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ᯓ denki kaminari SMAU

pairings : denki k. x f!reader

cw / notes : fluff, honestly it's not rlly a SMAU but....... ANYWAYS i really enjoyed writing this eeehehehehehehe

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“There is no way. I’m not believin’ it.”

Hanta’s voice scoffed by the table, chewing his rice and chicken eggroll while he waved his hand to the air in disbelief. “You’re just naming names right now, Den.”

The said blond pressed his lips together in an unamused pout, he huffed at the taller one’s comment. “No m’ not, maybe you’re just sad my standard’s sooo higher up than yours.” He stuck out his tongue.

That was met with laughter from Mina, choking on her faint orange colored yoghurt.

“Clocked!” She barked out, shoving Hanta’s shoulder rather harshly.

Hanta rolled his eyes with a grin, shoving Mina’s shoulder back with not much less of a force, his other hand busy cutting up his katsu strips that he always saved until the last bite.

Eventually, Kyoka rolled back to the table after throwing away her trash, staring confused at the sudden loudness from the group. Not that it was new—no, never new. But it was always about something whenever the group got that loud that she could hear it from across the cafeteria. Her smile twitched amused, “What’s all this about?” She chuckled, slipping back into the seat.

“Den just told us who he was posting those instagram notes about,” Eijiro piped up, pointing his chopsticks at the grinning boy.

“See if Kyo believes it, I bet a hundred thousand yen she wouldn’t!!” Hanta whined with a shout, standing up in his seat as he pointed accusingly at Denki.

Katsuki sighed with a reluctant grin, his eyes fixed on his food while he shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth. It had been almost two months. Two months since Denki started posting ridiculous stuff in his instagram notes, his second account’s stories sometimes filled with little glimpses of what he had bought. But they never seemed to be about himself. Not at the least.

kachowwerz : stop being so cute ahahaa (im gonna die) kachowwerz : how to gain rizz no glue no borax pls

So of course it piqued the interest of the group. Hanta and Eijiro had repeatedly asked him about it, slinging their arms over his shoulder while they wiggle their eyebrows, naming the girls he’d shot his shots at before, yet to no avail, all the names were given a loud incorrect buzzer by Denki.

Until today.

Intrigued, Kyoka leaned back, “Alright, shoot,” she smiled, folding her arms across her chest.

Denki cornered his lips to hold back his smile. He leaned over, beckoning Kyoka to come closer to him so he wouldn’t have to shout through the cafeteria’s hustling and bustling.

“It’s…”

RIIINGG!

“Woo! Would you look at that!” Denki cheered, standing back up with a grin too wide to not be called pride. “Gotta go back to class!” His hands shoved into his pockets as he whistled innocently, walking away from the group with jolly steps.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Your steps rushed—echoing through the halls with all the students’ steps as you clutched your box tools in your already red hands. Present Mic’s assignment is due for the next class, and you had only finished printing the contents this morning. Despite rushing your lunch, you still ran out of time to put together your pictures and printed texts onto the bright blue infraboard you’ve been carrying since morning. With a huff, you adjusted the grip by your box.

“Oh—hey l/n–!” A streak of blonde passed by your eyes.

You paused your steps, reeling your legs back upon the greeting, only to be met by Denki—smiling a little too tightly, waving his hand again when you met his eyes.

“Hi Kami,” You slipped a small smile, “I gotta go, b-bye bye! Sorry, I’m late!”

Denki’s voice was heard behind you, shouting out a happy “O-..Okay!”

His teeth met lower lip quickly, brows stitching together to a disappointed frown as he let his waving hand drop with a slap! to his thigh with a sigh.

“Okay? O-kay??” Denki muttered to himself, turning on his heel to head to his own class. “Idiot.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

So…

Maybe cramming a week worth of an english book review and presentation project into one night wasn’t a good idea after all. Had you thought of that sooner, maybe Present Mic wouldn’t have to pull you aside after class to give you a guilty smile and tell you that your project will have to be redone seeing how messily it was put together.

Now, your project is laid before you—again. Your already annotated copy of ‘Fahrenheit 451’ flipped open to the page you weren’t finished writing about, your half-assed writing smudged in between the lines of the pages. Crinkly circles of water scattered around the table’s surface and the book’s pages, some even on your own hands.

You bit your lip hard, frustrated that you could have done better. You like english. You love how Mic teaches it. But the projects were just laying on top of each other this week, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask your friends for help because they were also busy, if not busier—at least that’s what you think.

A sniffle, your hand dug its palm into your tear-welled eyes.

Blur—your eyes wouldn’t focus, but you huffed, wiping your blazer’s sleeve to clear your eyes again as you continued writing, switching your head between the paper before you and your laptop.

Looking up, you sucked in another sob—not tuning your ear to the shuffling outside your already-empty class. When you blinked back down, shadow loomed over you, the familiar jabs of messy hair shooting out by his head.

“Kami..?” You sniffled, looking up from your lap.

He stared at you with a frown, mouth opening and closing to say something, then he settled his bag onto the seat next to you. “Hey, hey,” his voice murmured, scurrying his stance closer to where you sat, he pulled a chair, placing it next to you.

“W-what’s wrong–? Why–..”

Denki’s eyes darted around your table, cut out papers scattered around the floor around it, a glue stick still popped open, your fingers having small residues of it, then, he saw the book, recognizing the dialogue in the page.

“English..?” He grinned gently, nodding his head to your mess.

You gave him a nod. Pressing your hand to wipe your tears again while you fidget with your already loose tie. “...Mic said my presentation today was bad,” you muttered, eyes stinging again as you said the words.

“So I need to redo it.”

He cornered his lip, glancing over to your writings before settling his eyes back to your face.

“I uh..”

“I picked the same book, y’know?” Denki nudged, reaching to his backpack to rustle through it, fishing out a crumpled copy of the exact same book. The same ‘Farenheit 451’ , crooked and folded at the corners from his rash handling of his bag. He held it up like a champ.

“I coouuld… help you out?” He smiled, leaning lower to meet your gaze that’s stubbornly fixed on your fidgeting hands.

Your hand wiped the bottom of your nose, eyes finally brave enough to look at his too.

“You’d do that..?” Said you, coming out more as a whimper.

“‘Course I would.” He answered, more like a shrug. “I’m pretty sure you did better though,” Denki’s lighthearted voice arose again, placing the book on his lap.

“But it’s late,” You argued weakly, looking up at him through your watery lashes. “Don’t you usually play with your friends at this time..?”

The boy shrugged, “Eh, there’s tomorrow for that.”

“‘Sides, you’re my friend too, l/n.”

That bloomed a smile on your face, fishing out a sobful laugh from your lips as you finally looked at him fully. Dishevelled and all. “Thanks, Kami.”

He looked at you for a moment, heart thrumming and his adam’s apple bobbing every now and then from his nervousness, his smile slightly sheepish in hopes you don’t notice all that. “C’mon, we’re gettin’ this done—t’day!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The two of you stretched your arms up as the clock strikes a loud pang of 6:45 P.M.

Denki groaned loudly with his tied back hair, immediately snatching off his red headband as he flopped down to the floor.

“Finally!” He cheered, lifting his fists up into the air with a whoop.

You chuckled—loosely now, while your hands collected the paper cuts scattered throughout the floor around you, rubbing your fingers together every now and then, trying to be rid of the glue.

“Thank you, Kami,” You mumbled, looking at his flopped form. “You didn’t have to.”

“No yeah, it’s fine,” He waved his hand off, a smile evident in his lazing voice. “I wanted to anyway.”

“Aannd!” Sitting up, Denki lifted his finger to the air. “I bet your class would be stoked to see this—this masterpiece,” He grinned, making a grand gesture to the board that laid before you, already decorated with writings and hand-drawn bits and pieces.

“This gets a hundred, at least.” Denki’s brows furrowed in determination, “If not two hundred.”

A small bashful chuckle was your response, biting back your smile as you continued to flicker your gaze from collecting the trash to his proudly smiling face. “Thanks, Kami,”

“...Again,” you added. “Thanks again.”

“Oh come aawwnn,” He drawled, whining his tone slightly. “I think we’re past last name basis, l/n.”

Silence fell between you two. One where you stared at him, lips parted slightly. Not because you hated the idea of calling his first name. You were just.. not used to being welcomed into that space. The formality of calling everyone—even your classmates—by their last name just stuck to you. Even after six months being a second year.

“Wait–sorry– I didn’t mean it like that! Swear! I just–!” Denki scrambled to his feet, waving his hands to your face as he rambled about how he didn’t mean to push you too far he was just—

“It’s fine, ...Denki,”

“...Oh-!” He breathed, a singular laugh escaping his lips. “Right. Right. Yeah.”

You let your chuckle out again, seeing his rigid shoulders and stiff legs as he turned around and hit his chest. “Denki, help me tidy up, please?”

Denki turned around fast. A tight smile gracing his lips that reached way above his eyes. Holding up his thumbs, his voice cracked. “Yeah! Yeah–! I’ll.. I’ll do that.” He wiped his hands to his pants, bending to his knees again as he began collecting the papers sticking to the floor and to his shirt.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Fumbling your board on the right hand, his own backpack slung over his left shoulder, the two of you walked with loud rustlings. You carried your bags on one shoulder, both your hands busy carrying a box filled with scissors, glue sticks and whatnot. Every step echoed to the quiet halls of UA, accompanying your slightly ragged breaths.

The cold air swept through your face the moment you both stepped out of the building’s walls, crickets singing loud into your ears as you stepped through the pavements toward the dorms.

“C-Cold?” Denki cracked out, clearing his throat almost immediately.

“No, no,” You shook your head with a smile, “M’ fine.”

He nodded fervently, smiling to you while the two of you walked.

Shoulders brushing every now and then—breaths just a little bit too loud in your own ears, kinda walk. Silent, yes. Loud with your heart thumping against your chest while you watch the way your shoes fling up your shoelaces every step you make.

“Why’d you uh–.. why’d you pick that book?” He started, coughing up again to look away.

“Oh, well.. I kinda just–.. saw the movie first before I knew there was a book.” You admitted sheepishly, sighing out a laugh with a shrug.

“There’s a movie?!” Denki’s laugh broke out.

“Yes! Michael B. Jordan was in it!”

“Oh my God, I love that guy!” He shouted, grinning ear to ear as he cleared his hair from his face.

You giggled, hugging your box closer to your chest as the two of you died down your laughters, closing into the dorm buildings.

“I have to watch it sometimes.” He noted, nudging you gently by the elbow.

A nod was your response, smiling at his enthusiasm as you adjusted your grip. “Yeah, let’s watch it together then,”

Pausing your steps in front of your building, you turned to face him, face stretched to a smile that you couldn’t keep back in your own chest. “This is my stop,” You shrugged your shoulder to the building behind you, the faint sounds of conversations heard from inside.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah,” Denki’s hands scrambled, “Here,” carefully, he gave the infraboard to your side, eyes not daring to look up from the ground to meet even your neck. He backed away, wiping his hands to his pants again with a grin, and you couldn’t stop your chuckle.

“Thanks again, Denki.” Your voice came out a breath, picking up your board with your fingers.

“Mhm, no worries, y/n.” His mouth stammered at your name.

Turning around, you climbed the steps to the doors, pushing it open before peeking your head to him again.

“Bye,”

Denki’s hand waved almost immediately, laughing at your smile. “Bye, y/n.”

“G-good–.. goodnight!” He stammered out, answered with your giggle and a wave of your own hand. “Goodnight, Den.”

Clack.

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