong

✨BNHA MAIN MASTERLIST✨

Underage characters are Aged Up! If that’s not your cup of tea, DNI with me/block me, please!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Zappy <3 beneath the cut!

Series:

💞✨ - xpregnant!reader songfics

❗ - gangster!au

Fics/HCs:

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Smashbox:

There are so many P!NK wires to untangle. Send an ask to help out!

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IIDA IS WINNING AGAINST DENKI??? DENKI IS HILARIOUS, CUTE, POWERFUL!!

HE MUST WINNN!