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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Pikachu, I Choose You!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari

Requested By: Spoilerz_Alert (Ao3)

"Nonononono- Ahhh, Denki, nooooooo!"

Kyoka rubbed her eyes sleepily as she shuffled down the last few steps of stairs. Hanta's miserable wail floated out of the kitchen, making her ear jacks twitch as she registered the high-pitched sound. Metallic clangs and muttered curses followed, and when Kyoka approached to inspect the chaos occurring in the kitchen, she also could discern Denki's characteristic low-toned "yayyyyy."

She smothered a giggle as she rounded the corner to find the aforementioned blond seated at the table, drooling a little as he pushed his upturned thumbs through the air. Hanta was carrying the fried remains of their toaster over to the trash can. He tossed the blackened, sparking metal into the bin with an annoyed grunt, then slammed the lid closed. "God damn it, Denki! That's the third one this semester! Mr. Aizawa'll probably start making you pay for them!" he scolded.

"Yayyyyyyyy," responded the short-circuited boy jovially. Hanta rolled his eyes and collapsed against the counter with an exaggerated sigh.

"I just wanted some toast," he lamented woefully. His head lolled over to watch Kyoka as she strolled into the small kitchen. "Mornin'."

"I see Chargebolt here has apprehended the toaster villain yet again," the girl quipped playfully. Denki's head bobbled on his neck like a baby's as he mindlessly ogled at her. As Kyoka raised an eyebrow at him, he cooed and gave her his thumbs-up motion. Kyoka smiled, unable to not find his addled state comical and endearing, and walked over to affectionately ruffle his yellow locks. "Great job, buddy. You saved us from a real menace." Denki released a bubbly laugh and flopped forward, forehead striking the table.

"Fuck, did Pikachu fry the toaster again?!" Katsuki cursed as he stomped into the kitchen to find the boy slumped over and still constantly humming "yayyyyyy!" When Hanta and Kyoka nodded solemnly, the volatile blond angrily kicked the nearest chair and tromped over to the pantry. He ripped open a box of corn flakes and shoved his hand into the bag to grab a massive handful of the crunchy cereal. He pushed them into his mouth, a few missing the mark and clattering down to the floor, while glaring at Denki. "Fucking hell. I just wanted some fucking toast," he grumbled with full cheeks.

"Me tooooo!" Hanta cried exasperatedly and threw his arms up in an irritated gesture. "The world's against us today." Denki blinked slowly and lifted his head to peer at Katsuki.

"Yay?"

"'Yay,' indeed, moron," Katsuki huffed and shoved another handful of corn flakes into his mouth. "How the fuck does he keep fryin' the damn thing, anyway?" Passively listening to their conversation, Kyoka hunted through the various drawers for a can opener so she could peel the lid off the canned peaches she wanted for breakfast.

"When he stays up all night gaming, he's super tired in the morning and can't control his Quirk!" Hanta answered with a pointed glare at the clueless blond, who nodded sagely and confirmed with a succinct "Yay." Not that he knew what they were even talking about.

“Dumbass Pikachu,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath. Just as Katsuki uttered his nickname for Denki, Kyoka spied a few washable markers in one of the kitchen drawers. A mischievous ploy bloomed in her head, and so with a playful grin, she plucked up the red marker and uncapped it with her teeth. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at her as she crossed the kitchen and sat down in the chair beside the dazed Denki. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“A little payback for the toaster,” Kyoka mused. That was her reason for them, but at the moment, Kyoka’s mind was absorbed with how absolutely adorable Denki would look like a cute little Pikachu. She chuckled to herself as she put the marker to his cheeks. Hanta and Katsuki watched her with wide eyes as Kyoka scrawled two oval shapes on Denki’s cheeks with the red pen, and dotted a cute little rounded triangle on the tip of his nose. They all snorted as Denki blinked incomprehensibly and hummed, “Yay?” when Kyoka finished. Sniggering, Kyoka snapped a picture and used her phone’s editing function to draw a pair of Pikachu ears and a zig-zaggy tail on him. She sent it in the students’ group chat, and Hanta and Katsuki’s phones pinged. They both burst into laughter when they opened up the message.

“That’s rich,” Katsuki snickered, admiring Kyoka’s handiwork even as he shoved the cereal box bank into the pantry. By this time, Denki was beginning to regain his senses, blinking rapidly. It took him a moment to register Kyoka’s presence beside him. After he finally returned to his baseline state, he groaned and rubbed the side of his head.

“Aw, man, did I fry the toaster again?”

“Yup,” Katsuki confirmed as he strolled out of the room, apparently not wanting to hang around for the pending conversation. Denki whined self-loathingly and flopped forward against the table. He opened his phone to read the notification and shot upright when he saw the picture.

“What the-! Hey!” he whined loudly. Kyoka stifled giggles with her hand as Denki opened his front-facing camera. “Not funny!” he complained, poking at the red ovals decorating his cheek. The marks made the pout he tossed her exceptionally cute. “You’re so mean, Kyoka…”

“What? I think it’s adorable,” she complimented jokingly. Denki just groaned and pushed his cheeks around, smearing the edges of the circles. “Relaaaaax,” she laughed and nudged him lightly in the ribs with her elbow. “It’s washable ink. You don’t have to go to class like that.”

“Thank God!” he exclaimed with relief, rising promptly from the chair. “I don’t think I could face Aizawa like this!”

“Like what?” Denki jumped a foot in the air at the teacher’s sudden appearance; the dark, broody man hovered in the entranceway to the kitchen, clutching an empty mug that smelled faintly of coffee. Aizawa stared levelly at Denki as the boy gawked at him like a deer struck by headlights. Aizawa then just sighed and proceeded to the coffee pot to refill his cup with the bitter brown liquid. He mixed in a faint amount of sugar and then turned to stare blatantly at the blond boy while sipping at the beverage. “Pika-pi,” he said monotonously before sauntering off. As Kyoka and Hanta collapsed in hysterical laughter, Denki’s face turned a shade of crimson.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys, laugh it up,” he mocked irritatedly as he made to leave as well. “Next time I’m frying the toaster on purpose!” he called as he rounded the corner. Kyoka nearly fell out of her chair as she tried to get up and follow. Holding her belly, she staggered to the wall, holding onto the edge as she shouted after him.

“Denki! Come on; it was a joke! You’re not mad, right? Right? … Denki?”

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Denki was obviously mad.

Kyoka squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she discreetly stared at him from across the classroom. He’d refused to speak to her since that morning, and had even resorted to avoiding her. They usually walked to class together, joined by Momo and Hanta, but when she’d joined the three on the front porch, he’d stomped off by himself, insisting he wanted to walk alone. He’d arrived to class first, and when she’d cheerfully greeted him, he’d ignored her. Groaning, Kyoka flopped forward onto her desk, not even bothering to get a head start on the English homework they’d been assigned.

I’m so stupid…

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, much to her surprise. She sat up to brush her fingertips over her eyes, which widened when she saw them glistening with salty tears. Hurriedly, she asked Present Mic if she could be excused and scurried off to the restroom. She slipped into a stall, locked it, and sank onto the toilet with a mournful sigh. What’s happening to me? Why am I so upset? She thought wildly as she rubbed at her eyes to stifle the tears. They stopped, but only just.

Sure, maybe Kyoka’s prank wasn’t in good taste, but normally she’d just wait for someone to come around rather than moping over the silent treatment. But this was different. She couldn’t stand that Denki was angry with her, and it hadn’t even been six hours. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she fidgeted on the toilet, nervous energy causing her to twitch endlessly. She pulled up the damning photograph, and couldn’t help but smile at his adorably dorky expression. She laughed shakily and swiped her thumb over the screen, causing it to zoom in a little. He’s just so cute he makes me stupid…

Kyoka squeaked aloud and sat bolt upright in the chair, dropping her phone in the process. She didn’t even rattle over the fact that the screen might have shattered. Her mind was shattering with a startling realization. Could I… Could I have a crush on Denki?! It was ludicrous. Ridiculous. Impossible! … And yet, as she thought of the boy, her heart fluttered in her chest. Groaning, she ran her hands over her face. And now he’s super pissed at me, she lamented. It was no wonder she hated the fact that he was angry… She was crushing on him, and only wanted to be in his good graces.

“All right, Kyoka. Get out of your head,” she huffed, knocking on her head with both of her hands for emphasis. “Just calm down and be reasonable. All you have to do is apologize… That’ll smooth things over.” How could she apologize, though? She didn’t know if she could wait all day to corner Denki alone. “Drop some hints. That’s all you have to do,” she huffed doubtfully. Anxiety bubbled in her belly, making her a little nauseous. “That’s all you have to do,” she repeated, as if doing so would strengthen her will.

It was much easier said than done.

“Okay, Kyoka. Just relax. You got this,” she murmured under her breath. After returning from her solitary pep talk in the bathroom, the lunch bell had rung. She had just exited the line and was searching for a seat- a specific seat. Denki was settled with Hanta across the room. Kyoka’s eyes locked onto the empty booth seat across from them. After sucking in a breath like it was liquid courage, Kyoka speedily crossed the lunchroom and plopped her tray down in front of Denki, probably a little too harshly. Denki peered critically at her from under the strands of his bangs. A blush began to crawl up her neck. Much more calmly, she slid into the seat and cleared her throat.

“H-Hey, Denki.” She saw the corner of his mouth twitch and hoped that was a sign he would break his silence. His gaze then dropped to his beef stew, and he swirled it around disinterestedly, steeping the rice in the thick broth. Kyoka swallowed, not one to be deterred, and pushed her tray forward slightly with a finger. “I know you much you like egg pudding,” she offered with a gesture to the little jiggly pudding sitting at the edge of the tray. “I don’t like it, but I thought you might like another, so…” she trailed off, hoping the boy would get the memo. His eyes were lidded as he studied the egg pudding. Silently, he reached out to take it off her tray and put it on his. He then resumed mindlessly stirring his stew.

Hanta’s eyes shifted rapidly between the two of them, a noodle hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it up and then quickly stood, announcing that he was going to see if he could pilfer some more ramen from someone before running off like the Devil was behind him. Denki said nothing, but Kyoka saw his body tense uncomfortably.

“Denki, I’m sorry, okay?!” she blurted before the boy could try and escape. “I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. I just… I just…” She couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation aside from she just thought he would look cute, and she sure as hell couldn’t say that. Denki’s golden eyes flickered up from the stew to stare fixedly at her. She slumped down in the booth seat at the harsh edge of the bright gold depths. “I’m sorry,” she repeated meekly, tears rising to her eyes without realizing it. “I’m just stupid…”

“Kyoka,” he sighed, and the sound of his voice made her heart sing. He pushed the trays aside to reach across the table and grab her hand. He stared at it as he swept his thumb over the soft skin, and every caress sent fire flying through her nerves. Her cheeks burned pink, but Denki was seemingly oblivious to the romantic implications of his gesture. “You’re not stupid.” The smile he flashed her made Kyoka melt into a relieved puddle of mush right there, but she couldn’t help but object.

“Denki, I took that dumb photo, and it was insensitive, and-”

“It’s okay!” He laughed with a dismissive wave of his free hand. He then looked bashfully down at the egg pudding she’d given him. “I mean, I was a little upset at first, because… I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all you think I am. Some dumb, stupid Pikachu.” Before he could continue, Kyoka interrupted with her free hand flapping around wildly.

“Oh, Denki, no! No, no, no! I just… I, um… Bakugo kept calling you Pikachu, and I just…” Growing meek, she slumped down into the booth until her shoulders hunched up to her ears. “I couldn’t help thinking about how cute you would look as a Pikachu…” Denki’s eyebrows nearly touched the roots of his hair as he gawked surprisedly at her. He then flashed her a brilliantly bright smile.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Kyoka used her free hand to cover her bright red face as much as she could, embarrassed by how pleased he was at the prospect. Still holding her hand, he grabbed a fork and took a big bite of the egg pudding while Kyoka nodded admittingly. He seized his phone and pulled up the photograph, then smirked. “I guess I do look pretty adorable,” he reasoned with a wink at Kyoka. The girl’s headphone jack ears wriggled nervously, a bit unsettled by his one-eighty in mood. He dropped the phone and smiled sweetly at her. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I shoulda just been a man and talked to you about it instead of giving you the silent treatment.” Kyoka’s throat bobbed as she swallowed the relieved sob rising in her chest.

“Yeah, but… Fair’s fair, I guess,” she said guiltily. She flushed red as Denki leaned across the table to use his thumb to wipe away her tears.

“No! Even if I was upset, taking it out on you like this was petty. As Kirishima would say, it wasn’t very manly of me.” His light-hearted tone all but forced Kyoka to give him a hiccupy laugh. How could she stay sad with the sunny boy around? Still, she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit blue; though he was gently sweeping her tears away, she could tell just by the look on his face that it was a purely platonic gesture. Still, she couldn’t help but lean a little into his touch, making her chin brush lightly against the heel of his palm. “I’ve got an idea,” he suggested with a bright smile. “How about tonight we watch a movie, huh?”

“J-just the two of us?!” she squeaked, blushing at the high-pitched tone of her voice. Denki didn’t notice, nodding enthusiastically. “O-okay…” She was relieved that he was no longer irritated with her, but she couldn’t help but think that she was jumping out of the frying pan only to land in the fire.

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Kyoka had landed in the fire indeed.

Her body burned with a fierce blush as she sat on the end of Denki’s bed, unable to focus on the anime movie playing on his television screen. He’d insisted on sharing a blanket, and so there she was, snuggled up under the covers with the oblivious blond and feeling like she would spontaneously combust at any moment. Denki lay on his stomach with his cheeks pushed into the palms of his hands. His ankles crossed over behind his back. Jiro was sitting upright beside him, hugging her knees to her chest and sweating nervously.

Just play it cool, Kyoka… Don’t be weird… she encouraged herself frantically. With every passing second, she was terrified that Denki would notice the damp puddle of perspiration surely forming under her. She had to suppress a squeak when Denki shifted positions, sitting up beside her and tugging the blanket to enclose them in a suffocating bubble of heat. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth until the skin shredded a little. She’d only realized she was crushing on the boy less than eight hours ago, but now it was all she could think about. When his arm inadvertently brushed against hers, she couldn’t take it anymore. Squealing, she jumped out of the covers to stumble out onto the floor.

“Kyoka? What’s up?” Denki blinked owlishly at her as she panted heavily. Every inch of her skin felt like it was submerged in lava. Part of her was frustrated that he wasn’t picking up on the undeniable signs, but the other part of her thought she’d surely die if he posed the possibility of her crushing on him. The turmoil of the day had fried Kyoka’s brain to charred mush, so she could only sink into one of his bean bag chairs with an agonized groan.

“I don’t… I just… I need a minute,” Kyoka whined miserably. Denki blinked slowly, then peeled the blankets off himself and timidly crawled over to her. She peered through her eyelashes at him as he approached cautiously, her cheeks growing redder with every inch he crept closer.

“Kyoka… Are you feeling okay?” he inquired with a suspicious look. Sure that her cheeks were the shade of tomatoes, she groaned and looked away ruefully. She rubbed at her face, flinching at the sheer amount of heat radiating off her body in suffocating waves. “You’re acting weird,” Denki continued with a concerned tone. “Look, I promise I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s not that,” she admitted through the fingers laced over her lips. She stared intently up at the ceiling with shaky eyes. Was she really about to confess this? “Do… Do you know… Why I was so upset at the fact that you were mad at me?” Denki grunted, and she could tell by the way his clothes shifted that he was rubbing the back of his neck puzzledly.

“Well… I dunno… I was a little shocked at how sensitive you were about it.” The bean bag creaked as she wiggled uncomfortably in the embracing soft bag of beads.

“I… Well… I couldn’t stand the idea that you were mad at me because… because…” Her throat closed up, preventing her from forcing out the words though she desperately wished she could just spit them out. Her chest felt like a great big balloon had swelled up inside her, pushing on her chest wall to make it impossibly tight. Denki waited patiently for her to continue. Kyoka just couldn’t. Frustrated tears began to burn her eyes, and she desperately tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Whining in agony, she clamped her hands down over her eyes, praying the darkness would push her over the edge into a confession. It didn’t.

“Kyoka?” Denki’s voice was soft, inquisitive. She heard him crawl around the edge of the bean bag to sit on his knees beside her. She whimpered as his fingers began to pull at her own, slowly prying her hand away from her left eye. Hesitantly, she cracked that eye open to see him smiling amusedly. “You’re not trying to say that you like me, are you?” She pulled her bottom lip under her teeth and chewed anxiously on it, debating whether to admit it or start vehemently denying it. After a few seconds, she managed a tiny nod. “This better not be some kinda cruel joke.” She squeaked and started sputtering refusals at his deadly serious expression. Then, in the next second, he was laughing animatedly.

“Denkiiii!” she whined, red-faced, and punched him in the shoulder. He kept cackling even as he rubbed the now sore area.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help but get a little payback,” he chuckled. Kyoka settled down after a minute, but her face continued to burn. He smiled affectionately; it made her heart thump loudly in her chest. “I like you too, Kyoka. To tell ya the truth… Being angry with you made me so miserable I couldn’t stand it.”

“Really?” she asked in a small voice, and he nodded.

“Yeah. That’s why I couldn’t stay mad,” Denki said gently. His hand rose to cup Kyoka’s cheek, and she pressed her face into it, relishing the soft skin of his palm embracing her. “I could never stay mad at you.”

“Even when I do stupid stuff?”

“Hey,” Denki snorted, “considering I’m the world’s leading expert in stupid stunts, I can cut you some slack for the occasional lapse in judgment.” Kyoka giggled. Her body sung with a bubbly champagne-like high that sent her mind floating into blissful, foggy euphoria.

Denki leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, eyes lidded as he smiled lovingly. “You haven’t smiled all day,” he remarked, catching her off guard. “I love it when you smile.” His compliment made the small smile on her lips stretch wide across her face. His thumb caressed the arc of her cheekbone as he stared deep into her eyes.

“So are you gonna kiss me orrrrrrrr what, Pikachu?” His eyebrow cocked at her blatant request. Kyoka’s cheeks tinged pink at her boldness, but she levelly held his stare, challenging him. Denki smiled impishly, but then leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers in a lingering sweet kiss. Kyoka hummed approvingly at the pleasant sensation of his soft lips molding over hers. The movie they were watching was long forgotten as they basked in the glow of each other’s presence and the bliss of young love blooming between them.

~Bonus~

Kyoka’s smile was bright as daylight as she stared into her phone screen; Momo could see it across the room. She approached Kyoka from behind as the girl lounged on the common room sofa, feet kicked up over the back and reclined against one of the throw pillows.

“What are you smiling about?” Momo inquired as she leaned over the arm of the couch. Kyoka was staring at her lock screen. It was a photo of her and Denki; they had marker on their faces- red ovals on their cheeks, and a little rounded triangle on the tips of their noses. Brown-tipped, long, pointed yellow ears and zig-zaggy tails had been scrawled in the background with her editing app. They looked so happy together, pressed against one another as they smiled for the camera. Momo smiled, glad to see her best friend so madly in love. Kyoka tipped her head back over the arm of the couch to grin blissfully at Momo.

“Oh, you know… Making plans. Denki wants to go out to eat tonight.” Momo hummed approvingly and leaned down, pressing her cheek against the top of her friend’s head as she hugged her loosely.

“I’m happy for you, Kyoka. You deserve it.”

“Thanks,” the noirette said and glanced back to her phone to respond to a message from Denki. “So, when are you gonna start going out with Todoroki?”

“I-I beg your pardon?!”

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potionpins · 2 years

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Denki counted slowly, then released his quirk, holding his breath as he frantically sought her pulse again.

Nothing.

(my last piece for the @kmjr-mini-bang for a fanfic written by Dragonshade!)

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cece-ta · 2 years

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a way to make her stay

G | BNHA | 4.2K words | Kamijirou Mini Bang, in collaboration with @ktyillustrationandart

AO3

Summary: Upon arrival in the Kaminari Kingdom, travelling bard Kyouka meets a mysterious yet flirty stranger named Denki. For some reason, she can’t help but feel like she’s heard that name before…

Jirou glanced around in awe as she walked through the front gates of the royal city of the Kaminari Kingdom.

Gears whirred around her, moving both lifts and sliding platforms. Steam puffed into the air to power the mechanical contraptions littered throughout the city. Methodically placed metal pipes whistled as the wind blew through them, creating a gentle melody that made Jirou’s music-loving heart sing with joy.

The royal city was mostly built upon a steep hill, with many layers connected by both the platforms and steps. At the very top, a grand, stone castle loomed over the city with a flag displaying the kingdom's insignia proudly waving high in the sky.

Jirou had heard about the mechanical city from people she’d met on her travels across the lands, but none of what they said compared to seeing the real thing.

Smiling to herself, Jirou stepped onto a separate section of the pathway at the side of the road that moved on its own. She stumbled a little as it carried her. Having never experienced anything quite like it, it brought her a sense of childlike wonder.

A little further down the road, Jirou hopped off the ground… slide… thing (she didn’t know its name and couldn’t even begin to guess) as soon as she spotted a clothing store. Stumbling a little, she almost collided with a middle-aged woman carrying a basket full of fresh fruits and vegetables.

“Sorry,” Jirou curtly apologised.

“Don’t worry about it,” the lady responded with a warm smile, “the escalators take a bit of getting used to.”

Escalators. Yeah, Jirou never would have guessed that correctly.

She clipped open one of the pockets on the bag resting on her hip, and pulled out a small coin pouch. After her long journey, she was running out of money. However, her current outfit was looking a little worse for wear. On top of the various mud stains, there was a rather obvious tear at the waist of her blouse. She’d already seen someone cast a judgemental look her way.

As she walked up to the shop, eying a gorgeous pair of black and purple gloves displayed in the window, Jirou’s eyes caught sight of a beautiful mural painted on the wall of the building next door.

She marvelled at the pure artistry of the piece which depicted what looked to be the royal family if the golden, jewel-encrusted crowns adorning their heads were anything to go by.

The beaming young boy (Prince Denki, according to the lettering beside him) looked to be a few years younger than her, Jirou mused. He had dazzling blond hair with a black streak that looked oddly like a bolt of lightning. Jirou had thought people were joking when they mentioned the peculiar colouration of the prince’s hair, but after seeing Prince Shouto of the Todoroki Kingdom she supposed nothing was too far fetched.

“Hello, there! Are you interested in buying any of our garments? They’re all sewn in-house!” a bubbly voice called out. It pulled Jirou out of her thoughts as she looked back at the clothing store to see a young girl with bright, curly hair and an even brighter grin to match.

A short while later, after changing into an outfit put together with the help of a kind seamstress named Mina, Jirou stepped back into the street. Adjusting the shoulder strap of her dress, she made sure it lay comfortably underneath the outer layer on top.

Jirou wasn’t usually one to wear such a garment, but she found the leather corset making up the top half mixed with the burlesque skirt to be a flattering look on her. It also paired nicely with the gloves she’d spotted earlier.

(That and it was purple, which Jirou had claimed as her signature colour long ago.)

During Jirou’s time spent in the shop, the sunny sky had darkened to a deep orange and purple hue.

She cursed inwardly and bit her lip. So distracted by the architecture, she had forgotten to find a place to rest!

Much to Jirou's imminent relief, a bustling tavern a little further down the road had a sign out front stating it doubled as an inn for short stays.

‘Perfect,’ she thought.

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After sorting out her accommodation for the night, Jirou slumped down with a heavy sigh into a seat at the only empty table in the room. She placed her pint of beer down and unstrapped the lute slung over her back, nestling it between her aching feet.

She had been without rest all day, what with finishing her travel into the city via foot in order to ensure she had some money left over, and then walking around the city.

Stretching out her legs and arms, Jirou took a moment to relax and leant back against the cold wall behind her. Her eyes fluttered shut.

If it weren’t for the noisiness of the tavern's guests, she might possibly have fallen into a deep slumber. But she’d never slept well with high levels of noise.

(That, and Jirou felt she deserved a nice drink. As a treat.)

“Hey, there! It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? About two years, right? How’ve you been?”

Her eyes snapped open. A young man shrouded by a large cloak sat in the seat beside her, his face scarcely visible due to the hood obscuring his head.

Jirou’s palms clammed up as she tried to recall meeting him, but her mind only came up blank.

The stranger nodded his head to the left.

Jirou’s eyes followed the movement, spotting a group of men whose smiles turned to snarls.

“They were talking about you in ways I’d rather not repeat,” the mysterious stranger explained with a wince and a shake of his head. “Women are a rare sight in this place, but unfortunately creeps like them are not. And the only way to get them to back off is to make them think you’re ‘claimed’ by someone else”

Jirou’s nose crinkled as she drank a large gulp of her beer. “Disgusting,” she spat.

“Disgusting, indeed,” he agreed. “They should hopefully stop now, though.”

“Thank you.”

The stranger blanched, his expression morphing to one of amusement.

“Hey, no need to thank me. Any decent guy would have done it. I’m Denki, by the way,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

The name felt familiar somehow, but she brushed it off. Jirou met so many people throughout her travels it wasn’t odd to think some of them might have the same name.

As her hand clasped his, Jirou felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body. She flinched at the contact, not noticing Denki do the same. “I’m Kyouka Jirou.”

“A pretty name for a pretty face,” he said with an exaggerated wink.

Jirou barked out a laugh and rolled her eyes. “What, are you gonna press a kiss to my hand next? Drop a pick-up line that’ll sweep me off my feet?”

“Ah, well, I can’t deny how tempting that sounds,” he flirted, leaning closer to her. From this distance, Jirou could make out flecks of gold in his eyes that matched the strands of hair visible from underneath the hood of his cloak. “After all, you are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

A blush rose to Jirou’s cheeks as she quickly snatched her hand back. Her mouth opened to say a quick retort but Jirou found herself rendered speechless.

Seeing her state of fluster, Denki laughed. “Maybe I ought to hold back on that. I think you’re about to pass out.”

“I am not!” She denied.

With all her travels, she’d never had time to think of relationships. Honestly, Jirou couldn’t even recall a time when a man had flirted with her so casually, so forgive her brain for shutting down!

“Okay, okay,” he raised his arms in mock surrender, laughter trailing out. “But seriously, are you not from these parts? I’m pretty sure I’d remember a face like yours.”

She raised a brow. “In all seriousness, you say, and then proceed to flirt with me again,” Jirou smiled despite it and took another sip of her drink. “I’m from the Yaoyorozu Kingdom to the east.”

“Oh, wow,” he said, eyebrows raising. “That’s really far from here. Why come all this way?”

Jirou inhaled a deep breath and bit her lip. She’d always found it nerve-wracking to talk about her music with others despite it being her life’s greatest passion—not to mention her usual way of making a living. Reaching down, she picked up her lute and placed it on the wooden table.

“I wanted to play music and I wanted to travel the world, so I figured why not kill two birds with one stone? This kingdom is my last stop on the way home. It’s taken me a few years, but I’m proud to say that I have travelled all over the known world.”

Denki stared at her, smitten with amazement. His eyes lit up with wonder as he buzzed with so much energy he was practically vibrating in his seat.

“You good?” She questioned amusedly.

“Sorry, I just… that’s so cool! I wish I could travel to other kingdoms,” he explained, staring up at the ceiling as he looked as if he’d gotten lost in his own little fantasy. “There’s so many places I want to see, and you’ve probably visited all of them! I’m kinda jealous, honestly.”

“Then just do it,” Jirou said, trying to keep a straight face but ultimately failing. “If it's the money you’re worried about, don’t think about it too much. I’m not exactly well-off myself but I managed to find work everywhere I went.”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it all wrong! The money isn’t an issue for me,” he paused, wincing. He frantically shook his head and waved his hands. “That came out wrong, but basically you could say my parents are a bit… strict. Same reason I’m wearing this stupid cloak right now.”

“Hey, it’s a cool getup.”

“And I trust your judgement wholeheartedly,” Denki said, making Jirou’s heart flutter once more. He flopped forward, head meeting the table as he stared up at her and whined, “but I hate having to wear it just to get a drink.”

“Then don’t?” Jirou said with a short laugh. “A little rebellion never hurt anyone. Your parents are just uptight. It’s not like you’re a prince or something.”

Denki sputtered out a laugh, banging a fist on the table as he covered his mouth with his hand. He inhaled a shaky breath and held up a single finger in the air to signal he needed a moment to calm down. Just as he was about to compose himself, Denki broke out into another fit of giggles.

It was almost infectious, and Jirou found herself beginning to laugh too despite not understanding what was so funny. He was so loud, people were beginning to stare at them.

“What?” She asked.

As Kaminari let out one final wheeze, he wiped a tear from his eye. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Nothing,” she repeated. Jirou looked at him in disbelief. “You were laughing that hard over ‘nothing’.”

“What, am I not allowed to laugh?” Denki asked, pressing a hand over his heart. He huffed dramatically, tilting his head up at the ceiling. “I’m hurt by your words, Kyouka.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Thank you!”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

The conversation continued on, with more flirting on his end and more teasing jabs from Jirou. All the aches and pains in her body were pushed to the back of her mind as Denki spoke, his mere presence soothing.

Jirou had never connected with anyone so fast, not even as a child. They clicked together perfectly, and Jirou found herself crossing her fingers and praying for the conversation to never end.

But unfortunately, midnight crept up on them. People had already started to trail out, the noisy atmosphere traded for a more intimate one of seclusion.

“How long are you thinking of staying here?”

“I’m not sure,” she hummed. “It depends on what kind of work I can get. There’s usually someone in need of entertainment, so I’m never truly out of options. I need to save enough to make the journey home, though, and it’s quite a long one this time.”

If her estimations were correct, it would take Jirou roughly two months for the journey itself. Some of it would be by train or carriage, but those options were becoming increasingly expensive these days, so a lot of Jirou’s travelling was now on foot if possible. Hence all the aches and pains.

Denki tapped his chin repeatedly, his nose scrunching up.

“Is that you trying to think?”

He shot her an unamused look and then smirked. “And here I was about to help you.”

Jirou leant her elbows on the table and propped her head on her hands. She put on her best look of innocence. “I take back what I said. You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met.”

“Okay, now you’re pushing it,” he said, smiling anyway. “Your arrival is in perfect time! I know of a little something you might be interested in. It comes with the perk of provided accommodation, too”

“Go on,” she said, intrigued.

Denki waved over the barkeep and asked the man for paper and some ink which he happily obliged.

Turning so his shoulder blocked Jirou’s view, Denki quickly scribbled something down. Jirou tried to take a peek but he only shifted to block her view even further. Once finished, he rolled it up and placed it in her hand.

“Go to the place written on here at this time. I’ll make sure someone is waiting there for you,” he took a step away before stopping, “Oh, and don’t forget the lute.”

Jirou blinked at the piece of paper, staring at it for a few seconds before looking up to see Denki almost out the door. She sputtered out a garbled, “what?”

As he reached the doorway, Denki looked back her way. “You said you were looking for work, didn’t you?”

His response only left Jirou more perplexed. She shrugged it off and unrolled the paper, eyes scanning through Denki’s surprisingly neat and fancy handwriting—not at all what she’d expect from someone that goofy.

The castle? How would some random guy be able to get her a job there of all places?

Jirou’s eyes narrowed. He had been wearing that cloak all night. His explanation was that his parents were strict, but she got the feeling there was a little more to it than that. His name was Denki.

Jirou knew it was familiar, but why? Where had she heard it before?

Her breath caught in her throat.

The mural! Prince Denki.

There was no way she’d just spoken to a prince! Jirou had insulted him! Multiple times!

Besides, the boy in the mural looked to be about fifteen years of age and the Denki she had just met was at least twenty, just as she was. Though there was the possibility that the mural was outdated. Jirou bit her lip, foot tapping against the floor as she internally deliberated it. Maybe it was the prince, or maybe it was merely a coincidence.

Either way, she would get a concrete answer tomorrow. For now, what Jirou really needed was to sleep.

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Jirou glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand before assessing her surroundings. She was close enough to the castle by now that it should be the right place, but she found it hard to keep track when climbing up the hill via the lifts. There were many of them spread across the land and Jirou wouldn’t be surprised if she had stepped on the wrong one at some point.

Her worry was for nought, though, as a man with black hair wearing garments with the kingdom’s insignia embroidered on them approached.

“Are you Kyouka Jirou?”

Jirou nodded slowly and tightly clutched her bag strap. “Uh, yeah. I was told to come here. Something about a job?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’ve been waiting for your arrival,” he replied with a toothy grin. At Jirou’s panicked look he raised his arms and said, “Don’t worry. You’re not late. My name is Sero, and I’m an aide to the royal family. I’ve been sent to escort you inside. Follow me.”

He led her further up the path to another platform, though this one had royal guards stationed by it. They moved aside as Sero waved at them, exchanging a quick hello. Jirou raised a brow. These guards were certainly much friendlier than some that she’d seen during her travels to the other kingdoms.

As soon as he and Jirou were standing in the middle of the platform and the gate was shut behind them, Sero whistled a short tune. And then, they were moving.

“The tune changes every day,” Sero informed her as the platform stopped on top of the castle wall. He held the small gate at the front open and stepped aside to let her through. “It’s a safety thing.”

Jirou simply nodded and followed along as Sero led her inside. They walked down a flight of twisting stairs before reaching a long corridor. Many gorgeous paintings covered the walls, most depicting different locations within the Kaminari Kingdom.

Glancing to her left, Jirou was met with the view of the city. She could vaguely make out the forms of people on the streets below.

“We have arrived! Just step through here and give them your best performance.” Sero said with a flourish. He gestured to the doors in front.

Her best performance?

Taking in a deep breath, Jirou pushed the doors open. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was met with the sight of the royal family sitting on their thrones, including a person who was undoubtedly the Denki she had met the previous evening.

Unlike the dark cloak from before, he wore a long white overcoat embellished with gold. A glistening crown adorned his head, the same gold tone as his eyes.

Jirou found herself smiling dumbfoundedly as Denki—or would it be more respectful to call him Kaminari?—waved as discreetly as possible.

She may have figured out his identity the night before, but it was another thing to have it confirmed. It was almost surreal to think Jirou had called a crown prince insufferable to his face.

“Welcome. You are Kyouka Jirou, I presume,” Jirou briskly nodded at the Queen’s words. She gulped, sweat pooling in her palms.

In all her travels, Jirou had never actually met royalty face-to-face, not counting last night’s encounter.

“You see, our composer recently fell ill and has unfortunately had to take an early retirement. Music is very important to our kingdom, for it is the heart of our festivities,” she explained. “The palace staff were going to start their search for someone new but my darling son here recommended you. He says he heard of you from one of the palace staff, but I’m not sure that’s entirely true.”

The Queen let out a small bout of laughter as Denki glanced out of the window, guilt written in his expression. It seemed he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought.

“Anyhow, anyone who receives such a glowing recommendation from my Denki deserves to have their talent heard. This isn’t how we would usually go about this, but are you willing to perform for us?”

“Of course, your majesty!” Jirou said, eyes widening as giddiness struck her heart.

Her gaze met Denki’s as she held her lute and took in a deep breath. He nodded at her, a determined fire in his eyes. It was a small show of faith—one that instantly calmed Jirou’s nerves.

And in all the excitement, she forgot that Denki had never actually heard her play.

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Gnawing on her lip, Jirou paced up and down by the doors to the throne room. After watching her perform and asking a few questions, she had been sent to wait outside as the royal family deliberated.

Normally, Jirou would be able to keep her composure when it came to waiting to see if she’d been hired. But these were unusual circumstances.

She froze as the door cracked open slightly. Denki slipped through the gap, beaming as their eyes met. He gave her a little wave as he had done earlier.

“So,” he said, drawing out the ‘o’ sound.

“So you really are the prince,” she responded.

Jirou stopped fiddling with the strap of her bag and took a step forward. From the closer proximity, she could see the black bolt of lighting in his hair—exactly the same as it was drawn in the mural. Fascinating.

“Cutting straight to the point, huh, Jirou?” He said, adjusting the crown on his head. “Sorry I hid it from you. It was for my own safety,” Denki’s eyes widened as he quickly started waving his hands about. “Not that I thought you were dangerous or anything! It’s just… y’know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I gotta say, everything you said last night makes so much more sense now.”

Denki snorted as a laugh bubbled from his throat.

Jirou’s heart fluttered at the sound, and she found herself wanting to hear his laugh over and over again.

Woah, woah, woah. Hold on a second there, brain. Where the hell did that thought come from?

“You play beautifully,” he complimented, eyes softening. He reached forward, tucking a stray bit of hair behind Jirou’s ear. “As I knew you would.”

Heat rose to her cheeks, and there was undoubtedly a blush dusting her face.

Regaining composure with a quick cough into her fist, Jirou leaned back. “Flirt.”

“Charming, aren’t I?”

Jirou rolled her eyes endearingly. There was absolutely no doubt this was the same guy from the tavern. He was such an incorrigible flirt, though deep down Jirou truly didn’t mind it.

“Will this make you stay here longer?” Denki asked, his expression hopeful.

Jirou raised a brow. She crossed her arms and leant into his space until their faces were mere centimetres apart. She smiled as his cheeks tinted to a shade that likely matched her own.

Giving in to the temptation to tease Denki as retaliation for last night’s comment about her being likely to pass out from his flirting, Jirou questioned, “Why are you so desperate to make me stay?”

He audibly gulped and then shrugged. “When we spoke last night, I felt like there was some sort of… connection between us. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I really want to know you better, Jirou, so when you mentioned work and music, it felt like fate.”

Denki took her hands in his own, his passionate gaze piercing her soul. Slowly, she intertwined their fingers and smiled.

“I think I felt that connection, too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, eyes glowing with happiness.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Just as Kaminari opened his mouth to say something more, the doors to the throne room burst open once more. Sero walked through, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he realised he’d interrupted their moment.

They jumped apart which only made the royal aide chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked directly at the prince.

“Sero, don’t you dare.” Kaminari warned, pointing a finger. Jirou could tell by the smile Kaminari could hardly hold back that his words weren't truly meant as a threat.

Sero raised his arms and tilted his head. “Don’t jump to conclusions, your highness. I was just going to say that I see you’re already acquainted.”

Jirou’s eyes narrowed at his wording, a sudden lightness in her chest. From Sero’s phrasing, it sounded like her audition had been well received. Could that mean…?

“Congratulations, Jirou,” Sero said, winking as he pulled out a scroll which was definitely not in his hand a second ago along with a round piece of metal branded with the kingdom’s insignia identical to the one pinned to his shirt. “Welcome to the palace staff. We’ll be providing accommodation for you in the west wing, so please inform me as to when you’d like me to escort you to collect your belongings.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, she took the offered items and clutched them to her chest. It seemed she would be staying far longer than anticipated.

Her parents would likely miss her, but they had always expressed that they only wanted the best for their daughter. When she next wrote to them, Jirou knew they would understand.

Grinning, she looked over at Denki. “How about you give me a tour first? It seems like we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, just as you wanted.”

Denki wordlessly offered his arm which Jirou looped her own through.

“Have fun, lovebirds! Don’t get too cosy, though. Royal marriage requires courtship first!”

Jirou laughed as Denki stuck his tongue out at Sero, the aide returning the childish gesture.

There was no denying the air of budding romance around them, but marriage was way off. Settling down wasn’t something she’d envisioned for her near future, but Jirou wouldn’t be surprised if she found herself wanting it soon.

#bnha #fanfiction #kamijirou #kamijiro #denki kaminari #kyouka jirou #jirou kyouka #kaminari denki #hanta sero #ignore my terrible graphic skills lol

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cece-0708 · 3 years

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Here’s my preview for the Amplify Zine! You can find my fanfic in the bonus PDF. Preorders are open until September 25th and all profits will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.

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#kamijirou #kamijiro #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kyouka jirou #jirou kyouka #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #zine #fanfiction

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Main Info: Soulmate AU

Hello, everyone! I am here at it again with another masterlist of plot points/couples for one of my fanfics, This time, a Soulmate AU (the link is here: here).

No, this whole AU universe wasn’t created solely because the author wanted to build some tension. Maybe.

Here in this post I’ll mostly publish the basis of my AU and, time after time, all the various couples and their soulmate marks.

(P.S the age of seventeen was mostly chosen to let the story be set during the second year, but seventeen is also the number that means “complete victory” in the Bible and in the Tarot it’s the “card of the stars”, symbolizing hope and wishes that will come true.)

So, let’s get it started!

The world and the events are still the same ones of the manga series: everyone has quirks, all the students are at UA, all the chaos that happened in the manga occurred in my story too, et cetera. The only thing that changes, in this case, is that Soulmates in the BNHA universe exist and, along with quirks, we can say they have a kind of unknown magical origin. They were there before quirks manifested, though. No one has discovered yet the true nature of this magic, the only known characteristics is that it’s linked both to the fate of the people involved (SMs, as said below, are bound to meet) and to their intentions (or, more poetic, their heart).

Every single person at the age of seventeen, during the night of their birthday (so, Jirou’s birthday is the 1st of August, her dream happens during the night between the 31th of July and her birthday), will have a peculiar dream that will remain imprinted in their minds. This dream is the same for everyone, with slight changes: the person will find themselves in a magical, pleasant forest. And here, the dream can differ in three ways. 1) They will see a girl with blond hair (colour of loyalty), grey eyes (intelligence and neutrality) and a white dress (colour of purity) approaching them, holding a heart that she will hand to the person (the one who is dreaming). The girl is an indication of the sex of their soulmate, the heart is coloured, and the colour itself is a hint of how their soulmate will be (it can be both an indication of a physical or a personality trait).2)The second variant is the same as the above, just with a guy. 3) What will approach the dreamer is a shapeless, fluid figure, similar to a ghost. It will not hand a heart. This means that the person who is dreaming doesn’t have a soulmate.

Only 70% of the population has a Soulmate. So, it is normal not having one ‒ some examples will also be mentioned in the story. Before the dream, people who have soulmates can still feel the presence of someone literally connected to them. It's normal that quite a lot of couples share the same type of soulmark. It's also normal that a lot of people find their SM at work/school, since for the magic SMs are bound to meet, at the very least.

Usually soulmates aren’t more than five years apart - but of course there are some exceptions. With age gaps, the “magic” described below starts only after the second person too has had their dream.

After both parts have had their revealing dream, magic will “play” its most significant part: soulmarks will make their appearance. Not everyone has the same soulmark ‒ some are colourblind, others have tattoos, et cetera. SOs are bound to meet, but not necessary to be together. For this reason, too personal info can’t be exchanged: if two soulmates can communicate in some way, they can’t write down their name, addresses or similar details. This is mostly made so that SMs that can’t do so aren’t disadvantaged. There is an exception: if this type of information isn’t exchanged to reach the SMs/discover their identity, but for another reason entirely, then magic will not stop the exchange.

LIST OF COUPLES WITH SOULMARKS (to be added on a later date):

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The Sword of the Solstice.

Chapter Fourteen: The True Purpose.

"Deku? Like 'idiot'? Do you know the significance of that, Chieftain?" The man asks Katsuki. Katsuki nods. "I do." He says, with a frown. “Who are you?” Ochaco asks. “M-mina...” She says, grabbing the bars of her cage. Ochaco smiles. “Nice to meet you, Mina.” She stands, and unhooks the lock on the cage. “Uh, is that a good idea?” The man asks Katsuki. “I refer to one of the people I travelled with Deku, so if she says Deku sent her here, then that must mean he trusted her.” Katsuki explains, and Mina crawls out. She dusts herself off, and removes a leaf from one of her pale yellow horns. She gasps as she gets closer to Ochaco.

“You’re like me...” She whispers. Ochaco nods, sensing Dendar’s presence in Mina. She swallows. “So, you’re a slave of Dendar?” Ochaco asks, and Mina nods. “Let me formally introduce myself. I am Mina Ashido, a Poison Draconic, created by the dark elves of Loyaci.” Katsuki grins. “Ooh, Scales Two! Nice.” Ochaco hits him. “Don’t call her ‘Scales Two’.” She scolds him. She looks back at Mina. “How did you come across our friends?” Mina bites her lip.

“I ran away from Loyaci, they wanted to use me to poison a small kingdom...” Katsuki scoffs. “Don’t they have ways to control Draconics?” Katsuki asks, remembering that Eijiro was being controlled by a clear sphere before Shoto broke it. Mina bites her lip.

“Yes, they do. I was stuck under their control for 3 years and poisoned a kingdom of elves..." They gasp. She bites her lip. "I'll admit I'm not proud of it, but I have to own up to it. And afterwards, my 'handler' released me for a Fire Draconic. I was given to a blue haired man, he tried to do some ritual on me, but um... I burned a scar into his face with an Eldritch Blast..."

Ochaco gasps. Katsuki frowns. "Cheeks? What's wrong?" He asks, and Ochaco trembles. "This ritual you mentioned, was there a giant chalk circle? People in robes? A dark presence?" Ochaco asks, as her face pales. Mina swallows, and nods. "I don't know about a dark presence, but I was tied up in a chalk circle, and people in robes chanted in my ancient tongue."

The man that brought Mina here whimpers. "Do you need anything, or can I go?" Katsuki waves him off, and the man runs off muttering about "rituals and unnatural creatures." Katsuki looks between Mina and Ochaco. "What were they saying?" He asks, and Mina picks at her scales. "They were chanting 'the Mage of Levitation will revive Her' over and over..."

Ochaco whines. "You absolutely sure it translated to that?" She asks, and Mina nods. Katsuki grabs Ochaco's arm, and steadies her. "What's wrong, Round Face? Something's off with you." He says, and Ochaco clasps a hand over her mouth.

The feeling of vomiting rising in her throat. Her knees buckle. But, I'm the Mage of Levitation! "Discovered your purpose?" Hisses Dendar. Ochaco heaves, and black vomit spews out of her mouth. She looks down, to see that within the gunk was a spider.

"Did you just retch out a spider?!" Mina asks, and Katsuki in one fell swoop, stabs the spider. It hisses, as he removes his scimitar. "Huh, I see why everyone else has a sword! It's way more accurate and precise!" He says, and Ochaco groans.

"Way to go, you dunce, but I'm regurgitating spiders here." She says, throwing up again. This time two spiders shoot out. Mina clears her throat. "Hi, yes, why is she vomiting spiders, like is that normal for elves?" She asks, with a frown. Katsuki shrugs. "I've seen weirder." He says, swinging his scimitar at one of the spiders.

Dendar sighs. "Can your friend stop murdering my messengers?" She asks. Katsuki raises his sword again. "Wait!" Ochaco says, and he freezes. "Why? These are evil spiders, right?" Ochaco stands, and uses her spell Prestidigitation to clean the vomit from her face.

"It's a messenger, apparently." She reaches her hand out, and the spider crawls onto it. She groans. I hate spiders. She lifts it to her shoulder, and she hears the spider hiss something in Dark Elvish. Normally, Ochaco wouldn't understand it, but perhaps Dendar within her translated.

"The Mage of Levitation will revive Her," She repeats. "Release the shackles of her nightmarish bonds." She shudders. Oh no... "D-Dendar's power will shroud the world in darkness, the world of light will diminish..." She stops.

Katsuki bites his lip. "Diminish into what?" Mina asks, knowing that Dendar's release would spell doom for all. Ochaco swallows, as the spider leaves her shoulder. "Into an eternal pit of nightmarish despair..." The spider stares at Ochaco, and Mina feels an energy course through her body.

"Wha-what's happening?!" She says, as her arm raises up, pointing at Ochaco. Katsuki, having seen things like this happen to Ochaco before, charges at Mina. "Nope! None of that magical nonsense!" He says, as he tackles her. "You shouldn't have done that!" Mina says, although it was more raspy and snake-like.

Mina groans. "I hate it when she speaks through me." She says, and Katsuki growls. "Speaking through you or not, you're not gonna hurt Cheeks!" Mina hisses. "THE MAGE OF LEVITATION WILL REVIVE ME!" Dendar screams through Mina. Katsuki lifts his scimitar. "Over my dead body." He says, and Ochaco bites her lip. That is something Dendar could easily arrange. Please don't encourage her. The spider crawls towards Katsuki. "Tell him to get off of the traitorous Draconic or I'll send him into the Nightmare Realm."

Ochaco swallows, straightening up. "Katsuki?" She says. "What?" He asks, not turning to look at her. Ochaco eyes the spider, which is by Katsuki's exposed leg. Ochaco grits her teeth. It's him or the world... You know what you have to do. Just save the world, Ochaco! "Round Face?" Katsuki asks, noticing her silence. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO DO THE RIGHT THING?!

"It must be such a pain being a hero." Dendar taunts, as Ochaco feels a shiver run down her spine. "You have to follow so many rules!" Ochaco groans. "Get off of her, Katsuki." Ochaco says, and he shakes his head. "What? Why? She was trying to do some magic thing!" He stands, glaring at Mina.

"I know." Ochaco says, helping Mina to her feet. Katsuki scoffs. "You know? And you're going to let her do it?" Ochaco glances at the spider again. Things would be way worse if I didn't. She thinks. "Please, we'll figure something out. Let her go." Ochaco says, trying to convince herself that they'd find another way to stop Dendar's plan.

But the laugh in the back of Ochaco's head made any of the false hope Ochaco mustered fade into dust. Katsuki frowns, climbing off Mina. He holds out the scimitar, glaring at the poison Draconic. Mina stands, and an unholy screech bounces through the forest. Birds flutter away, and out of Mina's hands black tendrils shoot out.

"Last chance," Bakugo says, lifting his sword to slash the black tendrils. Ochaco closes her eyes. "Put the scimitar down, Katsuki." Mina swallows, her arms shaking. "I, I'm sorry. You guys gave me your trust, and I—" Ochaco shakes her head. "No, I have a feeling that this meeting was planned. There's no way you escape Loyaci without help." Katsuki frowns. "Cheeks, what do you mean?" Ochaco sighs. "I went through the same ritual Mina did. Only mine succeeded." She opens her eyes, as the black ooze inches closer to her. "I don't know the specifics, but I think the Cult of Dendar did something to me, and now I'm a special warlock. I'm the Mage of Levitation. Or so Dendar believes." Katsuki marches up to Ochaco, and grabs her shoulders.

"So let me get this straight, you're the one they believe will revive that evil demon, and your plan is to let her do it?" Ochaco's lip trembles. "Yes, which is why I need you to promise that you'll find a way to save me." Katsuki growls. "No, all we have to do is stop her!" He says, turning to face Mina, pushing Ochaco behind him. "Katsuki," Ochaco says. "She'll get what she wants, if not here, then later. Please, promise me." Katsuki groans. "You're making a very reckless move here." Ochaco shrugs. "I have a feeling you'd do the same in my place." Katsuki smirks.

"I'll get you out, you lunatic." He says, backing up. Ochaco nods. "You promise?" He sighs. "Yeah, I promise, but try to delay her at least?" He asks, and Ochaco chuckles. "I'll do my best." She runs towards the black slime. "I don't hold this against you, Mina." She says, as the muck surrounds her legs. "And Katsuki, don't you dare hold it against her either. Try to work with her, okay?" Katsuki gives her a thumbs up. Ochaco takes a deep breath, as it covers her face.

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Eijiro, Izuku, Momo, and Shoto stand in what Shoto can only assume is a courtyard just beyond the gate of Loyaci. Since a purple mist obscures the area, that was the best estimate he could come to. "Who's there?" Izuku asks, holding his sword up, and a dry chuckle comes through the mist, as a silhouette of a humanoid walks through the smoke. "How rude of you, Mage of Luminescence, Izuku Midoriya." Eijiro frowns. "How do you know his name?" He asks, with a shiver. The figure steps closer. "All of this was foretold by the Mage of Darkness known simply as 'All For One' all those years ago, the Luminescence Mage, the Fire Draconic, and the Prince with his Royal Guardswoman."

Momo frowns. "Who are you, you vile beast? Reveal yourself!" He laughs. "I am the High Bishop of the Cult of Dendar, Tomura Shigaraki." Out of the mist steps a thin beast of a man. He has two horns protruding from his forehead, blue unkempt hair, large pointed teeth, a tail that wraps around his leg, but the detail that grabbed Izuku first was the handprint on his face. "You're the guy Ochaco saw in that tavern!" He says, holding his sword up threateningly. Tomura scoffs. "Oh, that actually was one of my minions, using transformation magic. I sent him to check on your progress on that ." He points to the Solstice Sword.

"What could you possibly want with that Sword?" Shoto asks, and Tomura sighs. "Did nobody tell you that the only way to bring Dendar back is to break the Seal?" Momo, Shoto and Izuku gasp. Eijiro scratches his chin. "What seal?" He asks, and Momo pulls out her sword, stepping in front of Izuku. "The seal on the Tomb of the warlock All For One. The first Luminescence Mage sealed him there to stop him from ravaging Theskyx." Tomura nods. "And we wish to undo that seal." Shoto grabs Tomura, holding his sword to his throat.

"Not as long as I still breathe." He says, and Tomura touches the blade of the sword, and it dissolves into small shards. "As long as you still breathe, huh? Well, I can arrange that." He grabs his throat. Izuku shoves past Momo, and charges Tomura. "Ah-ah-ah." Tomura scolds, waving his finger back and forth. "Try that and the Prince gets the same treatment as his sword. And that goes for all of you." He adds, looking at Momo and Eijiro. Momo sheathes her sword. "Lady Momo!" Shoto says, with a wheeze. "Take him down, don't worry about me!"

Momo bows her head. "Reneumel needs a ruler, I cannot lose you." Shoto grabs Tomura's hand, trying to break free. "Lady Momo, there won't be a Reneumel if you don't take him out now!" Tomura giggles, looking over at Momo. "And this was foreseen by the great All For One! For he said that 'the Royal Guardswoman will have to make a decision that will shape all living life on Theskyx.'" Momo looks at Shoto, and sighs. "I'm sorry, my lord." She removes the sheathed sword from her belt.

"Lady Momo..." Izuku says, as she gets down on one knee. "I shall relieve myself from the Reneumel Royal Guard, and I'll gladly receive whatever punishment that will be bestowed upon me, for I made a vow to myself that I would not let any harm befall you." Tomura gives a wry smile. "Awful touching, wouldn't you say, Prince Shoto?" Shoto gives him a death glare. Tomura grins at that. "Oh, my! What a vicious and dare I say positively evil expression!" Eijiro swallows, and Shoto digs his nails into Tomura's arm, and tries to pull himself off.

"Oh, struggle all you want, because even if you do get free, the lady knight won't live for long after that." Shoto's arm falls to his side. Tomura chuckles. "Good, glad we've come to an understanding. Now, I'll be taking the Solstice Sword." Eijiro scoffs. "Yeah, that's not going to happen, right, Izuku?" Izuku looks at the Sword, trying to hear its voice, but to no avail. "Izuku?" Eijiro says, as he starts to guy at a loose scale. Izuku groans. "I guess I have no choice." He removes the scabbard from his belt, and holds it out to Tomura.

He snatches it from him, using four fingers to hold it. "I can't believe it. After all these years, I'm the one that acquired it!" A frigid wind clears the smoke surrounding them. "The Mage of Levitation has been found." Says a whisper on the wind. Tomura jumps and down like a small child. "Oh, it must be a good day for Dark Lady! I have gotten my hands on the Sword Dark Empress!" He says, to nothing in particular. "Good, I shall transport you here." The wind says, and Tomura disappears in a cloud of purple mist and black muck.

#kacchako #todomomo #kamijiro #kirimina #bnha #mha #fantasy au #fanfiction #fanfic #written by me #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #tsuyu asui #ochaco uraraka #momo yaoyozoru #(Tenya Iida/Kyoka Jiro/Denki Kaminari)#chapter 14

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Electric Love- Kaminari Denki x Jiro Kyoka

So, I have never written fanfiction before. But then I read this beautiful fic by shikastemari and honestly I was so inspired by it that I wanted to take a crack at writing my own. Please go read their writing because it’s so good ahhhh. So, my fic shares a similar premise/situation to their fic- Kaminari asking Jiro for help playing guitar for the school festival.

Note: Listen, we all love Kaminari for the flirtatious, hilarious, friendly loser that he is. The boy does not excel at school, but he does actually possess knowledge regarding the arts (literature, art, etc) and I think we all need to remember that. So, I personally headcannon that while he sucks a school in a traditional classroom environment, he actually really enjoys reading classic literature, has quite a broad vocabulary, and writes down his favorite quotes in the notes app on his phone. I also think he really would enjoy indie rock and pop. Idk he gives off those vibes imo. Jiro prefers rock music I think, but she is listens to a lot of different songs and constantly is recommending songs to people that she thinks they would like. She is very shy but also really enjoys calling Kaminari different nicknames.

Anyways.

This story takes place sometime before the school festival where they throw that concert. Also, idk if you’re supposed to use character’s last names or their first names, so I did a mix. Also, there may be some spelling errors and grammar errors. Please forgive me if that’s the case. Fic title inspired by this song.

Word count: 4,948

Part: 1/? Idk I might write a sequel if I feel like it and/or have time

Warnings: fluff, maybe some angst?

Pairings: Jiro Kyoka x Kaminari Denki

Outside sources referenced/used: Practice; The Learn’d Astronomer, Prometheus Unbound, Electric Love

Kaminari Denki had had enough of today. His last class had ended for the day, and honestly it wasn’t a second too soon. Everything today had been an absolute train wreck- between the ungodly amount of homework the teachers has assigned for over the weekend, the absolute bs that had gone down in third period between Bakugou and Midoriya that resulted in a singed classroom and a broken door, and the thunderstorm that had been booming on and off throughout the day, Kaminari was ready to scream into a pillow. Walking out of the main campus building, Kaminari pushed his headphones over his ears, pressing shuffle on his Spotify playlist adequately named ‘jams for when ur ready to lose ur goddamn mind xD’. This was the beginning of the short walk from the main campus building to the dorm building where he lived during the school year. It was overcast. A gust of wind pushing his honeyed blonde hair back, bringing with it the smell of impending. Great, Kaminari thought to himself, another thing ruin today. Kaminari absolutely loathed the rain, or really, any sort of water-electricity and water don’t exactly mix well. His foul mood festered as he quickened his pace, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, and he felt a few drops of water hit his forehead. Yep, definitely is gonna rain tonight, Kaminari thought to himself. He was so looking forward to bursting into his dorm and falling face first on his bed. Unfortunately, this dream would be a nearly impossible task, at least without being interrupted, as he lived in a dorm building with all of the other students that attended UA. UA, despite being the most prestigious hero-training high school in all of Japan, still had its fair share of the typical shenanigans that teens get into-drama, gossip, flirting, Mariokart tournaments, pranks, impromptu dance-offs, etc. Kaminari normally was totally ready to get insert himself into whatever social situation was going on in the common spaces. He considered himself to be a pretty gregarious, easy-going guy. He really liked hanging out with the other heroes in training. They were great to banter with, and he especially loved playfully flirting with the girls. But tonight, he wanted none of that, only hoping to slip unnoticed into his dorm so he could scream into his pillow. After a few minutes of walking, Kaminari reached the entrance of the dorm buildings. He scanned his ID and the door buzzed, signally it was unlocked so he could enter. Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself for whatever was going on in the common areas that laid between him and his final destination, before he entering the common room. Luckily for him, the common areas were actually pretty empty for once, and Kaminari sighed a breath of relief. Everybody must have just gotten back and were probably in their rooms. Elevator or stairs? He quietly asked himself. Hm, less chance of running into anybody else in the stairwell. So with his book bag over his shoulder, he made a beeline through the common room to the stairwell door, opening it, and started his ascent to the third floor. He cast his gaze down at the steps as he climbed so as to avoid eye contact with any other soul he might encounter in that stairwell. He was lost deep in his ruminations, so it wasn’t a surprise that he didn’t register hearing footsteps from another person who was descending the stairs.

“Hey!” A waving hand appeared in his face suddenly, catching Kaminari off-guard. He accidentally took a step back in surprise, missing the stair beneath him, and falling on his ass on the stair landing.

“Kamimari! Holy shit! are you okay?!” The sound of boots pounded down the steps then Kaminari felt warmth next to his shoulder where somebody was kneeling next to him.

“Ughhh” Lucky for him, he had landed on his ass and hadn’t hit is head.

“Holy shit Kaminari, I knew you looked out of it today, but Jesus, this is a lot, even for you.”

Regaining a bit of his senses, Kaminari sharply snapped back “What the hell do you mean by that?! And what are you doing here in the stairwell leading to the men’s wing, Jiro?” Normally, he wasn’t the type to get super angry, but he had just fell on his ass in front of Jiro, one of his closest friends. His face flushed red, a stark contrast against his honey-colored hair.

“Whoa, chill Denki. This isn’t like you. Listen, I didn’t mean for you fall backwards, I just wanted get your attention, Megawatt. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine” he said, getting up and brushing himself off. Well, so much for avoiding people.

Jiro stood up from kneeling and took a step back from Kaminari. “Well, anyways, I was in the male’s wing ‘cause I was actually looking for you. You said earlier this week that you needed help with the guitar, right?” she asked earnestly.

“Well, yeah... but right now really isn’t a good time. I’ve had the shittiest day and I don’t think I can handle any more failure...”

Jiro stopped and blinked, looking upset. “Denki... what happened today? Was it about third period? Really, you didn’t incite that incident, I was only kidding-” She asked earnestly.

“It’s nothing!” He snapped, his face turning a darked\r shade of vermillion. Jiro looked surprised and hurt by his reaction, and Denki immediately felt bad. He stiffened, and looked down, softening his tone. “I just...need some time to let off some steam. You know, get into a better headspace, recharge. I want to be left alone right now.”

“Oh, okay... well, if there’s anything I can do to help or you change your mind, you know where I live.” Then she reached out to gently touch his arm, startling him. He looked up, caught off guard by this. His felt his heartbeat quicken, and he prayed that she couldn’t hear it. Jiro added “Stop by. I mean it.” Denki mumbled a quick thanks to her, and not looking up, made his way up another flight of stairs to the third floor.

He flung open the door to the hallway in the men’s wing. He trudged down the hallway, finally arriving at his dorm. His hand went to his pocket to get his key only to hit fabric. SHIT he thought. I must’ve dropped it in the stairwell when I fell. He swiftly spun around to retrace his steps only to turn and bump right into Jiro, knocking both her and himself to the ground.

“Watch it, Sparky! I mean, Shit... sorry.” Jiro quickly scrambled to her feet, red faced and stammered “Look, I didn’t mean to- listen, so you, uh, dropped your keys and- I uh- just- here” She tossed Denki’s keys onto his lap and quickly ran down the hallways towards the door to the female wing.

Denki sat there, blinking, just trying to comprehend what had just happened. Shit, that had really just happened. Jiro looked really embarrassed. All she was trying to do was help him out. Denki felt awful for not only having snapped at her in the stairwell but then having knocked her to the floor. His thoughts shifted from anger from the day’s events to determination to fix things with Jiro. Rising to his feet, he unlocked his door, and quickly changed into some more casual clothes. He grabbed the guitar that was propped against the wall and slung it over his shoulder, taking note to also bring the sheet music for the song he was learning. With that, Kaminari headed out of his room and toward the female wing. When he got to Jiro’s room, he hesitated a brief moment before knocking. Does she even want to see me after having been so rude? Only one way to find out.

Kaminari knocked on the door and waited. “Yeah? Who is it?” An icy, familiar voice from rang out from behind the closed door. “Um, uh, it’s me, you know, Denki Kaminari, your friend.” He heard footsteps, then the door unlatch.

Jiro opened her door enough to stand in the doorframe. “Yeah?”

“Hey Kyoka, I am here to for some practice. I wanna be ready to impress everybody for the school festival!” He flashed a bright smile at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Alright Sparky. C’mon in”.

Denki walked in, looking around at her décor. Band posters plastered the walls and tons of different music equipment peeking out from every available nook and cranny. “You know Kyoka, I still can’t get over how cool your room is. It really looks like a music store or somethin’”

Jiro scoffed “Well, it’s just some stuff to help set the vibe. Gotta keep it rockin’” Jiro sat on the edge of her bed, and gestured for kaminari to come over. He plopped himself down on the floor in front of Jiro and took off his jacket. “Alright Mr. Jammingway, let’s start off with some warm-ups”

“Awww, Kyoka, do I have to? I wanna get jamming!”

“Dude, you wrists and fingers are gonna get so sore if you don’t warm up. Besides, even the legends like Jimmie Hendrix and Eric Clapton would warm up before playing. You’re not any better than them, so shut up and get started”

“Aww okay. I wouldn’t want tendinitis or anything.”

“Let’s start off with getting you tuned. Your guitar I mean.” Jiro got up and went over to her electric keyboard, and started off with a low E. Kaminari tuned his guitar string to match, and followed suit with the remaining strings. After getting his guitar tuned, he cracked his knuckles and stretched out his digits and rolled his wrists around to loosen them up. He then started on some warm up exercises, practicing picking and strumming.

Jiro smirked as she sat back down on her bed. “Wow Sparky, you actually listened to me. You have been warming up before you practice”

Denki stopped and looked up at her, grinning. “’Course, why wouldn’t a listen to a talented rocker such as yourself? I’m not completely obtuse.”

“You are though most of the time. I swear, there’s lots of cobwebs in the brain of yours” Jiro said followed by a laugh.

Kaminari frowned. “I’m really not that dumb. I swear. I’m just not so much a math-science-logic sort of guy. I’m more of a Whitman sort of guy”.

Jiro looked at him, puzzled. “A what?”

“You know, Walt Whitman, the poet? Here, lemme look up a poem real quick-” Kaminari reached over to his jacket and took his smartphone out of the pocket. He tapped quickly and scooted closer to Jiro and began reading aloud:

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, we ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I was sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars

They sat in silence for a moment before Denki spoke. “That’s probably my favorite poem by him. I really just, I don’t know, I feel like it was almost written about me in a way. But I guess that’s the great thing about poetry-it reminds you that you aren’t alone in your human experience”.

Jiro was quiet. She hadn’t expected such a deep philosophical sentiment from the same guy who regularly and non-ironically used the word ‘yeet’.

“Um-“ Jiro started, but Denki interrupted her “Heh, sorry. Let’s get back to practicing. I am having problem with the barre chords. I just can’t seem to get my fingers to do that.”

Jiro snapped back to reality “Oh, yeah, barre chords are hard. If the song only had barre chords, you could use a capo, but since it has other non-barre chords, unfortunately ya gotta learn them the hard way. So,” She reached over to the wall and unhooked the electric guitar, bringing it down to her lap. “what you’re gonna do is take your pointer finger like this” She put it across all six strings “and then roll it to the side so the bony part is up against the strings. You’ll get a cleaner sound and it won’t hurt as much.”

She turned to look at Kaminari, who was staring at her, his eyes glistening under the fluorescent light. “Um, so, uh, why don’t you give it a try Denki?” She watched as Denki tried to copy her hand position but it was clear he was struggling.

“Nah, more like this” she showed him again on her guitar, and watched as he hopelessly tried to copy her hand position. She scooted off the bed and knelt in front of him. She took his hand and moved each of his fingers to the correct placement. She looked up from the neck of his guitar, close enough where he could feel her exhales on his face. His heart thumped loudly in his chest and he prayed she could not hear him. Jiro continued, “…See, like this. Try strumming now.” Blushing, Kaminari strummed downward, and a clean sounding chord rang out.”

Jiro sat back and smiled. “See? You got it! Try it again, upward stroke this time.” Denki repeated, and let the chord ring out fully. He grinned at Jiro.

“Thanks Kyoka! You’re a really good teacher.” “Jiro began an attempted at denying it, but Denki cut her off “Jiro, accept a compliment! You’re good at teaching and you’re even better at playing. You really are talented.”

Jiro stayed quiet for a few moments, then stood up. “Well,” she exhaled. “You seem to be progressing really well. I think that if you keep up with the practicing, you should be ready for the school festival by the time it rolls around. I say let’s call it quits for the evening. She looked out the window over her balcony. Attempting to change the subject to distract herself from blushing, she said “Looks like it stopped raining.”

Denki put down the guitar and stood up. “Yeah. Hey Kyoka?” She looked at him, and he continued “Wanna go for a walk in the courtyard? I know it’s probably a bit wet out still from the rain, but it’s always really refreshing to be outside after a rainstorm.”

Jiro thought about saying no, until an idea struck her. “Yeah, sure thing. Lemme grab my jacket and shoes real quick.” She grabbed her jacket and slid on her boots, then they both headed for the door. They both reached for the door handle at the same time, accidently touching hands for a split second before yanking their hands back.

“Oh! Um, sorry” Denki stammered, turning slightly red as he tensed up.

“It’s all good; don’t worry ‘bout it, Sparky.” She smiled reassuringly at him, and his shoulder relaxed. They walked next to each other, heading towards the stairwell. Descending the stairs then walking through the common area, they headed towards the exit.

Unlike earlier, there were students from 1-A now sitting on the couches surrounding the TV, watching some sort of rom-com. Ochaco, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, Mina, Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, and Momo were spread out over the couches. Uraraka turned around when she heard their footsteps and called out to them.

“Hey Kyoka! Hi Denki!” She grabbed the TV remote and hit pause. “You guys want to watch “A Cinderella Story” with us?”

Mina chimed in “Tokoyami, Iida, and Todoroki haven’t seen it before, which an absolute crime. Can you believe it?! it’s an absolutely iconic movie that defined a generation”.

Todoroki’s eyes widened “Its a crime?!”

Momo laughed. “No Todoroki, figure of speech. And well mina, maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement, but seriously, Jiro, Kaminari, it’s a good movie. We started it only a few minutes ago, so you haven’t missed much. Bakugo, Sero, and Kirishima are in the kitchen working on dinner for everybody.”

Iida added “We extended the invitation to the other students to join us for this screening, but most of them either went home for the weekend or are studying.”

Tsuyu added “We stopped by Jiro’s room to ask you to join us, but it sounded like you guys were practicing for the festival, so we decided not to interrupt, ribbet.”

Denki responded “That was real cool of you guys. Jiro and me are gonna go for a quick walk, but we’ll join you afterwards. Its one of my favorite movies”.

Mina laughed from the couch. “That’s a surprise, Kaminari. I wouldn’t peg you as the rom-com type”.

Denki shook his head and grinned “A movie with hot girls, humor, and happy endings? What’s not to love? Anyways, we’ll be back.”

Uraraka waved and said “Alright, have fun! We’ll see you guys soon!” Denki waved back then he and Jiro headed outside.

When they got outside, they walked for a few minutes, saying nothing. The air was still, and the streetlights softly illuminated the sidewalk, slick with water. Jirou and Kaminari walked closely side by side, unconsciously syncing their strides, only a few inches between their hands that swung loosely at their sides. Kaminari finally broke the silence. “Isn’t it nice out? I don’t like thunderstorms much, but I love the air afterwards. It has a weird feel to it, you know? Its… I don’t know how to describe it. I guess it almost feels like it’s a liminal space of sorts, like between good and bad weather.”

Jiro looked at him confused. “You don’t like thunderstorms? You literally have an electric quirk. I would’ve thought that you would love them.”

Denki laughed, and put his hand on the back of his neck. “Aha, yeah, not so much. Water and I don’t exactly mix…”

“Ah, that makes sense. Well, every time there’s a thunderstorm, it reminds me of you ” Jiro replied. Kaminari felt a hot blush spread across his face and he was grateful for the dim lighting to disguise his embarrassment. Jiro looked away from him quickly as to also disguise the blush that was creeping across her face. Silence once again befell them and the continued walking.

Is now the time to bring this up, Jiro thought to herself. Well, she thought, might as well give it a try. Jiro broke the silence to say “Hey, so I, uh, well, so I came across this song the other day and I think you might like. You like indie rock and that kind of music, right, Jammingway?”

Kaminari was surprised. “How did you kn-”

Jiro laughed. “Dude, your Spotify playlists are public. I’m always looking for new songs so I sometimes randomly listen to other people’s playlists. Plus, you give off that sort of vibes. Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” Denki smiled sheepishly as she continued “so I came across this song that I think you would like. You got your phone on you?”

“Of course. What kind of teen would I be if I didn’t?” He laughed as he pulled his smartphone out of his jacket pocket, unlocked it, then handed it over to Jiro. She walked over to a nearby bench, brushed off the water, and tapped the bench, inviting Kaminari to come sit next to her. She pulled a pair of earbuds from her pocket, plugged them into his phone’s headphone jack, and then handed Kaminari one earbud. She put the other one in her own ear, then hit play. She closed her eyes, and Kaminari followed suit, listening to the beginning of the song.

“Candy… She’s sweet like candy in my veins…”

He was very aware of how close they were sitting together, how her arm was resting against his, her warm breath on his skin, his knee touching hers.

“Baby, I’m dying for another taste. And every night my mind is running round her, Thunder’s getting louder and louder”

He blushed hearing the lyrics, wondering if she thought this way about him or if it was just the style of music that reminded her of him. If it was the first of the two, would that mean…?

“Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle! I I can't let you go now that I got it! And all I need is to be struck by your electric love”

The chorus hit, and he got it: it was because it was about electricity. I mean, he thought, that’s kinda a shallow connection to me, but a connection nevertheless. At least she thought about me…

The song ended, and Jiro turned to look at him expectedly. “So… what do you think? You like it?”

“Yeah, “he laughed. “That is a great example of the kind of music I like. Guess I have a pretty predictable music taste.” He ran his hand through his hair.

Jiro frowned “Nah, I just know you, dude. What did you think of the lyrics?” She hoped that he had picked up on the general message so she wouldn’t have to explain it…

“Yeah, I see why you thought of me. ‘Cause of the thunderstorm metaphor used. I have an electricity quirk. You said earlier thunderstorms remind you of me. It’s a superficial level metaphoric comparison.” He saw her face change under the dim streetlight, and he quickly clarified “Superficial in the sense of like not like ‘uh you’re soooo superficial’ but more like it just being a surface level observation, like not skin deep, you know? Sorry. I do like the song though, and” he took a deep breath and touched her arm gently. “I’m glad that you think of me. You’re a good friend, Kyoka”.

Jiro’s heart sank. Dammit, she thought to herself, I really am gonna have to explain it. “So, um, I guess like I saw the lyrics as a sort of way to describe how I feel about you. Like how earlier you read that poem to me and said you said you thought it described you. I feel like this song really captures how I feel about… well, how I feel about you.”

Denki took a moment to process what she had just said. Please oh please oh please I hope he picks up on what I’m trying to say she prayed.

Kaminari’s face broke out into a grin. “So, I think I catch your drift.” He paused, then said “Are you familiar with the work of Percy Bysshe Shelley?”

Jiro shook her head “I don’t see how this connects Den-“

“Shh, lemme continue, Earbuds. Percy B Shelley, English poet, husband of Mary Shelley who authored ‘Frankenstein’, real cool guy. Anyways, he wrote a play called ‘Prometheus Unbound’ which was like his response to the story ‘Prometheus Bound’ which is like an ancient Greek play… sorry, tangent. Yeah, so there was this one line I read that I wrote down in my notes…somewhere…” He bit his bottom lip as he scrolled through all of his notes on his phone. “Ah, here it is. It reminded me of how you make me feel” He read out loud:

As in the soft and sweet eclipse,

When soul meets soul on lovers' lips,

High hearts are calm, and brightest eyes are dull;

So when thy shadow falls on me,

Then am I mute and still, by thee

He leaned forward and softly placed his lips against hers for a few seconds. Then, they broke away, saying nothing. Kaminari leaned back and looked up at the sky, smiling to himself. I finally did it, he thought.

Jiro’s thoughts were racing 100 kilos an hour. THAT JUST HAPPENED OMG what do I do now ahhhhhh. Okay, get it together, Kyoka. She reached out and took his hand. She gave it a light squeeze, and joined Kaminari in looking up at the sky. A few softly glowing specks of light glimmered amongst the dark clouds that filled the void. Jiro leaned her head on Kaminari’s shoulder, and he leaned his towards her in response. Their gazes directed towards the sky, thoughts intertwined, sharing warmth from each other’s touch, they stayed in this seemingly infinite, gentle moment.

A few tiny drops of water descended from the sky, bringing them both crashing back to earth from the sky. Kaminari turned his head and kissed the top of Jiro’s head. “I think it’s time to head back, Kyoka.” he whispered, making no attempt to get up.

Jiro rotated her body to face Kaminari, delicately placed her hand on his cheek and pulled him close, meeting her lips with his. “Okay” she softly responded.

Both of them reluctantly broke apart and stood up, and began leisurely strolling towards the UA dorm building. Suddenly, lightning bolts instantly zagged across the sky above, followed by a deafening boom that echoed through the air. The clouds above broke open, and hard droplets raced to the earth below, aggressively soaking the world in a layer of water. Kaminari grabbed Jiro’s hand and pulled her forward as he ran towards the entrance of the dorm building. He fumbled for his ID, only then realizing he must have dropped it somewhere.

“Jiro… I can’t find my ID. Do you have yours?” Jiro’s hand instantly went to her pocket and pulled out her ID. She quickly pressed it against the scanner on the wall, the door buzzed, and they were able to quickly enter into the dry, brightly-lit common room. They were dripping wet, but grateful to be out of the storm.

Everyone was still watching the movie in the common room. Tsuyu was the first to notice their return; she picked up the remote that was laid on the coffee table to pause the movie. “Looks like you guys got rained on, ribbet.”

Jiro didn’t know how to respond, so she was relieved when Kaminari answered for them. “Yeah!” He smirked. “It really just started downpouring out of nowhere, no warning or anything! Guess good ol’ Zeus decided one rainshower today wasn’t enough” He caused a few of the other students to chuckle.

“Oh, Kaminari” Iida tossed a lanyard at Kaminari. “You dropped your keys and ID here in the lobby. Try to be more responsible next time.”

“Thanks Iida” Kaminari mumbled, turning a shade of crimson.

“Well…” Jiro began “I am going to go change into some dry clothes. Be right back.”

“Oh, Jiro!” Uraraka called out. “Dinner should be done by the time you are back! So don’t forget to bring your appetite! Also, this is a pajama party so wear your pjs!” Jiro smiled and left for her room.

Kaminari watched her as she left the room, smiling to himself. He heard somebody clear their throat, and he snapped back to reality. “Well, I will probs go change too. Don’t want to catch a cold or anything. That would be pretty tragic. Also, I’ll bring some M&Ms for everybody. Be right back!”. Kaminari smirked as he left the common room and climbed the stairs to the third floor. He couldn’t have asked for that to have gone any better, except minus getting rained on. But Kyoka… she really kissed him, huh. He wanted to talk to her about what had happened outside, but he didn’t want to complicate anything yet.

Kaminari got to his dorm room and unlocked it, quickly changing into some comfy pj bottoms and a t-shirt, then he grabbed the bag of M&Ms, the lanyard with his ID and keys, and walked towards the female wing. He got to Jiro’s door and knocked, and waited for a response.

“Yeah?” Her voice rang out from behind the door.

“It’s me”.

A minute later, the door opened, and Jiro stood once again in the doorframe, this time, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms with a tank top. “Hey Megawatt, you ready to head back down?” She spied the bag of M&Ms in Kaminari’s hands. “Bruh. M&Ms are actually my favorite candy in the world.”

Kaminari smiled. “I know. That’s what I was thinking when I got them. You gotta share them with everybody else though too”.

Jiro pouted “Aww, alright Sparky, I will. I’m not gonna be happy about it but I guess sharing is caring. Let’s go.”

They walked together towards the stairwell door, and before going through, Jiro stopped suddenly.

“So, before we go join the rest of the gang, Sparky, um, can we quickly maybe talk about what happened out there? You know, before it started raining...”

Kaminari responded “I would love to, but I really really want to watch the movie with you and the others, so maybe let’s put a pin in that for now. Don’t worry” he paused, and gently placed a kiss on her check, causing her to cheeks to flush pink. “We’ll talk about it. Tomorrow maybe?”

Jiro smirked, threw her arms around his neck, and smashed her lips against his before saying. “Alright, whatever you say, Mr. Short-Circuit. Let’s grab some tea or something when we do. You know, make it a date.”

Kaminari’s brain whirled, but he managed to respond “Yeah. Tomorrow at 1?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Stop by beforehand though so you can practice guitar more. Ya gotta be able to shred for the festival.”

“Course.” Kaminari said. “I gotta keep up so I don’t look idiotic next to a hardcore rocker such as yourself”.

Jiro smirked, opening the door to the stairwell and bounded down the stairs to the floor with the common areas. Kaminari smiled, following her into the common area to join the other students.

#kaminari denki #jiro kyoka #kaminari x jiro #kaminari denki x jiro kyoka #my hero academia #mha #mha fanfiction #kamijirou #kamijiro #jirou kyoka

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Stereo Hearts

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro

Hello, everyone! It is my pleasure to present my story for the @kmjr-mini-bang! A super big thanks to my partner @chiztec who drew an absolutely stunning piece to accompany my story, as well as Amii and nish, who were kind enough to beta my story. I hope you all enjoy the finished product!

Denki sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He laid on his bed, thumbs twiddling as his hands were clasped over his stomach. His worried gaze could have bored holes into the ceiling if he had the right Quirk. He felt a little silly, fretting so relentlessly over something as simple as a high school graduation. For most students, it was a time of excitement, a chapter of transition in their lives as they went bungling on into adulthood. Denki was eagerly looking forward to getting out there and showing the world what Chargebolt could do. Adulthood wasn’t exactly what he was worried about.

He hadn’t told Kyoka that he loved her yet.

“Jeez, that sounds right out of some corny chick flick,” he groaned and rubbed his palms over his eyes. He grimaced as nervous sweat smeared across his face. He flopped his arms back down against the bed with another forlorn exhale, eyes lidded as he envisioned the beautiful, talented girl he’d fallen head-over-heels for their first year. Everything had seemed to get in the way of professing his feelings for her, and also, he felt a little… unworthy. He was a great big massive dork, not nearly cool enough to even be seen with someone as pretty and sophisticated as Kyoka.

He’d probably short-circuit and go into “yay” mode when tried to confess to her.

Groaning, he rolled onto his side to grab his phone off the charger. It wasn’t like he was sleeping anyway. As he unlocked it, his thumb came to rest over the screen, and his golden eyes stared at the time burning in white numbers in the center of the display. The time was inching closer to midnight. Soon, it would officially be the day of his graduation. The realization sent a sinking feeling spiraling into the pit of his stomach.

He was running out of time. Everyone made well-intentioned promises to keep in touch after high school, but everyone knew that almost never panned out. You went on, to college or to a career, you got insanely busy, and next thing you know you haven’t talked to anyone you know in years and made new friendships. Denki swallowed thickly, mindlessly bringing up his favorite picture of Kyoka in his gallery. She was smiling brightly, so hard her eyes were scrunched up into little half-moons. She’d made that face for Denki when he’d surprised her for her birthday with an expensive album she’d been eyeing since its release. When she’d smiled at him like that, he’d almost electrocuted everyone in the room because he’d been so damn in love.

He was still so damn in love.

He pulled up Kyoka’s contact information. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Would she even be awake right now? He wondered with a tiny sigh. Probably not. It was the middle of the night. Still, he found himself texting out a message.

Hey, are you awake?

He rolled back over and set the phone down on his chest to stare up at the ceiling again. He fully expected his message to go unanswered, so he began losing himself in the confusing stream of “what ifs” and regretting every moment he never chose to tell Kyoka how he felt. He was so lost in thought that he nearly jumped out of his skin when the message alert rang through his quiet bedroom. He fumbled with his sweaty hands to pull up Kyoka’s response.

Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?

A sappy smile bloomed on his lips, and he rolled over, snuggling into his mattress while typing out his reply.

Just thinking. What about you?

Three dots popped up on the message screen, quickly followed by a simple, Same.

Denki ruminated on his thoughts for a moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He didn’t even really know what he wanted to say, or what he wanted to do. He wasn’t enough of an ass to confess to Kyoka over text, no… It had to be more special than that, something that she was deserving of.

A cheesy grin slowly appeared on his face as he recounted a conversation he’d overheard— Kyoka talking to Mina about her favorite romance movie tropes. Believe it or not, Kyoka secretly adored them and often requested them for the girls’ movie nights. He’d always stored that information in the back of his mind, just in case it would ever become useful…

Yeah… he thought deviously. He threw off his covers and scrambled over to his closet to throw on something halfway-decent. He couldn’t profess his undying love in a pair of All Might pajama pants, after all. He inspected himself in the mirror after wiggling into a pair of skinny jeans and a band tee-shirt that Kyoka had bought for his last birthday. He licked the palm of his hand to slick down the flyaways in his blond hair, turned his face left and right, and then gave his reflection finger-guns.

“You got this. You’re a stud. Ladies love ya!” He grinned encouragingly. He held the expression until his face hurt, trying to will the confidence into existence. Then, he flopped his arms and hung his head in defeat. “She’s probably gonna laugh,” he snorted. “But,” he added, peeking through his bangs at the mirror. “I still gotta try!”

Before his courage could fail him, Denki snatched up the vintage stereo sitting on his desk— another birthday present from Kyoka— and scurried out of the room, hopping on one foot down the hall trying to slip on his Converse. He slowly tip-toed past Tenya’s dorm clutching his stereo to his chest; their class representative had a nose for trouble, especially Denki’s shenanigans, and had caught the blond many a night trying to sneak away and get up to no good. It seemed that luck was on Denki’s side this evening, as he made it to the stairwell without inciting a peep for the tall bespectacled boy’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief and gathered himself for a moment before proceeding downstairs.

He treaded carefully, having long since memorized the creaky spots in the wood in his many misadventures. The tip of his tongue peeked out of his lips as he used the sparse moonlight to guide his steps down to the first floor. It was slow going, but the even best-laid plans were ruined by haste. He could feel his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket, probably Kyoka wondering why he suddenly stopped texting her.

All in due time, my dear Kyoka! <3

When Denki reached the first-floor landing, he cautiously peered out into the gloom. It wouldn’t be the first time he surprised another student who had fallen asleep in the lounge, or worse, Mr. Aizawa, who had relocated to the common room to stay up late grading assignments. Thankfully, Lady Luck was generous and granted him passage through his second trial; the lounge was empty.

Denki stole away through the darkness, like a thief in the night, to the back door. He grimaced as it creaked loudly and looked over his shoulder. After an agonizing half-minute of silence, no one emerged from the dark to scold him, so he elected that the coast was clear. He slipped outside, and the warm wind immediately enveloped him, clouding him with a cologne of night-blooming flowers and dew. He stared out into the side alley, the concrete path that led him to the space just beneath Kyoka’s balcony— and began to doubt.

I’m really going out on a limb here, he gulped and clutched the stereo to his chest until the metal creaked. His absolute worst nightmare wasn’t Kyoka rejecting him… but laughing at him. He tried to tell himself that Kyoka would never do something so callous, but he worried all the same. It was such a frightening thing, putting yourself out there. The mind tried to worm its way out of it whenever possible.

But it’s now or never! Even if she laughs at me… If I don’t do this now, I’ll regret not doing it for the rest of my life!

Denki was going to go out on this limb, even if it broke underneath him and he plummeted headlong into bitter heartbreak. He could always put himself back together again. Resolute, he tromped down the small alleyway to the rows of balconies jutting out from the dorm.

He counted under his breath until he found Kyoka’s sliding glass doors and fluttering curtains. He set the stereo down by his feet and finally pulled out his phone to discover a series of confused messages from Kyoka.

Hello? You text me first, and then don’t answer me? What’s up with that?

He smiled, sensing that playful bite in her tone that he’d fallen head-over-heels in love with.

Come out onto your balcony, he answered. Before he could stow his cellphone, it buzzed with a quick reply.

What? Why?

Just do it! He insisted in mild panic. He’d failed to consider that Kyoka would just tell him to shove off and go to bed. As nervous sweat condensed on his forehead, he heard the faint click of the door. He jerked in shock, inadvertently dropping his phone face-down on the concrete. He cringed, already imagining the crack spiderwebbing across the glass screen.

“Denki?” he heard Kyoka call suspiciously as he ducked down to hit the power button on the stereo. It automatically started up a CD of Kyoka’s favorite songs that he’d burned on the off-chance that he would need it. Just as she came to the edge of the balcony, he straightened up and swept his hand through his hair, smiling bashfully. Her eyes widened, refracting the moonlight as her ears drank in the pretty tune streaming from the stereo’s large speakers. “Denki?” she repeated perplexedly. “What are you doing?”

He nudged down the volume with his toe while a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Look, I know this is corny as hell, and you probably don’t appreciate being called out at three in the morning, but I’m kinda desperate here,” he admitted, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck and chuckling. “You know how I told you I was thinking? I was thinking about you. How your smile lights up my whole life, and when you sing it sounds like an angel walking this Earth, and how damn lucky I feel to have shared these last three years with you. How cute you are when you laugh, and gush about romance movies when you think nobody notices, and how badass you are that it leaves me breathless.”

As he rambled on and on about everything he absolutely adored about her, Kyoka’s face glowed like a pink opal in the moonlight and her wide eyes glimmered like gems. By this time, the noise had attracted the other girls from their dorm rooms, and they sleepily peered out at Denki pouring out his heart and soul to their startled classmate. His cheeks darkened with embarrassment, but he’d already said so much; there was no going back now.

“I was thinking about how stupidly in love I am with you, and how if I don’t tell you now that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. So I love you, Kyoka, and I’d be really stoked if you’d go out with me.”

A ripple of gasps rang out from the girls’ mouths, and they all looked expectantly at Kyoka. The girl gulped audibly and pawed at her dark hair, which was sticking up in odd places and tousled with sleep. Her earjacks nervously writhed above her shoulders and her eyes cast down as she considered Denki’s confession. All the while, he stood there holding his breath, waiting and listening to the love song serenade the silence.

He was beginning to feel a bit faint and like he was going to start sparking when her eyes finally flickered up to meet his own.

“I’d be really stoked to go out with you, too.”

The girls erupted into cheers and squeals, jumping up and down while clapping their hands. Kyoka blushed under their ecstatic congratulations. Their whoops and hollers attracted the boys from across their halls, meandering out onto the girls’ balconies to investigate what all the fuss was about. Denki shrunk under all the attention, twiddling his fingers and turning as red as a tomato.

“Aw, congratulations, you two!” Izuku called with a big smile.

“It’s about damn time,” Katsuki grumped from beside Eijirou and Ochako. “I was getting sick and damn tired about him mooning over her like a lovesick sap.”

“Hey, bro! Don’t you have a nicer way to say congrats?” the redhead scolded, making Katsuki snarl.

“Denki Kaminari!” came the expected chastising. Denki flinched and grinned apologetically at Tenya, who was gestating emphatically on Tooru’s balcony with his nightcap flapping. “What is the meaning of this? I understand the romanticism, but it is the eve of our graduation ceremony! It is imperative that we be rested to do justice to our prestigious institution, not straggle in like zombies! Have you no sense of decorum?”

“Oh, can it, class rep,” Mina chided. Tenya leaned down over the balcony railing with an affronted gasp. The pink girl’s smile was wide as she winked at Denki. “So, stud. Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna come give your new girlfriend a kiss?”

“Mina!” Kyoka hissed, turning her head so hard and fast that Denki swore he heard her bones snap. Denki jumped, stuttering nonsensities, and dipped down to retrieve his stereo. It was still blaring as he sprinted back into the dorm and up the stairs. Kyoka was standing in her doorway as he came barreling up the steps, tripping over the laces of his Converse and nearly plowing headfirst into the wall. The rest of the students watched with bated breath, crowding in the other doorways and on the steps behind him.

“Hey, Kyoka,” Denki swallowed, holding the stereo to his chest as he timidly approached her. His breaths came in ragged gasps from his rapid staircase sprint, and a sheen of sweat stuck his hair to his forehead. He doubted that he looked the picture of handsome— but Kyoka still smiled coyly as he approached, tucking her hair behind her ears and staring at him like he was her knight in shining armor. His golden eyes never left hers as he set the stereo on the floor and rubbed his palms on the denim fabric of his jeans.

“Hey, Denki,” she smiled shyly. His heart fluttered just at the sweet sound of her voice, and he swore he fell in love all over again in that moment. His body moved instinctively as his mind was ensnared by her unconscious charm, stepping close to her and using his index finger to slowly tip up her chin. He sucked in a breath, enchanted by her shy little gaze and slightly parted lips.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Just kiss her already, you asshole, I’m tired!” Katsuki yelled from down the hall, making both of them jump. He heard Eijirou scold him under his breath and elbow him in the ribs, making Katsuki unleash a string of unflattering curses. After the fiery blond’s grumbles had died down, Denki smiled bashfully at the pink-cheeked Kyoka. She fluttered her eyelashes demurely, then flickered her gaze down to his lips.

Well, if he was waiting for an invitation, that damn sure was it.

Without further ado, Denki leaned in to gently capture her in a sweet kiss. His heart sung as she hummed slightly, making his hair stand on end. He almost wondered if he’d strayed into a dream, that his fantastical whimsies had come to fruition only in his subconscious. However, when he pulled back and opened his eyes, he knew he was awake. He could never dream the way she looked at him then, with such utter adoration that it made his heart ache.

“All right. Show’s over,” Katsuki grumbled, skulking off toward his room. Denki rolled his eyes but leaned down to finally switch off the stereo. When he straightened back up, their classmates had retreated into their rooms— leaving them alone. Kyoka shyly swung from side-to-side, hugging herself with a sheepish grin.

“That was pretty smooth,” she admitted.

“Really?” he asked excitedly. Her cheeks darkened a shade of pink, and then she nodded. Denki suppressed the wild urge to embarrass himself with a happy jig. Kyoka would probably find it charming, but he wanted to hang on to some sense of decorum, as Tenya had put it. After several minutes of staring adoringly at one another, Denki finally drawled dreamily, “Well… We should probably get back to bed… Tenya’ll be mad if we’re tired at the ceremony tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding just as enthused about ending the moment as he was. Neither of them moved for several seconds. “You should go, Denki,” she reminded him, finally prompting his sluggish body to move. He scooped up his stereo, never breaking eye contact, before rising to clutch it to his chest. “I’ll see you later,” she reassured him with a light laugh, before retreating into her room. She didn’t close the door, just gazed at him like he’d hung the moon in the sky— and he would, for her.

“Yeah,” he said as he began backing away towards the end of the hall. When she finally shut the door, he risked his happy dance, jitterbugging back to his room. Just as he flopped onto his bed, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out with furrowed brows, and then broke into a stupid smile.

I’m looking forward to our date.

His thumbs flew across the screen to type up a reply as he rolled on his side and snuggled into bed.

Me too. Goodnight, Kyoka.

She must have drifted off, because there was no reply. That was all right. After a minute of goofily admiring her contact picture, he finally put his phone on the charger and settled into bed. Sleep took him easily this time, gifting him dreams of what was to come.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

#kamijiro #kamijirou #jirokami #jiroukami #kaminari x jiro #jiro x kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kyoka jiro #jiro kyoka #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction

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lodylody-lodylody · 5 years

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Drabble Night

I went BNHA for this drabble night on the r/fanfiction discord. Drabbles are 100 words exactly, T-rating max, with assigned themes serving as titles, and 1hr time limit. I’ve never written BNHA before, so hopefully these are good! :)

There when I need you

kiribaku, fantasy!AU

Being a good fighter means being a smart fighter, and engaging one-on-three in his enemy’s natural habitat would be idiotic, so yes, Katsuki’s running. Shh. He weaves through the forest for a few tense minutes before the trees finally give way to empty air. He speeds up, sighing with relief as he runs right off the cliff edge. There’s a moment of weightlessness, and then he hears the flapping of wings and feels a scaly red back break his fall.

Can’t you ever be a little scared?

Katsuki grins. “Nah. I know you’ll always be there when I need you.”

Game Night

kamijiro

Jirou’s calm and down to earth, so at first no one expected the monster she turns into during the weekly game night, but by now they’re all used to it. Most people refuse to team up with her—she’s been known to get vicious with her jacks if she thinks you made her lose—but Denki doesn’t mind; the fewer people want to play with her, the fewer people he has to discreetly zap until they go pick someone else. Playing with Jirou, it’s high-risk, sure— “Ace, six, aaand done! We win, suckers!” “YES! I love you, Kaminari!” —but it’s also high-reward.

Stop finishing my sentences

kiribaku

“We’ve been studying in my room a lot,” Katsuki starts, trying to keep his voice steady. “And uh, I was thinking maybe we could—”

“Study in mine? Sorry bro, of course!”

Katsuki squints. “No, I was gonna say I don’t want to—”

“Tutor me anymore?” Eijirou’s face falls. “I’m sorry, I know I’m annoying, I’ll ask someone else.”

“No! Stop finishing my sentences if you’re gonna do it wrong! I was gonna say maybe we could study in a cafe this time. Just you and me. If you wanted.”

Ah, so that’s how to get him to shut up. Noted.

Number 1 cheerleader

bakugou mitsuki and midoriya inko. You have no idea how much I just wanted to keep going with this concept!

Many people think the biggest rivalry of the decade is Deku vs. Ground Zero. They’re wrong. Certainly, their childhood friendship turned enemies turned friendly rivals is the stuff of stories, but behind the scenes, an even harsher fight unfolds.

“This is a first run Izuku figurine, homemade costume and all,” Mitsuki says with a sharp grin.

Inko’s breath catches—damn it, she wanted that one!—but she knows how to fight back.

“Lovely. That reminds me—have you seen my new print of Katsuki? They only made 5. Had to wait in line 3 days for it, but it was worth it!”

Hold my X, I gotta fight someone.

kiribaku

Katsuki would like to know how he ended up holding his boyfriend’s shirt and pants while said man straddles one of their… acquaintances (not friends, never friends) in the middle of the common room. Around him, class 1-A cheers while 1-B boos and calls for Tetsutetsu to get up. Hah, like that copy cat ever could. Still, while Katsuki enjoys watching Eijirou show off, usually he has the decency to keep his pants on—but no, it was all “They’re Best Jeanist exclusives!” and “Pleaaase, babe!”

Eijirou grins at him, and all Katsuki’s annoyance disappears.

God, he loves his exhibitionist dumbass.

#kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #kaminari denki #jirou kyouka #kamijirou #bakugou mitsuki #midoriya inko

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cece-ta · 3 years

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All My Favourite Songs Make Me Think Of You

Rating - G | BNHA | Words - 3,509 | Kamijirou | AU where Kaminari never went to UA

AO3

Summary: After being left with a not so great first impression, Jirou is determined to tune out her fellow sidekick Kaminari. Literally. With a mental playlist she’ll think of whenever he’s around. It’s not like that impression of him will change, right?

Track 1: Womaniser

Jirou stared up at the gargantuan building in front of her, gawking at the sheer size of it. She inhaled a deep breath of air in an attempt to calm the nervous energy bubbling inside of her. Recently graduated from UA, she’d earned herself a spot as a sidekick for a high-ranking hero after first impressing them at the third year sports festival. This was the next step in her career.

As soon as Jirou stepped inside, she heard a voice call out to her.

“Earphone Jack!”

It was the pro hero she would be working with for the next few years. Jirou put on her best polite smile, walking over to go and talk to her.

“Welcome to the agency. You’re actually one of two new recruits this year.”

Jirou raised a brow. That was certainly news to her.

The pro placed a hand on Jirou’s shoulder and nudged her in the direction of a boy with electric blond hair standing at the other side of the room, causing her to stumble a few steps. “Go on. Introduce yourself.”

The other new sidekick perked up as soon as he spotted Jirou walking towards him. He stood up from his seat and grinned as his amber eyes trailed up and down her body. Jirou shivered, instantly uncomfortable by how blatantly he was checking her out.

“The next few years are going to be great now I know I have a babe like you working with me,” he said with an exaggerated wink and a dramatic bow. “I’m Denki Kaminari.”

Jirou instantly recoiled, not even caring that her disgust was obvious by her scrunched up nose and gaping jaw as she pointedly turned and walked away.

“Hey, wait! Where are you going?”

She ignored the blond’s confused shout in favour of speed walking to the opposite side of the room.

In order to achieve her dream, Jirou had to put up with this… this womaniser for the next few years?

Gross.

At the thought of the word womaniser, Jirou cringed as the lyrics to the song (which was very much not to her taste by the way) flooded her mind.

And then, she was struck by an idea.

If Jirou had to endure this casanova’s annoying presence, she might as well make it bearable by making a mental playlist for her to think of and quite literally tune him out. It was an unconventional coping method, sure, but it worked well enough on annoying classmates throughout Jirou’s school years.

At least this way she’d be able to tune out Kaminari’s flirting during patrols. That way, he wouldn’t be able to distract her in important moments.

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Track 2: Electrified

After closing her locker, Jirou sighed as she slumped down on one of the benches in the agency’s changing rooms. Her muscles felt sore after the strenuous workout they’d been through today. Jirou planned on having a nice, warm bubble bath as soon as she arrived home.

Earlier that day, they’d been called in to stop a group of villains from robbing a nearby jewelry store. You would think these people would know better than to target a place down the street from a hero agency, right? One person from the group had almost managed to escape. Thankfully, he happened to stumble upon the area where she and Kaminari had been positioned.

(Jirou didn’t exactly choose to work with him. Apparently it was because she and Kaminari were the same age, but Jirou suspects it has something to do with ‘fostering friendly work relations’ and ‘building rapport’.)

She’d heard the villain’s frantic footsteps approaching thanks to her quirk which had allowed Kaminari to take him out before he could attack in return. It had been pretty impressive, actually, the way Kaminari used his electricity to stun the guy which left him open to be knocked out by a swift strike to the gut.

For a moment there, she had been ready to change her mind about him. Turns out Kaminari could actually be serious when needed.

But of course he had immediately ruined that when he started praising himself. Jirou rolled her eyes at the memory of him flexing at her and boasting about how he was ‘totally irresistible, right?’. He wouldn’t wipe that damn smirk off his stupidly smug face, either.

Jirou hummed in consideration, resting her chin on her hand. Adding a song without some sort of bad connotation to the playlist wouldn’t hurt. Besides, it was only five songs long so far and could do with some more additions. With that thought in mind, she added Electrified by Truslow to the list.

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Track 3: We’re Going to be Friends

One of the other sidekicks cheered as they walked through the streets to the bar most of them frequented after work. Jirou herself had never been, much preferring to drink at home with her friends whenever they had the time. But today was a celebration of reaching the top thirty on the billboard chart and it would be rude not to join.

Jirou rolled her eyes fondly and clutched the strap of her bag more tightly. The other sidekicks were wonderful and all, but they were a little on the rowdy side for her tastes so she opted to trail a short ways behind.

Looking up ahead, Jirou’s gaze met his. She watched as Kaminari made a waving motion at the others before walking towards her.

Uh oh.

Kaminari stepped into pace with her and said hello. Jirou only nodded in return, not in the mood to talk with him. Just as she was about to mentally queue up the playlist, he spoke.

“Do you hate me?”

Jirou blanched as their eyes met, shocked by his question. While she had never enjoyed his presence, she had never hated him. Sure, Kaminari could be an annoying idiot sometimes (most of the time) but he had also proven himself to be reliable. He was actually a pretty decent guy once you got to know him a little.

“Gosh, you’re such an idiot.”

‘Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say,‘ Jirou thought as Kaminari’s expression faltered.

“Sorry,” she apologised, wincing. Jirou fiddled with one of her jacks–a nervous habit she’d picked up as a young child. “That was rude of me. I don’t hate you, but you didn’t exactly leave a great first impression.”

Grimacing and averting his gaze, Kaminari nodded.

“The time you pranked me by replacing my support gear with bluetooth speakers and blasting out your shitty music didn’t help,” she added. They’d almost messed up an operation because of it.

“My taste in music isn’t that bad.” Kaminari mumbled. He let out a deep sigh as he ran his hands through his hair before looking her directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Just… let me know if I mess up?”

Jirou nodded. “There’s still time to start over, y’know.”

Just as Kaminari opened his mouth to respond, one of their colleagues called out to them. “Hey, love birds! Hurry up before you get left behind!”

Jirou promptly choked on her saliva as Kaminari threw his head back and let out a loud, joyous laugh.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” He nodded his head in the other sidekicks’ direction and reached out his hand, retracting it not even a second later. “Come on!”

Kaminari ran ahead of Jirou, beckoning for her to follow. She smiled to herself as she chased after him, holding onto her bag to make sure it didn’t slide off her shoulder.

For a moment there, it had seemed like he was about to grab her hand but then decided against it. Probably to respect her boundaries. To commemorate their new friendship, Jirou added a new song to the playlist. We’re Going to be Friends by The White Stripes.

It seemed like she had judged Kaminari too harshly. Maybe the next few years wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Track 4: Sports

“Got any plans tonight?”

Jirou looked to her right where Kaminari was walking alongside her as they left the agency for the night. She sighed sadly, her shoulders slumping as she avoided looking him in the eyes.

Jirou should have had plans tonight, but unfortunately for her the universe sucks so she didn’t.

“No, not today,” she replied somberly.

Kaminari’s brows furrowed and his lips pursed. He paused, standing still as his expression only grew more concerned by the second.

Hoping he hadn’t caught on to her downbeat mood, Jirou untucked some hair from behind her ear to let it fall in front of her face.

She’d be over it by tomorrow.

Probably.

“Well, now you do,” he said as he ran to stand in front of her. Kaminari grinned, holding his arms out wide and looking up at the sky as he shouted, “we are going out tonight!”

Jirou blinked, freezing in her tracks. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. If the girls were here, they’d totally tell her to go for it. She knew they wouldn’t want her to spend the evening moping.

“We’re not staying out too late though, okay?”

“Got it!” Kaminari said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys which he then twirled around his finger. If there was one thing Jirou had learned about Kaminari, it was that he had to do things in the most ostentatious way possible.

She raised a brow. “You can drive?”

“Course I can. I’m a man of many talents,” he bragged, puffing up his chest.

“Many talents including putting your shirt on backwards.”

“That was one time, Jirou!”

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“Ta da!” Kaminari said while doing jazz hands as soon as they stepped out of his car. They were parked outside a karaoke bar according to the flashing neon sign posted up outside. He flashed her an electrifying smile and held a hand up near his mouth before whispering, “A little birdy told me you can sing.”

Jirou immediately pointed her earphone jacks at Kaminari’s face, her face heating up in embarrassment. He raised his hands in surrender and whistled a low sound.

“Who told you?”

“Your friend Yaoyorozu told me when our agency partnered up with the one she works at a few weeks ago,” he said hastily, his voice an octave higher than usual. His gaze flitted between Jirou’s jacks and her eyes. “Can you please point those away from my face now?”

“Damn it, Yaomomo.” Jirou whispered as she lowered her jacks. She inhaled a deep breath and took a moment to calm down.

“Okay. Let’s go do some karaoke.”

Kaminari fistpumped. “Yes!”

—————

After being praised for having ‘the voice of an angel’ by Kaminari and listening to him perform a very off-key rendition of Electric Love, Jirou’s had forgotten all about the sadness of being lonely on her birthday.

She usually found Kaminari’s constant jokes and general attitude to be a nuisance, but tonight it had been nothing but a comfort. Honestly, Jirou wouldn’t mind them doing this again someday. He was a fun guy to hang out with.

As Kaminari queued up the final song of the night, he flashed a bright smile. He pointed at her and winked. “This one’s for you.”

Jirou laughed, taking a sip from her drink as she tried to ignore the sudden fluttering of her heart. The song started playing and Jirou burst out laughing, spitting out some of her alcohol onto the table.

“Careless Whisper? Are you serious?”

Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows and began to sing along, striking dramatic poses and dancing around their booth as he did. Jirou desperately tried to muffle her laughter with the sleeve of her jacket. At one point, he even managed to drag her to her feet so she could dance with him.

(It was her birthday and she was tipsy, so it didn’t take much convincing.)

A few laughter-filled minutes later, they walked down the steps after exiting the building. Jirou bit her lip, glancing at the young man next to her. Though she’d had a fun night, she wasn’t sure why he’d decided to ask her to hang out with him today of all days. Did Yaomomo tell him it was her birthday, too?

“What’s up?” Kaminari asked. “You look like you’re thinking too much.”

“Or maybe you just don’t think enough,” she quipped.

“Harsh.”

“I was just wondering why you decided to take me out tonight.”

Kaminari shrugged, his lips pressing together pensively. “I dunno. I guess it’s because you looked so bummed out and I wanted to cheer you up.”

“Oh,” she whispered, her jaw slacking. “I didn’t think anyone had noticed.”

“Why were you so sad today?” Kaminari questioned. His eyes widened as he rapidly waved his hands in the air. “Sorry if that’s overstepping your boundaries. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

Jirou looked away. “No, it’s okay. It’s actually my birthday, but all my friends are busy, so—”

“It’s your birthday?”

She paused. “Yeah?”

Kaminari grabbed her hands, his eyes gleaming like he’d just had a brilliant idea. Jirou flinched slightly at the unexpected contact but surprisingly found herself not minding it. Instead, his touch brought a feeling of comfort and warmth.

…and also a slight electric shock.

“I promise I’m going to buy you the best late birthday present ever tomorrow,” he said.

Jirou’s breath hitched at his declaration. She laughed breathily, ignoring the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of her. There was no need for him to buy her a belated gift, but the fact that he cared so much showed just how much things had changed between them in the few months they’d known each other.

“Alright,” she said, pulling away and walking over to his car. Jirou pointed at him as she opened the passenger door and slipped into the car. “I’m holding you to that, though.”

After waving goodbye to Kaminari once he had dropped her off outside her apartment complex, a new song for his playlist popped into Jirou’s head.

Sports by Beach Bunny. Jirou thought the lyrics were fitting given that evening’s events.

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Track 5: FFF

Jirou sputtered out a laugh as a definitely drunk (or at least halfway there) Ashido tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground with a loud yelp. She got up and walked it off like a champ, ignoring Yaoyorozu’s fretting concern.

“Party’s not over until we all pass out!” She insisted, her voice slurring slightly.

To make up for missing out on Jirou’s birthday, the girls were throwing a small party. Ashido had been left in charge of the party planning and had ended up settling on a girl’s night at her place. They’d started off with facials, nail painting and other classics before finally bringing out the booze. Ashido and Hagakure, true party girls that they were, had drunk the most with Yaoyorozu drinking the least so she could take care of anyone if something went wrong.

(That and Jirou was privy to the fact that Yaoyorozu had a date with Todoroki tomorrow and didn’t fancy showing up hungover.)

“Jirou!” Ashido called out, giggling as she pointed at her in time with the beat. “Get over here!”

“Do I have to?”

Being dragged out of her seat and into the centre of the living room answered that question. She joined in on the dancing, finding herself relaxing into it after a few minutes.

As one song faded out, the next began. Jirou hadn’t particularly been paying attention to the music so far. Most of what had played so far wasn’t to her taste but the lyrics of this one caught her attention.

‘Is there a spark for us or is it just purely platonic?’

That was certainly a thought that had been crossing Jirou’s mind for a few weeks now.

Kaminari had definitely been flirting with her more often lately, but was it just because he was a flirt by nature? Or was there something more behind it? They’d gotten off to a rocky start, but something about their relationship had changed after that night of karaoke.

As the song went on about falling for a friend (which Jirou could now say Kaminari definitively was to her) and how the relationship would be iconic (people fawned over hero couples all the time. Her friends had actually done the same over her and Kaminari, though she insisted their relationship wasn’t like that), Jirou felt realisation sinking in.

A poke on the head and a hand waving in front of her face knocked her out of her thoughts.

“Helloooo,” Ashido said, giving her another poke.

Yaoyorozu, who had been the one to wave her hand in front of Jirou’s face, gently moved Ashido’s finger away. “You stopped moving a few minutes ago, and we weren’t quite sure why.”

“Are you okay?” Uraraka asked.

“I like Kaminari.” Jirou whispered aloud, clutching a hand over her heart as a faint chuckle escaped her lungs.

If you’d have told Jirou’s younger self she was going to end up falling for a goofy fool like Kaminari who regularly liked to flirt with her, she probably would have laughed in your face. The Jirou of the present, however, was slowly realising she wanted Kaminari to be her goofy fool.

Ashido frowned, leaning in closer. “You gotta speak up, Jirou. Not all of us have extra good hearing.”

“I like Kaminari,” she repeated, more confidently this time. Jirou held her head up high and didn’t shy away as the girls all screamed with joy and crowded around her, a flurry of questions hitting her all at once.

“I told you so!” Ashido bragged, puffing up her chest. “My matchmaking senses never fail.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jirou said. She rolled her eyes, smiling all the same.

She was never going to live this down, was she?

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Track 6: Lose It

“So, do you like it? I know this is like really, really cheesy but I thought you might appreciate it,” Kaminari rambled, twiddling his thumbs out of a nervous habit. “You’re a really awesome girl, Jirou and it would mean the world to me if you would go on a date with me.”

As she glanced back and forth between Kaminari and the phone screen in front of her, Jirou’s jaw dropped.

Displayed on the screen was a playlist titled ‘Earphone Jack’. Kaminari had apparently spent weeks working on it. The fact that he spent so much time thinking of her made Jirou’s heart race and her skin tingle as she felt a sudden flare of happiness swell within her.

“Thank you,” she said, the words barely coming out as an awed whisper as she scrolled down the page.

Jirou couldn’t help but smile as she saw many of her favourites pop up throughout. It seemed he’d been listening carefully whenever she mentioned them. Now listening to all her favourite songs would make her think of him.

“And to answer your confession, I would love to go on a date with you.”

Kaminari pumped his fist in the air and let out a loud whoop of joy that made laughter bubble out of her. Her eyes crinkled shut and when she’d calmed down enough to open them again, Kaminari was staring at her with an oh so soft look that screamed of love.

Had he been looking at her that way the whole time?

“Is this weird?”

“What?”

“The playlist,” he said. “I thought of it as some elaborate grand gesture in my head but now I’ve actually shown you, I’ve realised it’s probably pretty stupid.”

“No, it’s… it’s actually kinda funny,” Jirou said, shifting her weight from side to side. “I maybe sorta made a playlist about you too?”

From the look on his face, Kaminari had not been expecting that. He grinned, a few sparks making his frizz in excitement. “No way!”

Pointing to her head with her jacks, she continued, “Difference is, mine’s all in my head. Though I will say the first song is Womanizer.”

Kaminari choked, patting a hand on his chest a few times. He winced but laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, I deserve that.”

“Anything else planned along with this grand gesture?” Jirou asked awkwardly, finally handing his phone back.

(In all honesty, her lack of dating experience meant she wasn’t quite sure where to go from here.)

Kaminari averted his gaze and put on a look of fake innocence. “Well, in my dreams this ended with you and I making out.”

He glanced back her way and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Jirou characteristically rolled her eyes and grabbed Kaminari by the collar of his leather jacket, smashing her lips against his. As Kaminari’s arms snaked around her waist, Jirou added Lose It by SWMRS to her Chargebolt playlist in commemoration.

And over the next few years, there were many more songs and many, many more playlists to mark the milestones of their relationship.

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