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melanatedkink · 7 months

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Quiet Mouse

Denki x Y/N

Warnings: missionary sex, soft to rough, vulgar language, coercion(?), female body parts mentioned

Synopsis: You’ve been toeing the line between keeping it together during sex and absolutely losing it. Denki, however, is about to blur those lines.

It wasn’t that he was bad. Let’s just get that out of the way. The first time you ever had sex with Denki, you two were both inexperienced. The only information you possessed was from perverted manga you happened to read together. You’d had several conversations leading up to you two tangled up in the sheets, which led to a smooth, giggly session. Denki was an expert at distracting your insecurities with his voice. Whether it be a joke, a reference to a meme, or his high pitched whimpers, your boyfriend was always there to make you stop second guessing what comes naturally.

Denki notices when you hide your face behind the back of your hand after a particularly quick thrust. Before he can let up, you give him a reassuring grin, wrapping your fingers around his arms to let him know he didn’t hurt you. You were always so loud in every other setting, why did you get so quiet when he genuinely wanted more of your voice? He craved it. He vied for your attention, and making love only amplified that incessant fixation. In a way, he wanted those praises. You were so quick to verbally reassure him when he came home from work. You praised him when you completed missions on your favorite video games together. Was he just not cutting it tonight? Were you sparing him by holding back? He shook his head. Denki was determined to hear you tonight.

He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours and whispering in your ear.

“Is it too much for you, milady?” he whispered with a smile.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You didn’t just say that, right now,”

“You keep holding your hand to your lips,” he pressed, as he removed said hand to place a kiss on it, “like you’re having sex with class,”

Your precious giggle floated through the air as he smacked sloppy kisses up your arm. You wrenched it back, forcing him closer as he wasn’t letting go.

“Denki!” you squealed.

“S-sorry I- oh fuck,” He apology left unfinished as the sound of you moaning his name fully registered.

Wild, amber eyes zeroed in on you. You who was bracing the absolute worst-

“Did I do good that time?” He teased, dragging his length over the same spot he just rammed into.

“I - mmh!- yeah you - oh God - you always do good, baby,” you answer, voice like spun silk.

He slowly began picking up the pace. You two maintaining eye contact for longer than a couple minutes was getting to his brain. Perhaps seeing your eyes while making love was a bad idea as his will was rapidly deteriorating. He dug his nails into the mattress, determined to keep you talking.

“Yeah? So, what, you were holding back on me, hmm? Afraid I would like hearing you in bed, huh?” With that said, a thumb pressed on your clit, distracting you from no longer feeling his dick moving inside you. Rather he’d positioned himself on his heels, watching you with pleading eyes; nearly whining for your response. “Please, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…Denki I…can we not right now I-”

He let out a disapproving hum, switching from teasing to full on figures on your clit.

“What better time is there to talk about this?” he innocently asked,” Not unless you want a round 2?”

You whined pathetically, wrenching your hips away in order to cling to some sort of composure. Though, Denki’s magnetic hands honed in on your pleasure like a lifeline. You couldn’t take the incessant assault. Between him encouraging you with his words, and hands, you were done for. Streams of whorish moans poured from your lungs as your high hit you full force. Denki had to sink his teeth deep into his lip to keep from grabbing his dick and finishing right then and there. As your writhing came to a close, peeked up at your boyfriend, who had a mixture of awe and adoration on his face.

“Guess a round 2 really got you going, huh?” Denki joked.

You were about to throw a quip when you noticed his hard-on. He quickly followed your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed, “ How are you feeling? You’ve never lost control like that. I’ve never seen…I never knew you were holding it back,”

You avert your eyes, “I just get nervous. It’s one thing being your girlfriend, it’s another being naked in front of you,”

He rubbed your knee as he took in your words.

“Would you like to get more comfortable with being naked around me?” Denki suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

You cut off his teasing chuckle by wrapping your legs around his hips, squeezing him against you. You snaked your arms around the back of his neck, giving him a pleading look. He stuttered.

“Now?”

#mha #mhadrabble #drabble #denki #denkixreader #denkixy/n #mha denki #mha x y/n

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nameless-writer · 2 years

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Dancing through the rain.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x G!N Reader

Genre: Drabble

Description: You were on a date with Denki, but it turns sour when it starts raining. The bus stations are closed, so you walk home, dancing through the rain.

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You were out with your dear boyfriend, Kaminari Denki, on a long and casual walk at the park, since the weather was honestly too good to be true in autumn. It was all going great, you leaning against his chest, under his leather jacket as it started to get slightly chilly. But, what ticked off Denki was the water droplets starting to fall on his exposed forehead, some of them getting caught in his long eyelashes.

The rain started to drastically pour fast, giving the feeling of taking a shower or getting sprayed by the water hose. The two were barely running, mostly because since the pavement already got wet and they didn’t want to slip.

“ Hurry Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget! The bus might be leaving if we aren’t fast enough! “

“ The buses aren’t working from the villain incident, dumbass! “

That’s right, a villain with a shooting range of a quirk had attacked and damaged a bus full of victims to his damaging, all surviving. Just your luck, huh?

“ Oh. . . “

That all he said, slumping down at the bus station, all pout and frowns. You couldn’t help but cackle at his change of emotion, as you gave him his jacket to keep, taking his hand and running through the rain, spinning him around in slow dances and like a merry-go-round.

“ What are you doing?! You’re going to get soaked! “

“ That’s exactly the point sweetheart! Just enjoy the moment and let me enjoy the rain, ok? Now let’s go! “

He stayed silent, a lovesick look forming in his eyes from you, but he quickly got back in Earth as you started to run and leave him behind, in a tank top and ripped jeans. He now went from falling deeper into the pit of love, to running behind you with his jacket on his shoulders, worrying about you.

“ At least wear my jacket, Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget!! “

Overall, the date was pretty nice surprisingly. . . <3

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Word Count: 340

#denkikaminari #denki x reader #gender neutral y/n #denkixreader #drabble #fluffy #bnha oneshots #bnha #mha #bokunoheroacademia #my hero acedamia

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kittyfuckincheshire · 1 month

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❤happy valentines day!❤

I made this for valentines day and just forgot to post it. So here it is enjoy!

#Mha fan art #denkixreader #valentines card

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barleyo · 2 years

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denki w/ a partner who came out as trans in the middle of the relationship hcs🐧😅

A/N: This is my first request and I am unbelievably excited! Apologies if there are any inaccuracies in how I wrote Denki or if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes. (Side note: I made this gender neutral because I don’t have the experience of a transfem or transmasc person, and because I think inclusivity is important within our community!)

• I honestly believe he wouldn’t care, and would mostly be concerned with how you felt about telling him

• Coming out to anyone, especially ones you’re close to is extremely brave, and Denki appreciates that you felt comfortable enough to tell him

• At the end of the day he will always love you for who you are, no matter your gender, race, shape, size, etc.

• After you’ve come out, he’ll defend you from anyone who insults, attacks, or sexualizes you in any way.

• Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric or even just upset, he’ll do everything in his power to make you smile.

“What is it you needed to tell me, (Y/N)?” asked your boyfriend of several months.

You had decided that it was time to share an important fact about yourself that you’d previously been too afraid to. Throughout your relationship you’d chosen to not tell him that you were trans for a few reasons. You knew that he would accept you and would completely understand why you didn’t tell him sooner, but that didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.

“Kaminari, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but I’ve been worried that you wouldn’t.. well, wanna be with me anymore,” you fearfully squeaked out.

Not knowing what he would say gave you butterflies, in the worst way possible.

Hearing the panic seep into your voice, he stood up from his seat on the couch and gently placed his hand on your face.

“(Y/N), listen, there’s nothing that could make me stop loving you, okay? You’re the most important thing in my life, nothing could ever change that,” he said while caressing your cheek.

After hearing that, you knew he was telling the truth. His comforting tone and kind words let you know that you could trust him with absolutely anything.

”I am transgender, I’m still me and always will be. I’m sorry if it feels like I’ve mislead you, please understand,” you said, whispering out the last part.

For awhile he stood still in silence, thinking you had said something wrong you started to speak, only to be silenced with a finger being placed over your lips.

”Babe, that doesn’t change anything at all! You didn’t lie to me, not even a little bit. I said I would always love you and I meant it. You make me so happy, regardless of your gender,” he said with a loving smile.

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” you replied, slightly tearing up.

He only wrapped his arms around you in response, surrounding you in his warmth, and that’s how you two stayed for many minutes, not caring about anything else but each other.

#Bnha #anime #myheroacademia #fanfiction #denkikaminari #denkixreader #fanfics #trans #lgbtq #xreader #bnhaxreader

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tojiswh0re · 3 years

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Part to to MHA boys crying????? 🥺

*this gif does not belong to me nor did i make it

a/n your wish is my command also imma use this one to finish class 1a but if you want any of the villains, teachers or any other fandoms etc just send in an ask, also i think imma do like an organiser page with my masterlist etc :)

also spoilers in aoyama’s one about the forest training camp

characters: denki, shouji, sero, ojiro, aoyama and satou

warnings: angst

denki - the frustrated cry

poor denki would be sad because he feels useless like he can’t even use his quirk for long until he becomes useless. he would just be sat there on his bed crying into his pillow to muffle out his sobs because he’s supposed to be the happy, lighthearted one :)

shouji - the cry of insecurity

he just feels weird. and ever since he scared that little girl, he just kind of hated his face and would sometimes feel that he shouldn’t be a hero if he looked like that or if someone would love him? i genuinly think he struggles to take off the mask when he’s alone and just sits facing the mirror poking at his face while gentle tears roll down his cheeks :(

sero - the tired cry

he’s just tired :/ yknow when you just feel so drained and before you know it tears are just rolling down your face and you don’t have the effort to wipe them away. i think sometimes he gets annoyed of his quirk like it’s nothing flashly or cool like bakugou’s explosions or denki’s electrical currents it’s just tape :/

ojiro - the spiraling cry

i can’t remember which episode it was but i remember someone saying he can’t really be a hero since he has a tail and i think ojiro gets quite upset about that. like what happens if he can’t be a hero? then he’s spiralling down a horrible pit like what’s his back up plans, do other people think this, is he wasting his time???

aoyama - the just sad cry

he’s said before that he feels lonely and no one relates to him :( i think he overcompensates for this by being so dazzily all the time but when he’s on his own he’s just sad. like in the forest training camp he was on his own during the attack and it seemed like no one cared that he was gone. like he just wants a friend...

satou - the quite sob

i think he just sits in a little ball with his knees tucked into his chest and cries for no apparent reason which is fine!! or sometimes he’d get frustrated baking ( i do a lot) and just slumps onto the counter and has a little sob.

i hoped you like these as some of the characters there isn’t much known about them so i tried my best!!

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cloudytamaki · 3 years

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so, this is how the summer ends • k.denki

⤷ genre: fluff, angst - quirkless au, everyone’s 21, set in LA

⤷ warnings: mentions of sex/implied sex, mildly suggestive, alcohol

⤷ summary: a casual drunk hookup between two young strangers became something ... more than sex.

a warm breeze blows a curl of hair from your forehead and you exhale, corners of your lips lifting into a small smile. it’s almost the end of august; the leaves on the trees are becoming orange and the warm summer winds are cooling down.

the end of an era, and the start of another.

you subconsciously turn your head and look beside you, almost wishing for someone to be there. he isn’t – the cushion of the porch swing is empty. the small smile slips off your lips and your brows furrow; you close your eyes as if the sight’s painful, turning back to watch the trees and sun.

you can’t help the tingling heat that begins to spread through your nose; the promise of tears yet to come.

your mind drifts back to the start of your summer – june 14.

the neighborhood nightclub music is loud, likely booming throughout the area and annoying the neighbors.

but the old neighbors don’t seem to matter as much as the glass of alcohol in your hands and the prickling heat in the back of your skull. there’s a lazy smile sitting upon your lips as you survey the club, taking sips of your drink every few seconds.

ah — there’s your friend, out twerking on the dance floor, getting cheered on by men who are whooping and waving their fists in the air. you cross your legs, the thought of shaking your ass in front of many men seeming unappealing to you.

“hey! can i get another, please?” a golden blonde stranger is suddenly beside you, left arm on the bar counter, a wide grin on his face as sweat runs down his temples.

the bartender sighs, slides him a filled cup, then goes back to cleaning the other glasses with a towel. the energetic looking guy plops down onto a stool beside you, nice white teeth catching the light.

“hey, why aren’t you out dancing?”

your lips flatten into a thin line as you turn to him, “don’t feel like it. it’s nice sitting over here and watching, though.”

“i guess.” he furrows his eyebrows in thought, lips scrunching a bit, “you come here alone?”

“nope.” you sigh, taking a bigger sip this time. “i had a friend come with me, we’d had a few drinks before she’d gone off to the dance floor.” you tiredly gesture towards the crowd, “so yeah. what about you, where’s your friends? you look like you should be over there partying rather than talking to me.”

“they’re all over the club.” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “some of them didn’t come, others’re just.. around.”

“that makes sense.” another sip and you turn away from the blinding lights, “parties are fun for me, just not when i’m the center of attention.”

“i get that,” he chuckles, takes a sip of his own drink, “i know a guy exactly like that. 8:30 pm bedtime, 6:30 wake up.”

“are you serious? 8:30? i go to bed around 12.”

“yeah, i know right? he’s super strict on it too, we all make fun of him.”

“damn, that sounds fun.” you exhale before taking a bigger sip, the burn of the alcohol stinging a trail down your throat. “you have a name?”

he laughs at that, running a hand through his golden tufts, “denki kaminari, pleased to meet you, madam.” he jokingly places a kiss against your fingers and you let out a squeal of surprise, laughing as you pull your hands away from him.

“(y/n) (l/n), pleased to meet you too, denki kaminari.” you nod at him, drinking the last of your empty glass.

you both ask the bartender for more, and when you both stumble on your words in fear of interrupting each other, you decide to go against each other in a drinking challenge – five shot glasses filled with the second strongest liquor on the shelf.

you manage to down four glasses, determination the only thing keeping you going at this point; your cheeks are hot from the alcohol, brain fuzzy, surroundings beginning to blur every few seconds.

“y-you good?” denki doesn’t look all that good either. shit, he looks terrible – happy, but terrible nonetheless. five empty glasses are at his side and his golden eyes are focused on you.

“yeah, i’m fine.. round two?” you give him a challenging smile and he pouts, pushing out his lower lip as he asks the clearly tired bartender for more, once again.

you crack your knuckles and take a deep breath, picking up the first shot glass as you look at denki, nodding at the same time. you bring it to your lips and suck all the liquid down, almost feeling its burn in your spine when it goes down your throat.

another shot glass, then another – before you know it, you’re swaying on your feet like an idiot, brain spinning, muscles loose. you glance towards denki and you wonder why you’d let yourselves get so inebriated.

“damn, that was fun!” he’s slurring on his words and you bring a hand to your head, sighing.

“jesus christ, i need to sit down.” you both stagger towards a staircase, not caring about how idiotic you look while doing so.

you’re about to pop the dreaded question—how’re we getting home?—when he speaks instead, tilting his head back with a yawn-sigh.

“i’m horny.”

and that’s when you really notice something about him; his jawline is sharp and young, his lips pink and parted, his skin flushed from the drinks, his golden eyes piercing.

you find yourself saying something you’d never imagined would leave your lips, “i can help with that.”

“really? you?” he turns his head towards you and points to you almost accusingly.

you shrug, “i think it was the drinks, but yeah, me. don’t wanna pass up a good offer.”

he seems to think about it while you take a quick look at your phone. “11:48 pm – you stay horny or not, your choice.”

“okay.” denki does some jazz hands and you roll your eyes, “sure. i think there’s some upstairs rooms over here.” you both stand and turn, ascending up the stairs, deciding to walk into a decent looking room.

“so ...” you stand there awkwardly, surroundings spinning but you manage to look over to denki, who’s equally confused. “you said you were horny.”

“and you said you could fix that.” the both of you are standing there, looking at each other, not fully knowing what to do, so you decide to get the ball rolling.

walking over to him, you begin to plant kisses along his jaw and down his neck. he lets out a small whine when you pull away, but you’re feeling more confident when you look at him again.

“kiss me.”

you almost laugh at your confidence that night; you started off sitting alone with a cup of alcohol, not even planning to get drunk – where the fuck did that even come from?

a cooler breeze hits your skin this time, carrying the scent of nearby cooking. smells like some sort of pie, you guess, rubbing your hands over your thighs in remembrance of that drunken hookup. deciding to go inside, you slide off the porch swing, walking over to the back door, twisting the knob and heading inside.

the elevator comes surprisingly fast when you push the button; stepping in, you punch in the number five and wait as you’re lifted above all the other floors.

you take out your keys and step out of the elevator when it dings, walking down the hall to your door, inserting the keys and walking inside.

it’s cold, as expected.

sighing, you toss your keys onto the counter and open the cabinets, rooting around for some food. you come out with a packaged ramen cup; you open it and fill it up with water, then pop it into the microwave.

you lean against the stove as you wait; two minutes and the microwave beeps, you take out your hot food and grab a spoon, walking over to the kitchen table, switching on a light.

you eat alone, in silence.

“oh shit!” you practically throw yourself out of the twin-sized bed; your bare ass is on the cold floor and you’re frantically gathering as much of the sheet as possible, pulling it against your naked chest.

from the other side of the mattress, there’s a girlish scream and a head of golden blonde hair pops up, amber eyes wide with surprise and panic.

“who are you?” your hand comes up to your forehead to ease the pounding in the back of your head. “wait.” something clicks and some tension leaves your shoulders as you point at him, “aren’t you that kid from last night?”

“i’m 21, thank you very much.” he scoffs in disbelief, “how do you not remember me? you were literally moaning my—”

“okay!” you cut him off quickly, cheeks warming up in embarrassment as your brows furrow, “i ... drank too much.”

“same here.” he stands up, unintentionally putting himself on display, “where are we? i can’t remember going—”

“denki!” you practically scream, shielding your eyes, “please put some damn pants on!”

“sorry.” you hear some movement and rustling before the sound of a zipper, “there. what about you? you’re naked too.”

“i know, give me a minute...” you look around and locate your underwear and jeans. you slip them on, clasping your bra and throwing on your shirt.

you stand up, face to face with denki; his neck is spotted with love bites, his hair tousled, cheeks a light pink. “we.. should probably get going.” you grab your dying phone and check the time, “oh my god, it’s 10:15, i’m late for work.”

“you work on saturdays?” your relax at the question, exhaling in relief.

“no, not on saturdays. i thought it was friday or something.” you laugh but a stab of pain shoots from your head all the way through your body.

“how much did we drink last night?” you turn to the golden blonde, who sighs as he opens the door.

“i have no idea, i was gonna ask you. but we drank something strong.”

“i’m surprised we didn’t puke.” you both walk down the staircase, surprised to find that the club’s empty; pretty sunrays peek through the windows and dust floats in the air around you.

“well, i didn’t, but you did.” denki’s hand is at the back of his neck and he turns away from you in embarrassment, shuddering.

you cringe at what he’s insinuating, closing your eyes for a brief second. “um.. i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he feels kind of weird asking, “where are you going?”

“well, i was planning on heading to my apartment, which you don’t typically do with a one-night stand, but i guess i can make an exception for you.”

“i’m getting special treatment? i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes as you open the door, squinting when the sun hits your face, “it’s the least i can do in exchange for the fun last night.”

denki bursts out into laughter, wiping faux tears from his eyes while you stand there, watching him. when his laughs finally slow down and he’s standing upright again, you elbow him in the ribs.

“looks like we’re gonna be walking a few blocks. we’d better hurry before it gets hot.”

“you don’t have a car?”

a glare from you is enough of an answer for him.

you throw the empty cup into the garbage, the spoon into the sink. you walk into your bedroom and water your plants on the windowsill, wishing that night would come fast.

it’s only 6:52 pm, and the sun sets at 7:30. before, time never felt so slow – probably because you had someone to spend it with.

your lips pull into a frown and you place the green watering can back on the windowsill, huffing out a sigh. when had you gotten so damn lonely?

the second week of knowing denki and you’re holding onto his hand tightly as you walk through the dark field, ignoring his protests of ‘it’s dark!’ and ‘what if there’s wolves out here?!’

“calm down already! look, we��re almost there!” you point ahead and he shrieks.

“but there’s no light! seriously, we’re gonna get eaten by wolves or maybe even hawks!”

“jesus christ, denki. there’s no wolves out here, and hawks can’t grab us.” you aren’t fully sure about the wolves, but it’s just a white lie.. that he doesn’t need to know.

“are you sure?”

you stop, turning to him, looking him directly in the eyes. “come on, have some faith in me.”

denki slowly nods, visibly relaxing. you keep walking; it’s silent for the next few minutes, and eventually you finally come to a stop in an area where you can perfectly see the moon.

“why’d we stop?”

he stands before you, watching curiously as you grab a branch and wink at him.

“just watch.”

slowly, you sweep the branch over the grass, and fireflies rise in the air around you. a faint buzz fills the air as they float around you both; you sit down beside him.

denki’s eyes are half-wide in appreciation, lips parted. he turns his head to you, voice much calmer than it was earlier. “it looks.. magical.”

he was right, it did look quite magical that night. you check the time on your phone, 7:05 pm – just a little longer, you can make it.

placing the phone on your chest, you sigh as you close your eyes, letting your mind wander again.

“uhh, i don’t know about this...” this time you’re the one who’s hesitant to do something with him, worry consuming your mind as you sit on the side wall of the apartment.

“come on, you can do it! just glide.” denki excitedly holds a hand out to you and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in worry, but you reluctantly nod and grab it.

his hand’s warm and soft when he pulls you up onto your feet, flashing you his all too familiar grin. “you’ll be fine, i’ve got you.”

your skin warms at his words and you decide that rollerskating with him is worth the effort. “okay.. so you just go forwards and gently push off each time?”

“pretty much, look.” he demonstrates proudly, you give him some applause before copying his exact movements, and surprisingly, you don’t fall.

“there you go! okay, come on, i wanna show you somewhere cool i found earlier!” he grabs your hand and skates forward so quickly you panic, unable to do anything else but glide with him.

“oh my god, don’t go so fast! you’re gonna run into a streetpole!”

“no, i won’t, i’ll be fine! come on, i think you’ll like the boba place i found!”

you open your eyes, checking your phone again – 7:32, just in time for the sunset. you get off your bed and start to walk out of your room, but a red gleam catches your eye – you turn to see the red rollerskates you wore with denki.

ignoring the pang in your heart, you grab a jacket and head out of your apartment, locking the door behind you before heading into the elevator.

you’re heading to the highest floor; up there, you’ll be able to get to the roof.

after punching in number eight, you lean against the wall, looking at your hands. a ding alerts you that you’ve arrived; you step out of the elevator and open the door at the end of the hall, walking up the small metal staircase – finally, you’re here.

you don’t make any moves to sit; that’s something new. instead, you stand on the roof, hands in your pockets as you watch the swirling plethora of colors dissolve into darkness in front of you.

“how long have you been living here?” denki shakes his head, droplets of water hitting your skin and you release a small laugh, stepping away from him.

“about four years or so.. it’s nice, isn’t it?”

“yeah, it is. it’s.. always awake, you know?”

“oh yeah,” you chuckle, understanding what he means about the city, “always. there’re cars going at 3 in the morning all the time. so many places are open to eat, it’s nice they cater to people’s late night cravings.”

“true.” he looks up at the leafy branches in thought, “i like citylife. it’s kinda boring if everything’s slow paced and sleepy.”

the rippling lake water catches the sunlight, glittering in the late afternoon sun. the field’s light green and grassy, all flat except for the few lone apple trees that dot its surface.

“sometimes you have to step away from the city to really enjoy nature.” you stand up and grab a red apple off a lower branch, taking a bite and offering it to him.

“they’re sweet, y’know.”

denki gives a huff, “i know what apples taste like.” he bites into the fruit, humming at its taste. he hands it back to you and you take another bite, savoring the fresh, crisp taste.

you sit down beside him, tilting your head back to look up at the different branches above you. your hair’s still damp from the swimming, your skin dewy with droplets of water.

“should we go back in?” you question, looking out towards the lake.

“only if we’re skinny dipping.”

“it’s.. light out. you’re supposed to go in the dark.”

“so?” denki grabs your hand and brings you up, “come on, it’ll be fun!”

you lay back with a sigh, arms crossed behind your head as you stare up at the cloudy night sky, unable to see any constellations due to the clouds and city light.

the moon peeks out from behind the clouds, almost shy to reveal its full light.

a rush of sadness fills your chest and you move your feet, not wanting to remember the particularly painful memory made right here.

“you’ve been silent all night, denki. what’s up with you?” his hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“for not telling you something i should’ve told you sooner.. i’m heading back to japan tomorrow.”

you don’t respond but your heartbeat quickens as you look up at the sky. “why are you going to japan, denki?”

“because.. i live there. i come here every summer from the beginning of june to the end of july with some friends.”

“so you won’t be able to...” your voice fades in realization.

“we can call and text! we both have phones, right?” he’s trying to be cheery.

“it’s not the same,” you say, voice suddenly strained, “you’re.. what, sixteen hours ahead of me? it wouldn’t work, it’d be inconvenient for both of us.”

“here, i have an idea. give me your phone.” he hands you his, which is open to the ‘create a new contact’ page; you do the same, now sitting up.

you type in your phone number and a small note, then hand it back to him.

denki seems quite invested in his typing; it takes him a few good minutes before he’s finished. “don’t open the note ‘til i’m gone, okay?”

it seems you’d never opened it. why not? you take out your phone to open it, reliving your last memory.

“call me, okay?” denki’s grinning again, giving you a tight hug before getting on the plane. you’re wondering why he’s so happy – it’s a facade, of course. smiling always fends off the tears, right?

when he’s about to pull away, he realizes how you’re not letting go, head buried in his neck. “denki, be safe. don’t forget anything on the plane, okay?” your voice is light and you’re trying to joke with him, but he can sense that unsteadiness.

he hugs you tighter, tears forming in his eyes. “i love you.”

a weak sob escapes your lips and the tears start rushing out of your eyes. “i love you too, please be careful.”

you hadn’t spoken to him since that morning – three weeks ago. why hadn’t you stayed in touch?

the note opens and you immediately read it, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘to y/n, the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.. i’ve enjoyed it all, from the most awkward morning of my life to the first time i’ve ever gone up on a roof with someone. it’s been really fun, i’m going to miss this. i get it if you don’t wanna stay in touch; it’s too painful sometimes, you know? but aside from our adventures, i’ve really enjoyed bonding with you as a person. you’re funny, sarcastic, and all around amazing. i love you - see you next summer.’

he was right in his message; it is too painful to stay in touch sometimes. you exit the contacts list, wiping at your eyes and smearing your makeup as you open the messaging app, beginning to type out a message,

hey, i miss you.

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holdmyowos · 3 years

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Catnip (Neko Denki x Female Reader)

Includes: scent kink, oral sex

You walked into your best friend's house, unannounced and unplanned, as usual. You had gotten to the point in your friendship where you borrowed each other's things and walked into each other's houses at random. "Denki? You here?" Sadly, it looked as if he was not home. You texted him. It looked like he would not come home too soon. You took a look in the mirror. It had rained on the way, and you looked like a horrible mess. A car had splashed you with muddy water on your walk here. Your hair was all tangled up and your make-up was running. Surely he would not mind if you took a quick shower in his bathroom, right?

You took one of his larger shirts, so you had something clean to change into. You undressed, and turned the water on. Denki hated showering, because he was a neko, but in the recent years you had gotten him used to doing it, insisting that society would reject him if he did not. You used only a little of his shampoo, not wanting to be an unwelcome guest, using a lot. As you lathered it on, you coughed a little. It smelled like Axe or some other boy's cologne. You realized that that was what Denki always smelled like. You thought it was his lotion or something, but it turns out it was his shampoo. You finished up getting the soap bubbles out of your hair and dried off using a towel.

A quiet knock on the bathroom door. Denki must be home. Before you could say anything, the door opened. He just stood there, eyeing you up and down. "Don't just stare at me!" you said, annoyed at him. Sure, it was his house, but if he knew to knock, he knew you were in the bathroom. "Why? You have such a nice body," he responded, his ears forward and his tail swishing. You grabbed the shirt you had found and put it on quickly to cover yourself. It covered your body down to your thighs. You instantly regretted choosing a thin white shirt, because with your dripping hair it was soon to become clear. You crossed your arms over your chest, as he tried peeking at your breasts. Honestly, sometimes he was a bit of a pervert. "Because I'm a human. And humans don't look at other humans naked." One of the many things Denki Kaminari could not comprehend about humans. Being a neko made him not understand most human norms, and some other basic things, like math, and writing, and honestly, just about everything that would be taught in a school. He was a pro hero, so those things mattered little to him. He tried fondling your chest, but you kept your arms crossed. "Well I don't see why not. You're sexy. I want to see your body." He cornered you on one of the walls, slowly lifting up the shirt. He licked you on the cheek. You pushed him off.

"What has gotten into you, Kaminari? You never act like this!" Sure, he did on occasion make comments complimenting your body, but he had never come onto you like this. You wiped off your cheek. Wait. You smelled your fingers with the saliva on it, and turned to him. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're high on catnip? Oh my god Denki, what am I going to do with you?" You rolled your eyes at him and sighed. He just gave you a small smile. "Well, it shouldn't last very long. I just have to figure out where the catnip is..." you dove into his pockets, quickly fishing out the packet before he could stop you, and threw it out the window. "... and put it far away from you." He gazed down the side of the wall out the window with a very forlorn expression, his ears back and his tail lashing. "Hey, I was enjoying that." You took him into his bedroom and kept him pinned on the bed until the effects had dissipated, and he correctly told you the answer to four times five. It took him a couple tries.

When it was obvious he was himself again, and you let him up, sitting to the side of the bed, swinging your legs over the side. He got up off the bed. He seemed a bit nervous. "I know I did something bad from that look of yours, but I swear I wasn't in control, and I don't know what I did." He honestly sounded so sorry that you were about to forget the whole thing ever happened and forgive him on the spot. "You look pretty cold with only that shirt on. I could warm you up. You don't have any underwear on, do you? Easy access~" he chuckled. Even now, he was still kind of hitting on you. "How did you-never mind. Denki... do you... like me? Like more than a friend?" His ears perked up and his tail stood still. "I mean, you seem to hit on me a lot. I know you do that to anyone that has breasts," you rolled your eyes, "...but still. If you really do like me, I need to know." He kept opening and closing his mouth, as if struggling for words that would not come to him. He eventually sighed, and gave up on words. "Actions speak louder than words anyway, right?" He took a step closer to you so that he was right next to you, and held you in and quickly kissed your lips, and pulled away. He let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of what you were going to do next.

You slowly and gently hugged him close. "Denki, I love you too. I just didn't want to admit it until at was sure that you felt the same way." You held his strong head against your hand, and he purred at the touch. "But, umm, how did you know I didn't have my underwear on?" He could not have seen your parts, could he have? You made sure to have kept the shirt in the way. He scratched his neck. "It's probably because of how little clothes you have on. I can smell... your scent is so thickly intertwined with my shampoo. It smells so good together. Since you don't smell like perfume or anything, I can really smell you. It's kinda a cat thing, I guess?" The topic seemed awkward for him, somehow. The guy who always talked about who had the biggest tits found an awkward topic? Impossible. "So, you mean, you can smell..." you gestured to your nether regions. He visibly gulped and nodded his head. "You smell so nice. And when I get close to you like this..." he pinned you against the wall. "...your heart races, and it smells like you're in heat. To a tomcat like me, it's nearly intoxicating." You gulped. He slowly tried taking the shirt off again, tugging at the hem of the shirt. You kept it down, refusing him. He made a whining sound. "I thought you were a cat, not a dog. Cats don't beg like that," you playfully teased him. He shook his head. "Please, you don't know what you do to me. Just let me taste you, please. I need to. I'm a simple cat with simple cat instincts. Let me indulge myself."

You blushed at the implications of what he meant, and sat back down on the bed. You ruffled the soft hair on his head. "Are you just kidding, or do you really mean that?" He could be such a tease, and never seemed to know where to draw the line. He knelt down and slowly spread your legs apart, one hand on each inner thigh. "Denki, you aren't serious, are you? You literally just confessed and I-!"

He blew on your clit gently, the cold wave causing you to clench your legs together, but he kept them pried open. You stared down at his eyes and met his gaze, completely serious and totally defiant. It was a bit unnerving. "Denki, are you sure you want to-!" He took one hand and kept your legs open, one finger on each side of your opening, and with the other hand he took two fingers gently trailing down the clit. He gently pressed one finger in. You sucked in a breath, fighting to keep your legs open for him. "Fuck, Denki! D-don't stop, please." He looked up at you with a grin on his face. "I love the way your body reacts to my touch," is all he said in response. That sent a shiver down your spine. He slowly added another finger, curling it and uncurling in. You breathing shuddered. You felt something wet against your entrance and looked down. He had pressed his tongue against you, and looked like he was enjoying it.

"Hell, look at you. Such a slut for pussy." you taunted. He moaned, his lips vibrating against you. You gripped onto a fistful of his hair as he slipped his tongue in, licking and sluring up your juices. You squeezed your legs together, and this time he let go of your legs, allowing you to crush him between your thighs. He let out another moan, his vibrations shooting through you in pleasure. After a minute or two of that, you got used to the sensation. A sudden pain zapped through you, and you arched your back, realizing that Denki had zapped you. He used this opportunity to push his tongue in further. He moaned into your pussy as you clenched around his tongue. "Denki, you bastard. What the hell." He opened your legs with his arms, and came up for air, he panting heavily, clear fluids coming from around his mouth. Your fluids mixing with his saliva. The sight made you rub your legs together for more friction. He let out an almost evil chuckle as he pounced on top of you, his hips rocking against you. He leaned in for a deep kiss. He parted, panting. "You like me making you taste yourself, don't you? You're making me do all the work." He took his shirt off of you and stared at you. He had really nice abs. You trailed your fingers along the lines on his stomach. You got up, aware that he was watching you, and rummaged through his dresser drawers. When you got to his underwear drawer, you found what you were looking for. "Honestly, not much of a hiding place." You tossed the condom to him.

"Y-you mean, you actually want to do it? With me?" He sounded surprised. "Well, yeah. I already made you do 'all the work', remember?" He took his clothes off slowly. "Fuck, my stomach throbs just at the thought of being inside of you." Your face heated up at his words, knowing you were in for a long night by the grin on his face and the bulge in his pants. "What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?" You murmured. "Don't worry babe, I'll make you feel great," he flashed back at you.

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powerprism · 2 years

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The Phantom Case prologue

You are Mirage, a super hero who works for the heroic Commission, the biggest hero organisation in Japan. Your partner Hawks and yourself were assigned to a mission, its purpose being the arrest of a villain named Phantom, whose true identity would be Denki Kaminari’s, ex UA student who had been excluded from the heroic curriculum as he was unable to control his Quirk. Between secrets and lies from the Commission, you quickly find yourself stuck in a nonsensical case. Who is Phantom, and how can you stop him ? Someone once said that to defeat demons you sometimes have to become one yourself. Will you be able to save everyone ?

//This fiction is a Denki x Reader, the characters are all over 18 in this story. The fiction does not follow the original manga’s storyline but may contain spoilers.

Mentions of death, torture, murder, foul language.

#bnha #myheroacademia #denkixreader

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pasteldaze · 4 years

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Sparks of Love - Chapter 1 (Part1)

I'm about to kermit suicide...

Taglist: @idktootbh @txmaki0 @lexx-ee @strawb3rry-babe

#bakugouxreader #bnha #bnhasmau #bakugou #denkixreader #bandau #vloggerau #fanfiction

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spacebunnywrites · 4 years

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Pikachu, I Choose You

Pairing- DenkixGN!reader Contains: pure tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of past smut, its almost entirely fluff yall, some mild angst… but it gets fixed I promise! AN: Y’all This was too fucking cute to not write. We stan BNHA Pikachu in this house. Okay? Happy Endings Only Club Tags: @hisoknen

Legs tangled together beneath black sheets, his arm draped loosely over your chest. It was always like this after you two finished. He demanded to snuggle you, making sure he hadn’t actually hurt you while you two were going at it. Softly rubbing at your hips to ease the discomfort from being folded literally in half. Kissing your neck tenderly as he tries to release any tension he might have caused. You always gave him a half-hour of this. You said it was for him, that he needed it. But truth was, you wanted it. You couldn’t help but preen under the attention he paid to your blissed-out body. The way he thumbed over any marks he left, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake. Whispering softly how much he liked spending time with you.

You were falling for Kaminari Denki. The man you swore would remain just a fuck buddy. He told you when this started he wasn’t a settle down type. That he had too many hoes to satisfy to just settle down. And in the beginning you were content with that. Happy even. But as the months went on you couldn’t help the feelings that grew. It wasn’t your fault that every time he sent you a dumb meme your heart fluttered. Every time a cringy Tik Tok was sent your way laughter bubbled out. The selfies he sent on Snapchat with animal filters and voice changes melted your resolve. You were royally fucked.

More so when you moved to leave the bed. Ready to gather your hopelessly strewn clothing and preform the walk of heart breaking shame. Only this time, a soft hand reached for your wrist. “Hey, uh… It’s getting pretty late.” It really wasn’t. You’ve walked home later than this. “Crash here tonight? Bed’s plenty big for both of us.” The usually cocky blonde you had fallen for looked sheepish. Almost scared. A look that you hated seeing on his face. Not to mention leaving after he asked you so kindly to stay would break your heart.

Which is how you ended up with the blond using your chest as a pillow. Sleeping nearly on top of you. The softest of snores leaving him, while you ran your fingers over his bare back. Neither of you had gotten dressed last night, a fact you become very aware of when there is a knocking on his bedroom door when the sun starts to filter in through the drawn curtains.

“Denki! You promised we would hang out today. I miss my Pikachu!” A femenine voice. Someone who obviously belonged more than you did, because she clearly had a key to the apartment. Before Denki could rouse entirely, you were pushing him off. Hissing at him to go hang out with his hoe while you got dressed. He didn’t understand why you were mad? It was just Mina. Not that you had ever met the pink haired girl. To you she was just some girl coming to fuck Denki. Hang out was the code word he used with you when he wanted a booty call.

How could he have been so brazen to ask you to spend the night. Especially when he knew he had a booty call lined up for the crack of dawn! The blond hopped into a pair of lounge pants, nearly falling on his face in the struggle to get to Mina. Meanwhile you calmly collected the haphazardly thrown pieces belonging to you, and put them on slowly. As you left the room belonging to Denki, you saw a strange scene. The pink haired girl had his head in her lap, and tears openly fell down his face. Muttering that he fucked up.

“Den- Kaminari… are you okay?” Your head tilted. You fought the urge to go console him. Obviously the booty call had him. But he choked out a broken sob and shook his head no. Motioning you over. You didn’t want to be anywhere near his next lay, but you wanted him. So you relented. Kneeling in front of him, pushing back blond hair.

“Its only you. I cut everyone else off weeks ago. It’s just you. I know you don’t like me at all… that I’m just a good lay for you. But… Fuck, I want you. I want to parade you around and let all my friends meet you. It’s why Mina came over. She wanted to meet my Cubchoo.” You melted at the nickname. Remembering the brutal cold you had that earned the nickname from him. He took care of you then, always handing a tissue when your nose ran. Or asking if your soup needed reheating. But he had to be lying… he had been only seeing you? For weeks.

“You idiot. Pikachu, I choose you. Every damn time I choose you. Denki, I’ve been in love with you for weeks.”

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b-n-h-a-smash · 5 years

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hey there! you’re one of the few blogs i know that writes kami really well and i love every fic you write of him akskdfkf can i request a kaminari x reader where they’re visiting an amusement park and it’s just pure fluff?? thank you! love you and your blog keep up being an amazing writer!!

“Come on, Y/N, let’s ride that one too!” said Denki’s loud and cheerful voice. His body was turned towards the way too high for your liking rollercoaster. It was a ride that looked absolutely horrifying, as the railway was riding up to several hundred metres above the ground, only to make a 360-degree spin and to head straight down, the speed no doubt challenging anybody’s nerves.“Denki…” you called out unsure.

His beaming smile at the sound of his name escaping your lips foolishly melted any kind of doubt or fear you had away.

“Okay, let’s go!” You smiled back at him and you swore he looked as bright as the sun at your excited state.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You shot Denki a bewildered look, unable to comprehend reality.

“You look so… scared.”

It’s because I am!

“It’s okay, sweetie. What do you want to do next?” You asked trying to brush him off, all the while failing to calm yourself down. That ride… It was so scary and stupidly dangerous that your knuckles had turned white from the tight hold you had on the metal bar right in front of you.

“Let’s… Let’s do something you will like to, okay?” He smiled, guilt flashing on his handsome feautures.

You simply nodded, the action confirming just how lightheaded you were.

Denki placed the palms of his hand on his ribsides, sighing.

He should have never proposed riding this ride.\

You conciously tried to move your legs, however they remained unmoving, a sign of your present fear. You tried and tried, but nothing seemed to work and you were certain this must have looked ridiculous-

You gasped as you felt Denki smoothly place his one arm at the small of back. He hooked the other under your legs, effectively placing you in his arms, at extremely close proximity.

“Honey?” You asked him, uncertain as to why he did that, especially in front of so many people.

“Consider this as my apology to you,” he said, smiling sweetly, all the while nuzzling your neck.

You giggled at the action as you were extremely ticklish.

“I like this apology,” you whispered shyly and Denki’s smile widened.

“How about we ride the ferris wheel and kiss at the top, hm? I know you would kill me if I kissed you in front of everyone,” he teased as he looked at the side, imitating the stubborn look you always give him when he wants to kiss in public.

“Denki!” Embarrassed, you hid your face in his chest while giving a weak hit to his arm.

His loud laugh reasonated through the chatter of the passersby, and he kissed your forehead lovingly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #denki x reader #denkixreader #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #reader insert #ff #fan fic #drabble #fic #one shot #fluff #anime #oof

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nameless-writer · 2 years

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Generous and caring, what a bonus!

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x G!N Reader

Genre: Oneshot

Description: Denki is too lazy and can’t learn how to cook, so his friendly neighbor shares their homemade food to him.

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It has a week or two since some blond had moved to the peaceful neighborhood, in a small town in Japan. Well, if you can deal with a family with an only child, then you can call it somewhat a quiet neighborhood. He was right next to you, his windows were wide open and clearly showing him just standing in the couch like a slug, eating Chinese and Subways while watching some boring T.V show or recent fight among heroes and villains, all alone in the new territory called a living room. It seemed sad, but you couldn’t blame him, he had no friends or known ones here, hence why he was quite of a lone wolf. Well, he knew the child of the loud and constantly arguing family, but he rather not talk to him. since he didn’t want to leave planet Earth too soon.

You seen his face and heard his name, mostly because he was part of Class 3-A of the famous UA High. You had seen the Sports Festival way before at the time it was displayed on TV screens, and for a powerful quirk, he for sure had a shitty technique of going all out on the first moments. You were amazed by the power he held, if he could only know how to control it. Not only that, but you might’ve been slightly swoon by his charms and perfect smile.

You were older than him, clearly as you had just graduated from UA and became a pro-hero in the timeline of two years. You were obviously starting with the night patrols, so you at least know and maybe bump into the blond, as you were quite familiar with his teacher, Shota Aizawa, as he went by as Eraserhead, by accidentally meeting him in alleyways every once in a while. You had seen him, walking around all giddy with his friends, while he was still a 1-A student.

But, you had went all around his life, glancing at him, just for being in your line of vision, it was way too much. So you decided to go and greet him, and maybe even bend the conversation to making him accept your offer of cooking him food, since he definitely looks like the guy who can’t cook for shit.

You went up to his door. You had planned the base of the conversation; you tell him you know him, you both greet each-other, you offer to cook for him and voila! The doorbell rung, a cute little jingle alarming him to get up and open the door. It was unexpected to get guests, maybe it was Mr. Bakugo asking him for a favor, or was it a friend of his suddenly coming inside his messy house. He sprinted around his house to pile and throw the wraps and papers that were left from days of takeout. He opened the door to expect Eijiro, but he was greeted with a pretty face. They were very appealing to the eye at first glance, in his opinion. He could see the person was more mature than them, but they somehow reminded him of some young hero that Aizawa-Sensei teamed up against a villain with.

“ Hello there! I hope that there’s really no need for introductions, since I think that you might know my name from Eraserhead. I know who you are, and I just wanted to humbly greet my next door neighbor, Kaminari Denki! “

The vocal chords of the pretty person were creating such a beautiful and soft melody, friendliness along with it to accompany the music of the voice, Denki’s heart might’ve skipped a beat or two when looking into the other pair of eyes, he was probably getting internally dumber by the second. A certain snappy sound was now in front of his face, the sound coming from your fingers.

“ Oh yeaaa. . . A-are you the newbie that Aizawa-Sensei was talking about? “

“ Newbie?! “

“ Sorry, I apologize! His words, not mine. From what I heard from him, y-you sound quite skilled. “

‘ Aw thank you for the compliment! Please don’t flatter me too much. I’m really not that big of a deal, but I appreciate it a lot! “

He was melting inside. Kaminari Denki, one of the biggest flirts known to man, was getting shy all so suddenly. He was cringing at himself for the slight stutters, but he couldn’t help it. Of course he was used to checking out Momo every once in a while, or acting all lovey-dovey to Kyoka, but he knew those girls and they were his friends. This was a complete stranger, a gorgeous one at that too.

Your eyes purposely wandered to find and Chinese takeout box around. BINGO! A box was laying on the floor, a leftover noodle or two spilling from it. It was close to a pillar of some sort, probably leading to the kitchen when taken a turn to the right.

“ I noticed that when you arrived, delivery has been coming daily, and I noticed it was food being delivered. I hope I don’t sound like a creep, but I just noticed that box over there. “

Embarrassment washed over his face, as he turned his head to see the box and the chopsticks in a perfect ‘X’. A nervous laughter erupted from his panting chest, his heart beating more quickly than before.

He was probably going to go through a heart attack at any moment.

“ Uh. . . The thing is that I can’t really cook, like at all, so I hope you don’t mind the mess if you see any. I’m n-not really the most. . . Organised. “

A gasp came out of your mouth, feeling so guilty for the little pure boy in front of you. He was quite brave to move alone, even when having zero nor even basic knowledge on how to take care of himself. If he continued like his, it would affect him physically, training-wise too.

“ You poor little thing! Oh, I wish I could’ve came sooner to help you! Don’t worry then, from now on you can come to me to eat a proper meal. “

You reached out your hands and squished his soft, smooth cheeks. While doing so, you started to examine his face; it didn’t have any pores and it was acne-free, which makes him get into the lucky bunch. His smile is the most beautiful one you had ever seen (apart from your mother’s), and his eyes were so mesmerizing to you. You could get lost to those pretty golden eyes, jealous of how handsome he was at a young age. Your mind wandered to how he would look older, carrying through his hero career. Would his jawline get even more sharper than it was, would he try to grow a little beard, or his hair? Possible options came and went through your mind, all resulting in a handsome and eccentric man.

His cheeks were still cherry red, but once he heard those words leave from your lips, he got worried, as if he would be a burden to you now. As if you needed him on your back with all of you hero work.

“ No no, please. I don’t want to stress you out with me and- “

“ Nonsense! It’ll be like my welcome gift to you, I can even teach you how to cook! What do you say? “

You brought his face closer to yours, as it looked like, to him, your lips could be so close to a simple little smooch. It was too much for the little boy, as he suddenly passed out from the over stimulation coming from his heart bumping against his rib cage. You held him tightly, not letting thew pretty boy fall to the ground, as you slowly picked him up over your shoulder.

“ I’ll take that as a yes then. . . “

You closed the door to his house, as you took him to yours, thinking about whether making him Yakiniku or just some simple Bocchan Dango.

!Days Later!

“ Damn Kaminari, is it just me or have you gotten stronger? “

Denki and Sero Hanta just finished a good afternoon sparring together, a method that was recommended by their homeroom teacher to try, especially them, since they were kind of failing a little. It took about 20 minutes, before Hanta got tired, and the most surprising thing was that Denki somehow didn’t overuse his quirk and get dumb like before.

“ Aha! Thanks Sero! It’s just I’m now trying to eat more healthy now. “

Kaminari Denki was getting noticed by his squad that he was gaining more muscle than he used to have, and a lot of it too. His shoulders got more broad as time passed, some from the healthy food you prepared for him, some from the training with you even.

“ The fuck do you mean? You can’t cook for shit. “

Ashido Mina finally joined the conversation after some snooping, but Bakugou Katsuki came in with Kirishima Eijiro to see what was the commotion with the ‘Dunce Face’.

“ Yo Dunce Face! Have you been eating at that hero’s house that Sensei told us about, huh?! “

He couldn’t lie to Katsuki, since his house was on the other side of the road that the three lived, so the other blond could see everything. He could see how every morning when he went jogging, the pro-hero would sneak into Denki’s window to give him breakfast-in-bed style, before leaving quietly to start the day. Every time, every morning, at 5 AM. But, he also didn’t want to lie, you were the reason his grades were upgrading, the blond was lucky to have you as his new friend. He would admit that he developed a crush ever since you were in front of his door, but you were slightly older, which meant you were already a hero and were busy for his clingy self. So, in his mind, it wouldn’t work.

After school, he went to the store to buy at least some chips for a little snack. It was his first cheat day after a while, maybe 8 days or maybe 10 days.

Who knows?

The most surreal thing of that day, was seeing you in the junk aisle, with a basket full of salty and sweet, you thinking that it was enough for both of you, turn around, You didn’t expect Kaminari in front of you, with some chips in his hands, waiting for you outside the store.

“ What are you doing here, Kaminari? “

“ I could and should honestly ask you that question. What are you doing here? Because I myself. am going to have a cheat day! “

It was silent, but cackles and giggles surrounded the both of you. it was a warm and cute bonding time with Denki, making you slowly fall in love more and more with that prefecty face, perfect body, perfect personality. . . Just everything of him was perfect, in your eyes. You got bold, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, secretly expressing a hint of your crush on him, but smoothly hiding it with throwing your arm on the slightly shorter boy. He was pink on the cheeks, but his handsome smile made you blush as well, as you both headed to your homes, two medium sized bags filled with junk food, stumbling against each-other from the closeness of your bodies. It made you both realize how into each-other you were, in just a short amount or time as of 10 days. It made you fall deeper in love with the younger boy.

“ Then why don’t we have a cheat day together? “

“ Your way of asking me out on a stay at home date? “

“ What’d you expect, Dunce Face? “

“ Don’t call me that! “

It definitely was lover at first sight for the two of you. . . <3

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