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Whiskey Bubbles

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Category: Gen Relationship: Bakusquad - Platonic Characters: Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki's Family, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A Additional Tags: villain OC, Minor oc, Self-Denial, Self-Doubt, Self-Acceptance, Dad Aizawa, Genderfluid Kaminari Denki, Unreliable Narrator, Kaminari Denki-centric, Comatose Kaminari Denki, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied Relationships, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Ok... So there was supposed to be some dadzawa..., But there didn't end up being a lot, Songfic, Kaminari Denki Angs

It was 6:48, I was walking home

Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone...

When Kaminari Denki is on his way back to the dorms, from a visit home, he finds himself affected by a strange quirk. The only way to escape from this quirk is to solve the rabbit hole of memories he denies.

Chapter 1: Fake it Until it Bubbles to The Point You Can't

Kaminari Denki walked slowly and wondered what he would say. He couldn't wear a hood in class and he doubted that he could get away with a face mask. He didn't want to explain the new bruises or the belt buckle imprints to Recovery Girl. Hiding these knew indents would prove difficult. He wondered if the class would believe he fell down the stairs while trying to put on a new belt? They likely would. He had said that his last belt had broken last week. It would make sense that that would happen if he was rushing to beat the dorm curfew.

“Hello? You there, boy? Can you get the police or a hero? I need some help,” A voice came. The creaking voice resounded down the alley he was passing. Kaminari walked down the alley and helped the elder woman. He reached a gloved hand down and she clasped it. Her grip was tight and not at all what he expected from the fragile looking woman. He felt a sharp flash of pain in his chest. He ignored it. He was sore all over so it didn’t make much difference. He pulled her up.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone or escort you somewhere?” Kaminari looked around. The area was very desolate. He hoped she could get home.

“Oh, child thank you. But no, it looks more like you could use my help,” she said. Kaminari blinked. He didn’t know what to make of that. Did she have some healing quirk? Before he could ask what she meant she grabbed the bare skin of his wrists. Her brown eyes flashed gold. She let go and he noticed he was starting to feel better. He was glad he didn’t have to come up with a lie, but still, he was surprised.

“Thank you, but are you sure you’re fine?” Kaminari couldn’t help but ask. He really did want to run through. If aura could be seen he was sure that it would slowly be fading to black. The lady just had a tension about her.

She nodded and he left.

The almost eerie feeling followed him. He couldn’t seem to shake it no matter where he was or what he was doing. He made his way to Kita-Urawa Transit Station. 54 minutes later the Transit came to a stop. He got off at the Ueno-Okachimachi Station. He got up and walked from the station to the McDonald’s around the corner. He picked up a couple of large fries and a burger. He decided it would be good to get back to school after that. It really wouldn’t do to get detention.

He turned his mind from those thoughts and made his way back to Musutafu.

It was 6:48, I was walking home

Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone

A sigh of relief almost left Kaminari as he saw the school gates. It felt cold with that odd, terrifying feeling all over again. He held up his Student ID Card to get past the barrier. Getting inside didn’t help with the sensation that he wasn’t safe. He hoped to see someone soon. He figured anyone, even Mineta, would do.

He kept walking. He still felt so alone.

He knew he wouldn’t be for long though. He didn’t miss curfew so everyone would still be up. It wasn’t 7 yet, so he could check the kitchen and see if anyone was still eating. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. He hoped to sit on the counter and took a huge bite. He’d just started chewing when he’d heard Iida.

“Kaminari, It is not appropriate to sit on the counter. It is quite disrespectful to the school and everyone who uses the counter,” he said. It seemed as if he would be able to fill pages with reasons for why not to sit on something. Kaminari blinked and put a smirk on his face.

“Alright,” He said. He raised an eyebrow raised, before jumping atop the fridge and finishing it there. Iida still wasn’t happy with him being on top of the furniture. Kaminari vaguely wondered if doing this was cruel to the boy. He blocked it out. He looked over to the living room. He seemed to have caught a few stray glances, but most still were watching t.v. He looked down at Iida. “What are they watching? I can’t tell from here.”

Iida pushed up his glasses and stated that they were watching various Disney movies. Apparently, Aladdin was supposed to be next. Kaminari had a sudden thought: how much longer will I be here? How much longer can I make them happy? I feel like it won’t be long now. I want, no, need to go overboard. Kaminari kicked off his shoes and curled up there until he heard the start of Aladdin. Iida started reaching for him and ‘One Jump Ahead’ started playing. Kaminari sang to it. “ Gotta keep,” Kaminari jumped to the counter. He was especially careful to not get caught by Iida’s arms. “One jump ahead of the breadline,” Kaminari danced back away from Iida’s grasp. He had to strain himself to hear the music now more than before.

As if sensing his dilemma, Jirou turned the t.v. up. Though, it could have been that she was also watching him as she seemed to be hiding her laughter. “I steal only what I can't afford,~” Kaminari sang loudly. It didn’t sound good since he was restraining his own laughter. He jumped to a table.

“And that’s everything!” He and Jirou yelled. She was laughing more than he was. Even some others of the class had started to giggle at his makeshift attempts to be Aladdin.

He started jumping to all the tables to avoid the swing of Iida’s hands. He didn’t want his stage performance to be cut short. “One jump ahead of the lawmen. That's all, and that's no joke. These guys don't appreciate I'm broke,” Kaminari shrugs and tries not to grin.

He honestly didn’t expect for Iida to join in on the song. “Riffraff! Street rat! Scoundrel! Take that!” Iida seemed just as surprised that he joined in as Kaminari did. It didn’t take long for some of the others to join in too. Midoriya and Uraraka joined him in being guards and Sero joined Kaminari. He took on the role of Abu.

Sero hung his tape all over the ceiling and Kaminari gladly swung on them. One piece, however, broke, due to his rough swinging, before he hit his mark. He ended up have strung over the couch in between Momo and Jirou. “Oh, it's sad, Aladdin has hit the bottom. He's become a one-man rise in crime,” The two sang, Kirishima and Ashido happily joining in.

“I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em,” Even Bakugou chimed in, likely due to the pushy Kirishima next to him. Kaminari ran all around the room. Randomly choosing to swing from the tape. He ran up a couple of the stairs to the doors and turned around. He reached for a piece of the tape.

“Here goes, better throw my hand in. Wish me happy landin'. All I gotta do is jump!”

Kaminari realized too late that what he did was not a good idea. The tape snapped, yet again. He flinched. Though the small jolt didn’t look like one. He was started to fall. He braced himself, though he didn’t really have to. Iida caught him.

“You would make a terrible Aladdin,” Jirou said.

“Haha, Yeah. You’re right. I guess the guards won, huh?” Kaminari started looking around. “Abu!” He yelled. His voice was light and he tried to make sure it wasn’t weighed down by any of his laughter. Sero saw the fake seriousness for what it was and playfully tried to sneak away. “You were supposed to help me,” Kaminari said. It came out more like a whine though. Sero laughed at the pitiful squeak that was Kaminari’s voice. Kaminari plopped on the ground in front of the couch.

Ashido, being the one behind him, started braiding random parts of his hair. This continued until everyone was to go to bed.

The next day, they went to class. Kaminari tried to pay attention, though it was hard, It always was though. Still, something the teacher would saw caught his attention more than others. “HEE, HIGH TENSION!” Present Mic cut himself off as he saw a bug.

She walked down to the market. They stared at her. “Makeup is for girls.” She wasn’t a he, but wasn’t she?

He found himself standing in the middle of Present Mic’s class. Thankfully it was one of the few classes he did decently in. It was also his favorite. He really looked up to Present Mic. Still, he was standing in the middle of class. He also noticed he was in a daze. “Kaminari? Why are you standing?” The teacher asked, and hot damn, Kaminari wished he knew the answer.

“I think I left my clothes in the washing machine yesterday? Hey Sero, do you know if I did?” The lie came out of his mouth as smooth as butter. Sero raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

“Do you even know how to do laundry?”

“Ya-Yeah! Of course, I do!”

Present Mic laughed. He always did. It was almost as if he welcomed the distractions sometimes. Still, though, they had to learn. “Alright, settle down. We still have some writing TA DO!” The classroom steadily became more hectic as Present Mic started teaching.

Lunch came soon enough. Today, he sat next to Ashido and the rest of the Bakusquad.

“Hey, Kami, what was up in English class?” Ashido asked. Kaminari shrugged.

“Don’t know. Just a weird feeling, ya know? But, hey, if you had to establish civilization on an island what would your first rule be?” Kaminari throws the topic off track. Though the question was bound to spur an odd conversation. Ashido gripped her chin.

“Hmm, Rule 1 would have to be ‘Everyone has to be nice or as punishment, they can’t dance with everyone else and instead have to dance in their cell’!” She said. Bakugou scoffed. She turned to him with a pout. “Do you have something better?”

“Of course! If they piss me off they have to die!” Bakugou said. Needless to say, no one was surprised.

“OH! I know! Everyone has to do what they can to live without regrets. That’d be so manly,” Kirishima said. Kaminari almost wondered if the conversation seemed too serious. He hoped it would end up a lot funnier.

Monoma had passed their table and a cucumber fell off his tray. Kaminari jumped. He jumped so high he ended up on a tree branch above their heads. Monoma laughed and taunted him with the cucumber and some of the other students giggled at his antics. Ashido compared him to a cat.

Monoma threw the cucumber up and Kaminari flinched back violently. Why the fuck am I terrified of that? It’s just a vegetable. That familiar buzzing under his skin was back. With practiced ease, his panic took over and electrified the closest objects. The tree and the cucumber. Kaminari felt his skin quake in discomfort.

He didn’t notice that Kendo had come over and smacked Monoma over the head.

This brought out more giggles.

“We should get you a cat hoodie. You would be such a meme online! Like, no jokes, you are just like the cat videos,” Ashido said. At his silence, she looked straight at him. Clammy, pale skin paired with a trembling body. She was filled with regret. “Kami? Hey, you okay?” He looked down at her. His eyes were almost animalistic. Eyelids flashing down, redding his eyes of panic.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. That was really an overreaction, huh?” His face was so blank it scared her.

“It’s fine to be afraid of things. I honestly thought you were mimicking the cat videos.” The clouds of numbness cleared from his appearance.

The rest of the day passed by. It was uneventful. When classes ended, Kaminari went to do his homework. Usually, he’d put it off, hang with the Bakusquad or Jirou. Or, anyone. It’s not like he’s picky about who he’s around. His dorm room was propped open slightly and people, from time to time, would glance in. Confusion always laced their features. Kaminari didn’t mind. It was weird after all.

He spent a few hours studying, not that it helped much. He was only barely passing. He checked the time. 5:43. He went down to check the laundry machine and dryer. No. Not his clothes. He must have been mistaken earlier, though it was said while he was in a daze.

Kaminari entered the kitchen throwing a wave at Kirishima, Ashido, and Momo. Kirishima was at the table with Ashido. Momo was watching t.v. and drinking some tea.

He went to the fridge and pulled out some leftover fried chicken.

I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold

Then I covered up my face so that no one knows

She tugged on the grey sleeves of her dress. It wasn’t really her dress. It was her mom’s dress. Her mom would never buy her a dress though. She threw a yellow hoodie over it and went outside. She didn’t really think it was that weird of her. She always left the house around this time to get something to eat at the gas station down the street. Still, people stared at her.

Confusion. Disgust. Unease.

Mothers covered children’s eyes and she couldn’t understand why. She looked down at herself. A grey dress that went down to her knees. A yellow hoodie with lightning bolts. Black tennis shoes. There was nothing wrong with her appearance. Was there? Was it her hair?

It was short. Lots of girls had short hair, though.

She decided to put it out of her mind for now. It didn’t matter to her.

She went around the small food aisle and grabbed a donburi bento, for 500 yen. It had gyudon. She liked it since it reminded her of hamburger. They were both beef after all. She scanned the isle some more. She grabbed a steamed bun for 200 yen. Then she got some Karaage fried chicken for 500 yen.

She went up to the counter to pay for the food. She got out 1500 yen. She handed the money to the man and he gave her change back. She was glad that he didn't just say a huge amount and expect her to count it out. She was terrible at math and she knew it. Berated herself for it.

She started walking home but was pulled aside by a teenager. She heard people throw out whispers of ‘delinquent’ and ‘does she know that boy?’ She figured that meant it was bad to be around him.

“Hello? I kinda have to get home before my mommy gets home,” she said. She wasn’t sure what to do.

“You’re a boy, aren’t you? You go to school with my brother. Who knew there was such a freak in his class?” The boy laughed. Another boy seemed to come up from behind and started pushing her forward. Then the other boy pushed her back. All the movement made her drop her sack of food.

“Stop!” She cried. It drew some attention toward them. No one moved to stop it though.

She kept getting pushed around until she curled into a ball. The pain continued and her skin started to tingle. A small crackle rang in her hands. She wouldn’t have been able to hear it if her hands weren’t over her ears. The tingling spread. It encased all her skin. It burned and she just wished that it would go away.

One of the boys went to kick her in the stomach and she arched her back out of its way. The tingles left and spread throughout the ground and everything touching it. Though it never passed the boys. She blinked away a few tears. A hero, Enveloping Bubble, was there. She and the boys were in a bubble. It hadn’t been there before. At least, she didn’t think so. Everything was foggy. Well, everything but the pain.

The bubble came down and the two boys sped away, but they didn’t get far before they were trapped in a bubble.

Enveloping Bubble came over and asked if she was alright. She wanted to say yes. She tried to. She couldn’t though. She didn’t know when she started standing or when she bumped into the wall. The crowd laughed and after 20 minutes left. The hero stayed there though. He watched her. She wanted to thank him and say she doesn’t need the attention, no matter how much she craves it, but couldn’t. Everything still hurt. Her mind felt as if it was shattered. She couldn’t think a coherent thought with more than five words in it.

Her finger caught an electrical outlet as she bumped into the wall again. The zap of the current seemed to clear her mind some, though she noticed it also freaked out a couple people. That included the kind hero who was trying to keep her safe.

An ambulance had arrived. The hero had probably called for it a while ago.

The hero and others watching tried to usher her into the ambulance. She blinked. “Oh, I’m sorry? I can’t do that. I’m fine, I just need to get home. Mommy will be getting off work soon.”

The hero made her promise to tell her parents about what happened. She nodded, thanked him, and went to pick up her bag of food.

I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

“Kaminari? Hey, you okay, bro?” Kirishima said, waving a hand in front of the other teen’s face. Kirishima grabbed Kaminari’s wrist and Kaminari flinched. “Kami-bro?” Kirishima’s voice shook and his head tilted.

Kaminari blinked and rubbed her his eyes. Kaminari’s eyes drifted over to Kirishima, then trailed down his arm to where their skin met.

“Hey, Kirishima. Sorry, was I blocking the fridge? I was just getting out some of the leftover fried chicken. Want some?” Kaminari asked with a furrowed brow.

“Nah, bro. I was… You kept opening and closing the fridge as if you were in a daze. You’ve been here for 15 minutes, ya know?” Kaminari’s shoulders hunched in contempt for herself himself. She’d He’d made someone as kind and loving as Kirishima worried.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I blanked,” Kaminari said. She He rubbed the back of her his neck and her his head slightly bowed. “You don’t think any of the food spoilt, do you?” They both looked at the fridge. Simultaneous, they reached in and pulled out some of the food. They smirked at each other before biting in.

“Is he really okay?” Kaminari heard Momo ask Ashido. She He flinched. She He couldn’t tell why it hurt. He? He? It was wrong. But she was wrong too?

“Who knows? I've seen him do some strange things when he’s fried himself. It could’ve just been that?” Ashido didn’t seem convinced at her own explanation. Still, they dropped it.

Not he? Not she? NOT HE? NOT SHE?NOTHE?NOTSHE?

“I think it’s still good, bro,” Kirishima said. He was loud, boisterous, but not yelling. Still, his energy seemed to make everyone relax. They had a good time after that. It was seven before they started getting ready for bed and chilling in the dorms or living room. Ashido had convinced a few people to dance on the couch with her to some music. Kaminari would have joined in, though he felt he should look up what was making him feel this way.

‘Why do I not feel like a girl or a boy sometimes?’

Confused and clueless [gender identity confusion] - Gender …

https://www.asexuality.org › Identities › Gender Discussion

Feb 5, 2014 - 6 posts - 4 authors

But it's not like I want to do it as a girl - I'd want a guys body to dress like ... bigender ( feeling both male and female ) or genderfluid (sometimes …

Non-Binary Gender Identity Explained | Teen Vogue

https://www.teenvogue.com/story/what-is-non-binary-gender

Feb 12, 2016 - Here's What It Means When You Don't Identify as a Girl or a Boy . "Non-binary gender is any gender that isn't exclusively male or female . ... Sometimes people confuse gender with sex, and while the two words are related, .... Parts of my body feel like they should be male , others feel like nothing just neutral.

Nonbinary? No? Maybe? Genderfluid… It sounds right? But that’s not HIM. I HAVE to be a HIM. Right?

Kaminari felt drained. He set an alarm for 7:00 in the morning and went to bed.

"When my mom walked into the living room

She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"

Kaminari sat in the living room. She knew she should have taken off the girl clothes, but they felt right. At least, they did at the moment. She was a boy though. She wasn’t supposed to go outside of what’s considered normal or standard behavior for a boy. Her mom didn’t like it when she did that.

She was five now. She knew better.

It was too late.

She pulled her hood up as the front door creaked open.

“Honey, I’m home!”

“Welcome home mommy,” Kaminari said meekly. She cowered into herself for a second before jumping over the couch and running to her room. The epitome of manliness for a boy her age.

“Denki? Something wrong dear?”

“No!” Her mom’s footsteps neared her room. The door opened.

“Denki? Is that… My sweater dress?”

I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"

She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"

The day passed like any other. Aizawa-sensei’s class was quiet. He got distracted in it yet again. He tapped his hands on the metal of the chair. Ashido’s hair just looked so fluffy. He just wanted to touch it. Ashido looked at him. She just glanced quickly, but it was enough to catch his attention. She held her phone and tapped it twice. He wanted to smile and nod but then they’d definitely get caught by Aizawa-sensei.

AM: Hey Denki this is SOOOO boring!;-;!

KD: Ya but think on the bright side?

AM: What bright side??? BORED!!!

KD: Well??? There’s always something happening in class? Or, uh? Did you ever notice that Aizawa-Sensei is so cat-like???

The pink girl could barely muffle her laughter. She threw her head back slightly and gripped her shaking body.

AM: OMG WTF do you mean? LOL

KD: Well??? I mean? Like he takes cat naps all the time and he totally pretends not to care about things when he does. He’s kind to us but he doesn’t want to be around us a lot? Like a cat that lets people pet him only when he wants to???

AM: LOL… That is so fukin beautiful Denki!

AM: Like srsly 0////0 Aced how Aizawa-Sensei is!

KD: I feel like I started something bad…

AM: Hell yea. You did! Not bored anymore tho.

KD: Must have been worth it then, Mina?

AM: Thx. <3 you Denki!!!

Kaminari’s smile gave them away. Their phones were confiscated and Kaminari had a feeling that Aizawa-Sensei read the messages about him. He glared at the two all throughout class.

Once lunchtime hit, the bakusquad took their usual places at the table. The group was always loud and seemed to garner some attention for it. No one ever took them seriously though. Except for Bakugou sometimes.

Today the conversation started with his short, sweet, romantic tryst with a coworker from the cafe he worked at. They knew he worked, as did the teachers, but not where.

“Oh, shut up you damn Phone Charger! No one cares about your piss for shit love life!”

“But, Bakubabe,” He whined. It was childish and he knew it. He couldn’t help it. “You have the personality of a dead sewer rat. No way you can flirt better than I can!”

“Oh, Denki, my baby,” Ashido griefed. “Be nice to your brother’s boyfriend.”

“Yes, be nice to your future brother-in-law, or you’ll end up chasing him away,” Sero said in the most dad-like voice he could muster.

“Hey,” He said softly. Ashido looked over. She wondered if something was wrong. “If potatoes had eyes do you think they’d be colorblind or that they would see like us?”

Ashido covered her mouth and nose area as she let out a gaggle of sorts and giggles. “Denki, where do you come up with this stuff?” Her pink cheeks flushed and those around could hardly tell. Kaminari tried to pay attention to the subtle things about his friends. He made a point to know what makes them tick and what makes them over the moon with joy. He wasn’t sure he could ever forget a friend’s birthday.

He shrugged to his hyper friend. Bakugou raised an eyebrow and whispered to Kirishima. Kaminari blinked over to the two though that did nothing to settle his confusion.

I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble"

He was itchy. There was a buzzing in -no, under- his skin. He wanted to scratch at his arms, dig the pulses out. He couldn't though. He was fighting. When he asked who though, the blurred light would laugh. He punched and kicked toward the noise even after the light would go. He just wanted everything to stop. He could see himself, in that dress again, cowering in the corner.

Lightening spewed off the other figure. It got closed to Kaminari. Looking at the figure, it really was too blurred for him to discover the identity, He wondered if it was his dad with a blurred out face. This has happened before with his father. Ya, that must be it.

It was his dad... It was because he was wrong... That must be it.

Still, it hurt when the lightning strikes him.

"Denki!" Ashido screamed. The sound drew the attention of everyone in the room. Class 1-A rushed over filled with worry. Kaminari's face was pinched in pain. He was left lying on the table where he fell. He gasped and sent out small warning shocks at every attempt to move him. One of the students ran to get Aizawa-Sensei. When he arrived he shut off Kaminari’s quirk. He and Kirishima carried him to the nurse with the bakusquad following close behind.

Chapter 2: It's a struggle, but only acceptance can break the bubbles

Kirishima felt his whole body tense as he saw his friend fall limp. Electricity crackled off the falling blonde. Kirishima could tell everyone had run toward the Bakusquad at Ashido’s high pitched squeal. It rang in the boy’s head and only enhanced his panic. A student, likely Iida, though Kirishima didn’t pay attention, got Aizawa-Sensei. The man had looked as if he was calm when he arrived. The man had used his quirk on Kaminari with no delay. Kirishima ran over to grab the left side of his slouched comrade. Bakugou quickly tried to take the other side but the teacher blinked. Faint flickers of heated light reached up and took the blonde by the hand.

Bakugou hissed and drew it back. Spews of swear words and threats of regret left the vehement boy. He almost reached a hand to retry after the teacher had his eyes back on the passed out teen. The teacher took the right side. The look the teacher gave the passed out boy made Bakugou stand down for a few seconds.

“Fuck off, I’ll help,” he told the teacher. The teacher glances his way. Aizawa-Sensei kept his attention on Kaminari.

Bakugou would have fought harder had Sero and Ashido not gotten his attention. He grumbled as Sero bandaged his hand with tape. Bakugou went to point out that he was not the only one touching Kaminari as he’d sparked. Looking over though, Kirishima had hardened. It was pointless to try to deter the boy from helping his friend even a little bit.

The Bakusquad trailed after the teacher and the other member. They were lucky that the few times Aizawa blinked, the shocks were light. Still, the teacher had strained himself getting the boy to the nurse.

The Bakusquad stayed there with Aizawa-Sensei until Naomasa Tsukauchi arrived. “Children, you should leave,” The police detective said with no hesitation or sympathy. The man seemed as if he just wanted to do his job and get out. With the darkened rims of his eyes and his sluggish movements, it was an easy guess that he was tired and overworked. Even knowing this, Bakugou couldn’t hold even a strand of sympathy toward the man.

“Fuck no! We aren’t just going to go like that!” Aizawa-Sensei rubbed his temples and looked over to glare at the loudmouthed troublemaker. “Tell us what this is!”

Ashido peeked out from behind Sero to let out a quick quip, “and how we can help.”

Naomasa seemed uncomfortable with the idea of letting students, who would most definitely stop at nothing to help a friend, have any information regarding this. He snuck a glance at the teacher. He figured it would be best to follow the man’s lead.

As if sensing his thoughts, Aizawa-Sensei nodded his approval. The other adult sighed. “Well if you’re fine with it Aizawa, I will start.”

“They’ll figure it out, and work on their own either way,” Aizawa-Sensei said. Naomasa wondered if the man had regretted becoming a teacher. He brushed the thought off in favor of the current predicament.

"And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming

Mind was running, air was freezing

As much as they had tried to figure it out, all they could tell that night was that it was not medical. It had obviously been caused by a quirk if Recovery Girl couldn’t heal him. The teenagers were told not to inform the class about this just yet about these developments. The day still seemed to pass too slowly and quietly.

Kirishima sat still and merely took notes. Ashido would look down at her phone for updates, at a constant rate. Everyone seemed drowsy and unmotivated. The only person who acted as he normally would was Mineta, and even his attempts seemed lax compared to usual. It was like the boy was only flirting excessively because that was what he did every day. Most of his daily comments lacked any and all passion.

The second lunch hit, students crowded the bakusquad members, with the exception of Bakugou.

Many of the students asked for more information or ways to help. Ashido went to tell them that they were looking for someone whose quirk could cause that but stopped at the pointed look Bakugou shot her.

Ashido put on a nervous smile and said, “He’ll be fine. He was working himself to death with his part-time job.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the idea. He thought students were not allowed to have part-time jobs at this school. It was especially risky with Class 1-A, and U.A. in general, being targeted frequently.

Put my hands up, put my hands up

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight"

Kaminari Denki tried to fight back. It didn’t matter in the slightest. Every evaded attack seemed to come back and hurt him worse. His father laughed at his failed attempts. The little him, that cowered in the corner, ran. She He ran down the twisting hall. Kaminari figured that the child version of him would just run out of sight.

She, he was a boy, not a girl. A dress wouldn’t make him a girl. He was a boy.

He didn’t though. The scenery and even the deaged Kaminari’s clothing changed way with each step. The hall lead way to their childhood home in Saitama. Young Kaminari was wearing a yellow and black striped shirt, a too big hand-me-down, and some loose fitting jeans. He had to have been around 7 years old.

He watched the scene. Young Kaminari snuck out around the time that school would have been starting, had it not been a Saturday. He met up with a kid with messy purple hair.

“Why do you even hang out with me? Don’t you think I’m scary?” The barely younger boy asked. Kaminari seemed to stop walking. He didn’t really get why the other boy thought himself scary.

“Why would I think that?” He said. “I’ve got a scary quirk too.” The boy, a young Shinsou, looked confused. Than, comprehension spread across his face. Yes, electricity could hurt. It could be scary. Just as scary as having no control. “Oh! Let’s go play in that park!” Kaminari pointed. The park was relatively small. Still, it was beautiful and lush with lots of open room.

There wasn’t much playground equipment; just a swing and some monkey bars.

The two gravitated to the swings before all else. The two had a lot of fun at the park until two other students showed up. One of them was the younger brother of the boy who called him a freak. His name was Hajime Jirou. His family disapproved of anything that went against the ‘original and proper’ way of doing things.

Kaminari felt bad for the other boy. He couldn’t stop him, though, from gaining his parent’s philosophy. Kaminari liked that word. He learned it the other day from his aunt. She let him wear dresses when being a boy felt too wrong.

He knew people could change that, but he didn’t want to hurt his family or make his dad angry by doing so.

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name

He woke up. They didn't even realize that they'd fallen asleep. No, not they. She looked over the room. The nurse's office was as clear as day to her. She could see Aizawa-Sensei there. “Hey,” she tried to say. Her jaw wouldn’t open though. It was like it had been wired shut. She could see and hear everything. The bakusquad coming in to check on him. Other students doing the same. Some weren’t even in their class. They could hear and see everything.

Their eyes were wide open, so how did nobody notice? How did everyone say they care and start to cry about them but not even notice they were awake? That they were in pain?

“How are you so sure you're awake?” a familiar voice says.

Kaminari turned. The light that spoke seemed to twitch and spark. Then it faded into someone the child always loathed to see. He didn’t bother to reply. He knew it would change nothing for the better. His father would just hurt him more.

The figure hurled electricity toward Kaminari. He opened his arms as if to embrace the painful strike.

“Se-Sensei! His vitals!” Sero said. He seemed on the edge of panicking from just the spike. They watched for a second. The electricity escaped Kaminari’s body and flooded the building. The surge his power caused made the computers crash. The medical equipment overloaded. Aizawa stopped Kaminari’s quirks but the after effects had already taken its toll.

The building’s electricity was out for the next three days. It made it easier for the bakusquad to sneak out without the rest of Class 1-A noticing.

I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground

Kaminari’s feet sunk into the ground and kept him upright. “What do you have to say for yourself?” His father’s voice echoed through the encompassed area. Kaminari didn’t know if there was anything he could really say to make the man stop. It was easier to take the hits. It always had been.

The man crept closer. He had a sinister look on his face, though that felt all too normal to the younger man. Kaminari flinched and curled inward on himself. “Well, BOY? Speak!” The man raised an arm to strike. “Or will you deny everything, forever?”

For some reason, the word echoed in his head.

He wasn’t denying anything. He was protecting his family.

It's only gonna let you down

Bakugou growled as they stalked the streets. He knew that quirk forms were confidential. Still, it had been three days since they had started getting the procedure of getting a warrant.

Bakugou was worried and impatient.

The bakusquad had followed Bakugou’s advice of checking out the Saitama prefecture. The group split into groups of two; Ashido and Sero, and Kirishima and Bakugou. When Kirishima had gone to explain the idea to Aizawa-Sensei, the teacher seemed skeptical to let the students roam the streets near the place where the quirk had been used on Kaminari. However, a glance at the student’s eyes proved that it would be fruitless to tell them not to.

Aizawa and Yamada trailed the students in case of attack.

The two groups of students asked anyone who passed by if they had seen what happened to Kaminari. No one seemed to have noticed the boy.

Bakugou scowled as Kirishima brightened his worried smile and approached another couple. The two seemed to have recognized Kaminari from a picture that Kirishima had saved on his phone.

“I’ve seen that boy at the park before. Poor thing,” the girl said.

Her husband said, “I know the kid’s father. He’s not a good man. You shouldn’t get involved in that family.”

Small explosions were released from Bakugou’s hands. The couple flinched back. “That boy is going to be a hero. He’s a student of U.A,” Bakugou said.

Kirishima looked between the three with an uncertain smile. The tension growing was already thick. “Look, we know Kaminari. He is a good guy. It doesn’t matter if his father isn’t. Not to his friends and teachers, at least. If principal Nedzu thought he would betray us, he wouldn’t have let him enroll.” The students could almost see phantom gears turning in the couple’s head. The newfound regret was obvious on their faces. “Have you seen him around three days ago? That was the last time he went out of the U.A. dorms. He got a hurt. The police seemed to think that he was affected by a quirk.

“I think I saw him,” the woman started. “He was in an alleyway, helping an old lady up.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes as if to threaten her to explain. Kirishima was the only one to vocalize anything, though. “What did she look like?”

“The woman had greying cyan hair. She looked a little shorter than him, maybe? She was hunched over like she had scoliosis. She might have been in her mid-60s. Oh! I remember now, she reminds me of the librarian from the library I go to.” She gave them information on how to get there, as well as where the alley was. They asked their questions to the librarian, but ultimately, it led to nothing.

Bakugou had decided that the easiest way to find her was to get the records from schools in the area near Kaminari’s house and in the area of the alley. The group of U.A. students regrouped at their own school and discussed the plan. All the students decided they wanted to help

The schools were reluctant to release information that wasn’t in records for the public. They did let them check out the yearbooks. They decided it would take too long to check every school. It might have even taken months if they went about it that way.

“Hey, Bakugou? Did you ever think about posting on forums?” Ashido asked. With all the technology they use on a daily basis, Bakugou felt like kicking himself for not seeing such a possible lead. He growled.

“He didn’t,” Kirishima, the Bakugou translator, said for him. The group wasted no time spreading the word on many media outlets.

After that, the group took turns checking the forums every hour. Someone had posted a lead on people they know who have the ability to put others in comas. Kirishima and Ashido had a pair of full-blown grins as they check the lead. They had finally found her; Wanashi Kikowa.

The two raced to gather the members of the group and their teachers. Aizawa, Yamada, and All Might arrived at the same time. The two blonds seemed excited that they were finally going to put an end to the panic induced by this incident. Aizawa still seemed to have the same lazy, apathetic composure as always, though everyone there knew what the man was feeling was quite the opposite. All Might called Detective Naomasa and put the man on speakerphone.

She had no priors and hadn’t been in the system at all. The only evidence they had that it could be her, was a couple of testimonies from her high school days. It was said that she had gotten in a fight with her girlfriend, Aiteki Naiko, over whether the girl was ashamed to be seen with her. The fight ended with the girlfriend stuck in her head until she resolved to be herself and be open with her thoughts.

The Bakusquad lept into action at the first chance. They raced to the woman’s current address. The hot-headed leader would have kicked in the door, had Aizawa’s scarf not caught him. The other teachers were quick to scold the boy, however, Aizawa just glanced at the door. He let the impulsive student go and went to knock on the door.

They stood there until the door opened, no one moved even an inch. With every second the host of the house didn’t show up was a moment of building tension.

The door opened. “Hello?” The woman said without even a stutter. She didn’t act surprised or even annoyed at their presence.

“Undo whatever you did to Kaminari!” Ashido said.

“You must be the friends of the blond child with the bolt in their hair. Trust me, they will be better in the long run after they awaken.”

“Look, lady, I don’t give a shit for what you think was for the better!” Bakugou attempted to charge at the fragile looking old lady. He was, again, held back due to the teacher’s interventions.

Come the lightning and the thunder You're the one who'll suffer, suffer

Rounds of memories seemed to trail with every spike of electricity shot through him. Sometimes it felt like he was slipping away, back to the nurse's office. The memories were never lucid. They were foggy and bubbly. It was like something dragging him under the waves in an ocean.

He could hear his friends voices. There was another voice he couldn’t quite place, even with the familiarity to it. He knew she was someone he talked to recently. He did talk to a lot of people though.

The voices were muffled and came in and out like a radio losing signal. With his quirk, that wouldn’t be possible. He’d been here so long he didn’t know what to make of these short visions. “ Com- -n. Ke- -ighting. You'll -ine. We -re -ere you.” He could feel his skin tingle as the electricity built up. His hand was already warm from Sero and Ashido’s hands gripping his, but the feeling of his quirk was easily distinguishable. He opened his mouth to warn them.

He was pulled back under completely. All warmth other than his quirk disappeared. His eyebrows drooped than his eyes followed suit. He felt tired. He wanted to give up. This was so hard. He walked down the shadowy path in hopes for somewhere to lay. Nowhere came to view.

He didn’t think any place would show up in an area where the ground may as well be sludge.

Well I squared him up, left my chest exposed He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose

“Please, stop this nonsense, Denki-chan,” Kaminari’s aunt Alouette. It was rare that she was in Japan. Kaminari had just wanted to feel pretty. She didn’t get why her kind aunt had told her to stop. “Your father will be home soon. Take off the dress. We have to hide it somewhere. Come on, petit?”

Now Kaminari understood. She hurried to her room to put on her boy clothes. She was only allowed to be a boy. If she wasn’t, not even her mother or aunt could stop her father from hurting her.

Last time, he came back home when Kaminari hadn’t felt like she was either. So she had worn a long shirt that looked considerably like a dress and she wore shorts. She hadn’t wanted to offend him, she recalled. He still took it that way though. He always did.

She changed and came out wearing a black and yellow striped shirt, jeans, and a pokemon hat.

She ran over to where her aunt was and tried not to twitch too much. These clothes didn’t feel right. Not that they felt bad, just not right.

She wondered, not for the first time, why she was so strange… So wrong.

I had thick red blood running down my clothes And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though

Finally, Kaminari stopped watching their memories pass by. They shuddered at the hand on their shoulder. Their feet were still stuck in the mud. “Well, boy? Ready to answer?”

Kaminari glared at his father. He couldn’t go on watching these memories anymore. He knew his father was showing him this in order to disgust him. That left Kaminari wondering how he even knew some of these memories.

He felt his adrenaline spike as his father opened his mouth.

A small chuckle escaped that cavern of cavities. He saw the hands reaching for him. Every second doubled the stress he felt. He knew this would be painful.

I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble But then came trouble

“Look, the child is strong, but in pain. If the child cannot come to terms with themself, then they may be stuck in their head for a long time. They helped me, and so I reverted all injuries but psychological ones. Currently, their mind is putting them in a coma to attempt to heal the psychological scars. If the child wants to awaken, they must find a way to heal those injuries. To do that, most people learn to accept themselves. The child might awaken, or still be able to hear if you want to keep them company?” The old lady said.

And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming Mind was running, nose was bleeding

His father lunged for him. His fingers, at first contact, released small bursts of discharge.

“Aizawa. It’s happening again!” Recovery Girl said as she shook him awake.

Kaminari had not felt his father’s electricity course through him very often. He had lost count of how many times he’d felt the belt buckle digging into his skin, or how many times half-full beer bottles would be thrown at him. He never lost count of the electricity though. He, in fact, could count on his fingers the number of times it had happened before today.

The villain seemed to morph. A shadow took his place and cackled.

“You weren’t protecting them by hiding this. You were just protecting yourself - like a coward!” The shadow said. It’s distorted voice boomed. Kaminari couldn’t tell whether the form was a girl or a boy. It’s voice ranged from deep to high and would change by the second.

This enemy confused him. It felt familiar. It felt like it was a part of himself.

He didn’t want that to be true, but the second he thought it, he couldn’t erase the feeling.

He wanted to deny this figure because it was evil. That wasn’t the real issue though. The issue was still gender.

Of course, he didn’t want to be evil, either. The shadow knew that. It knew it’s purpose was to beat some sense and self-love into the child. It didn’t think it was bad. Just that it was a tired guardian of the mind. One day, it hoped, the child would see that too.

The shadow dropped into it’s fighting stance and held up it’s hands.

Aizawa blinked and the electricity came back full throttle. Aizawa disabled the boy’s power again. He put a hand on the boy’s forehead. There was no doubt that the boy had gained a fever from overexerting himself and his quirk.

“Why isn’t he getting any better?” Bakugou asked the old lady. He almost seemed like he was growling.

Wanashi smiled and said, “The child will get better when they accept themselves.” Sero and Bakugou had the feeling that something was wrong. There was no doubt that even the quirk user had no clue what was happening.

“That’s what you said before, you old hag!” Bakugou said.

At the same time, Kirishima let out a question. “What would we be able to do to help Kaminari accept himself?”

“We could stay with him and play familiar music and stuff?” Ashido said.

“I’ll go get my laptop and charger. Maybe we can play some of his favorite movies too?” Sero said.

The group then looked to the teachers. They didn’t seem to mind the idea. The rest of the class seemed to like the idea as well. Sero raced to get the technology while Ashido went to get comfort items. Kirishima and Bakugou decided to stay.

Throughout the night, they indulged in everything that Kaminari liked. Kaminari’s favorite teachers stayed for a little while, before saying, “We don’t care if a few of you sleep in here, but not everyone can stay. Try to get to your rooms at some point tonight.”

The class nodded eagerly and then turned their attention to trying to help Kaminari. Most of the night, while they had thought it’d be watching their classmate’s favorite movies, but it ended up very different. Everyone picked a song that reminded them of Kaminari and told their favorite story featuring Kaminari.

Some songs included Powerful by Major Lazer, Electric by Maniac Drive, DNA by BTS, Reckless by Jaxson Gamble, and Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen.

Kirishima picked Little Moments by Brad Paisley. It was a surprise to many of their classmates.

“So, Ashido, for some reason thought it was my birthday.” Kirishima started. “So, Kaminari somehow convinced Bakugou to help him distract me while she set up a surprise party. He rented a golf cart and drove us around. He ended up backing down a hill. That was so funny. It was pretty manly when he did it on purpose the second time.” A fond look came over Kirishima’s face as he recalled the experience.

“The dumbass bought baking supplies, beforehand and stashed them in a bag hooked to the back,” Bakugou grumbled.

“The milk was two days old and all the eggs cracked when he accidentally backed up into a tree or something. He started freaking out over it. He had planned to distract me by having the three of us bake a cake out in the woods as if we were camping. It was a manly idea even if it didn’t work out.”

Bakugou grunted about the impossibility of making a cake without an oven. People started to turn to Bakugou in a silent declaration that he was next. “Fuck no! I don’t have some shitty story to tell of the damn rip-off Pikachu!” Bakugou was glad when Iida drew the attention to himself by raising his arm.

Iida held the class to the teacher’s words. Bakugou stood and went to follow the class out, but was cut off from the action due to Kirishima’s hand. The hotheaded boy was dragged back down onto the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows. All of the Bakusquad stayed the night.

Put my hands up, put my hands up I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

The shadow raised it’s fists and darted forward. Kaminari raised his arms to block. He even tried to move out of the way. Black tendrils, from his subconscious, made a grab at his legs. He could almost hear the deafening doubt course through his body. Unkind words he’d heard every time he was ‘acting weird’ echoed through his mind.

The situation distracted him from the sharp quick to the ribs that he could have attempted to avoid. Fleet jabs made their way to his face and upper chest. He could feel his collarbone crunch under the pressure of the assault.

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name

The shadow winced as it took in the damage it inflicted upon it’s host. It hoped the child would forgive it later. Or, at very least understand it’s explanation. It brushed off the thoughts and readied itself to inflict more damage. It was just until the child figured it out. And this was the best way to help them anyway.

If it didn’t continue to remind the child of the words, if the child didn’t catch the meaning of the torment, then the child’s mind would be reformed into exactly what their cruel father had wanted. Normal. Evil. Someone who would betray their friends for their own benefit.

The shadow swept a roundhouse kick through the air. It caught Kaminari right in the face. The shadow briefly felt relief at the fact they were only in the mindscape. If they were in the real world the electric teenager would have a broken nose. The shadow decided it would shift. It may help the host figure out the trick to success.

I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground

“Can’t you wake up soon?” Kirishima mumbled. He curled into himself, only a hand grasping the comatose boy’s hand, was extended. Bakugou rubbed his eyes and looked over to the fake redhead. He grabbed a chair and moved it beside the other as quietly as he could.

“Shitty hair, stop that. The asshole will wake up. You even heard the old hag, he just has to get through some shit,” Bakugou whispered. The sound was still rough, but it was the most gentle Kirishima had heard in a long while. The two talked until they crashed, both cuddling into the small space at the end of Kaminari’s bed.

The two awoke to small zaps from the unconscious boy. “He is so dead when he wakes up,” the brash boy growled while Kirishima chuckled. Then they both realized just how close the two were. Blushing, they both wondered if they should move closer or if they should kiss. Neither noticed the pink girl taking pictures of them with her cell phone. They had even moved closer to Kaminari before they noticed her. Ashido let out a giggle. She saved the pictures to an online folder that even Bakugou couldn’t find. Bakugou exploded with anger, waking everyone in the room.

Even Kaminari stirred. All attention shifted to the boy. Bakugou, being one of the closest and more capable at taking temperatures than Kirishima, placed a hand on the comatose teen's forehead. “Get a damn bucket of slightly cold water and some damp washcloths, you fucking incompetents!”

The fever, while not dangerously high, did not go away completely under Bakugou’s watchful gaze.

Wanashi and Principal Nedzu walked into the room. It was seven in the morning, and they were reminded that they should go to class while the adults took a shift watching their classmate.

“Should we contact the boy’s family and see if they would like to check up on the child?” Wanashi asked.

“The boy’s father is a villain. I’m sure you already know that though. I don’t trust you and I think this is intentional. That being said, I see no reason why, with supervision, the boy’s family can’t check on the boy.”

Wanashi scowled. The principal was very intelligent, but she hadn’t thought she’d left any clues. She decided she’d continue to play innocent since the man had no proof.

It's only gonna let you down

Finally, Kaminari could tell who he was fighting. A villain who stole his face, his power. She walked toward him and he stalled. He wasn't sure how to react. She distorted. Kaminari felt his skin tingle as he felt his body shift. She looked as if she was enduring the same problem due to her stall. She was a he, now. As for Kaminari, he was a she now.

He -No, she- didn’t know how, but at the moment she couldn’t care.

Kaminari flexed her muscles. She released a little bit of static and smirked. Ya, it didn’t matter after all. She was who she was and could fight either way.

Come the lightning and the thunder You're the one who'll suffer

The shadow smirked and released it’s hold on it’s form. The color that painted it to look like Kaminari seeped downward. Kaminari readied herself to attack again. She couldn’t help but feel confused when the dark creature just smiled and sat down in the moving puddle.

The shadow reappeared in a hammock. They had once again had transported to a different place in her memories. It was an old friend’s room. Her friend, Sukuinushi Kageka, would often lend her room as a place of comfort when Kaminari was younger.

“You recognize this place, right?” the shadow asked. Kaminari started to feel tense, still, she smiled and nodded. “She was a good friend, wasn’t she? She would be glad that you accepted yourself. That’s why she gave me to you really. I’m a shadow guardian. Her quirk. You may not have seen her in years, but I don’t wear off until I’ve done what I needed to do.

It was 6:48, he was walking home With the blood on his hand from my broken nose

“I think his fever is breaking,” A soft voice said.

Kaminari blinked. She was no longer in that place. She was back in the nurse’s office. The whole class was there. That old lady was too. There was a soothing cool hand on her forehead. She glanced up to see Ashido. With how cool the hand felt, she had assumed it would be Todoroki.

“Hey, guys?” She said. For three seconds, it seemed like everything had slowed down. She could count the emotions on everyone’s faces. What stuck out most was the Bakusquad; twitch of Bakugou’s hand and twitch of his grin, the way Kirishima’s drained puppy dog eyes lite up, the bubble tears that sprung into Ashido’s eyes, and, lastly the full teeth grin and worried brow crease of Sero.

The old lady stepped up. “I’m glad you managed to accept yourself,” She said. At Bakugou’s growl, the lady took a step back. Kaminari eyed the situation slowly. All of her class was there, her teachers, Shinsou and a few other random students. She had noticed all of them at the first glance she took around the room. Then she noticed her parents and her aunt.

“Thank you, by the way, what’s your name again?” She said in the most polite voice she could.

“Oh, my dear, my name is Wanashi Kikowa, but you can call me whatever you wish to after what I made you endure,” The lady said. She looked worried but managed to keep her voice steady even under the threat of Bakugou’s ferocity.

“Hmm, It’s fine. I finally got it. I just hope everyone else accepts it easier than I did,” Kaminari said. She let out a ditzy sounding laugh and went to get up. A couple people pushed her back onto the bed lightly. She took their advice. She already felt dizzy after only that one attempt.

The class looked hesitant. Midoriya flustered and opened his mouth. She knew that he was going to ask what it was that she had to accept before she could wake. She wondered if she should tell them now or wait until her father left. “So, how much did I miss out while I was… napping?”

The student body gawked at her. She looked over to met her father’s eyes. He had a glare that almost encouraged her to mess up.

The bakusquad swarmed the ex-comatose girl. Ashido and Kirishima filled him in on the latest gossip and school drama. Sero rolled his eyes and tried to explain what they were doing in class. Bakugou scowled and hit Kaminari over the head with some rolled papers. He dropped them over her head and they floated down onto the bed sheets.

She looked down at the offending papers, then looked at him. “Are these your notes? You didn’t have to,” she said.

“Shut up, rip-off Pikachu!” All in all, the moments after waking seemed sweet and playful to her, until her father cleared his throat.

But like every other day, he was scared to go Back to his house 'cause his pops was home

The students slowly left the room. Everyone had left words of encouragement and relief for Kaminari. “Guess they don’t recognize you,” Kaminari Denki said. Her father glared at her.

“What happened? You’re my son. You should be stronger than this! Not only that, but I only sent you here under the condition you would leek information to us,” Kaminari’s father whispered. Though his voice was quiet, it still held that edge that implied any misstep would lead to his father losing control of himself.

Kaminari didn’t want that to happen, not here, and not with his mom and aunt around. They were fearful enough of him as is. She wasn’t sure if she was really afraid of the other electric person now though.

Kaminari gave a blank stare toward the man. She then turned her stare toward the other members of her family. She beckoned them to the door.

After they left, Kaminari’s father looked even more unhinged.

She bit her tongue and tried to muster some courage. Turned out, she didn’t need to. With her newfound confidence, she felt no fear as she broke the news to her father.

“Dad, I’m not a boy. Not really. I feel like I move throughout the spectrum of gender. I am genderfluid. Some days a girl, some a boy, and sometimes neither or bigender.” The villain growled.

Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles Just looking for trouble

Kaminari’s father was swift to grab her throat. The lack of oxygen made her feel as if she was drowning. That was no excuse for being helpless during an attack though. She sent her knee towards his stomach. Her touch, though electric, felt like nothing more than weak static to the elder. She started kicking more frantically. A few of those hits struck a painful place and the man dropped her and curled in on himself, his hands unconsciously clasp in a protective barrier in front of his groin.

Kaminari rubbed her throat and took a step back. She threw three balls, similar to the pointers she used to aim, around her father. She aimed some electricity at them. The little balls put up a field that was only turned on when charged. It was very resourceful for capturing targets without injuring them or leaving a chance for escape. She remembered when she had accidentally charged them around herself and she had to wait for the current to die down for her to leave. It was a long, boring day compared to the second time she used these new trinkets. After the last device the Support Class had created for her, she gladly went back and asked them to make more ideas for her.

They expected the class to get fed up with them at some point. They got along with almost everybody there, though. Some of the young inventors would even ask them to come over and sometimes test the technology to see how well it would work. They figured the class was really just happy that they had caught an idiot who would gladly test supplies for others. They felt relief that they had never fallen into their father’s lap. They now knew too much of the next generation of heroes and support workers alike. Their father would be way too powerful with that kind of information at hand.

“Father, why can’t you accept me. Our entire family is afraid of you and your responses to what you deem as wrong. This is way more accepted in this generation, than in yours, but still, you should at least be happy, maybe proud, and respect how I live my life.”

“Why on earth would I ever be proud of you? You are so stupid you think you’re not a boy and you can’t even spy on these so-called-heroes. You’re worthless to me,” The elder man spat. His struggles to get out of the trap were futile.

Well, there's no excuse for the things he did But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with

Wanashi walked into the room, with her saddened family behind the hag. “Let your father go child. It will not end well if you disobey me,” she said. Her hand latched onto the arm of Kaminari’s aunt.

“Wanashi, that is impossible. He won’t be free until the capsules run out of charge. It was something that the support course came up with. I don’t know how to turn it off.” The women clicked her tongue in an annoyed fashion that spurred Kaminari’s mind to the newest Robin in the DC Batman comics. She hadn’t read them in years, but she could still see the eerie similarity.

The woman pulled a small device out of her ear and crunched it underneath her heel.

Kaminari scowled and tried to look tough, but she couldn’t help the widening of her eyes or the unconscious curl inward that her body exhibited. This was the second time she had seen the shadow-like-man who could transform his body into a portal. She wondered why he would come to get the old lady and Kaminari’s own father when the electronic was destroyed.

She knew her father was capable of destroying it without even trying or noticing. She knew that couldn’t have been a sign. Still, the frequency meant the shadow man had heard all the conversation.

Kaminari was glad that the man had just decided to abduct the villains instead of attack though. She knew she couldn’t fend them off without her aunt and mother getting hurt.

Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid And I hope one day that he'll say to him

She turned her attention to the two other women left in the room. They held each other as if it would calm the shaking that was starting to settle in their forms. “Oh Denki, how do you stand all this violence? I thought it was bad enough that it was violent at home, but now this? Is it always like this?” Her mother asked before hugging her child. She looked like she would start to cradle and rock the teenager.

Kaminari sniggered. “It’s fine mom. It’s not always like this at all,” She said. She wanted to add that it was something that happened every once in a while but felt as if that would make her mother abandon her newfound relief. She also feared being pulled out of school. She wanted to be a hero with all her heart. She wanted to help kids who didn’t think they would ever be able to use their quirks properly. Kids who wanted to help but always thought that their quirk wasn’t good enough, whether it be because of the side-effects or words that other children had said about them. Kaminari had experienced both. She knew if she could do it, so could they. She hoped this wasn’t enough to make her mother pull her out of school.

“Mom? Will you finally leave him? I know he hurts you too.” Kaminari pulled her head from her mother’s embrace to see her face. With a brilliant smile and glistening eyes, she bent forward to kiss her daughters forehead.

“I can try, my daughter. But I can’t make that a promise,” Kaminari nodded. After processing the words, she smiled. She was so happy that her mother called her daughter instead of a son. She didn’t even question how her mother knew. She had always chalked it up to being a mother thing.

She wondered if one day she would have the mother thing.

"Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle In this broken bubble"

Kaminari spent that night in their room. She had spent a good hour answering her mother’s and aunt’s questions about being genderfluid. Still, they felt very exhausted after the whole ordeal. They had asked their mother and aunt to confide in the school about the abuse and villianry that Kaminari’s father was almost always up to.

They wondered briefly if they should let their family go home, but knew that it would be best to let the teachers decide about whether it was or was not too dangerous to return to the tiny home in the Saitama prefecture. They also knew that if the two didn’t feel safe, they would find a way.

It wouldn’t be the first time their mother had swept into the house and taken anyone inside to a hotel or friend’s house when it just wasn’t safe to be home.

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name

Kaminari decided that using ‘they’ could be confusing for when they were in this mood. Looking up more pronouns they decided they’d go with xe. Xe sounded right, though xe knew it could be confusing. Xe hoped xyr other friends would be accepting. Kaminari couldn’t help but feeling that anxious feeling that reminded xem that they may not accept. Xe took a second to sit and calm xyr thoughts before going to find xyr most trusted friends.

Xe explained the situation, and grinned when xe heard Bakugou’s outraged voice say, “That’s it? You damn ripoff-Pikachu! Don’t fucking disturb my sleep for something even you should know the answer to! If anyone gives you trouble for this shit, I’ll kill them!” Still, at the volume and anger in the always-angry-blond, Kaminari flinched. Xe honestly thought that the impetuous boy would be disgusted or just angry. The rest of xyr close friends also spouted that they cared about xem for xemself. A grin eased itself on xyr face and xe pounced to hug the bakusquad.

“So, what pronouns are you using at the moment?” Sero asked

“I think, at the moment at least,” Kaminari said, seeming meek. Xe stopped for a short while, fearing their reactions until he was shouted at by an impatient Bakugou being subdued by Kirishima. “Right! Sorry! I’d like to go by xe/xem pronouns right now!”

I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground

Kirishima looked over to the electric blond and grinned. “Kami-bro!” He cried. Kaminari instantly looked over with a grin. “Does this mean I can’t call you Kami-bro anymore?” Kaminari giggled at the almost pitiful face Kirishima pulled. It was so exaggerated it broke the tensing mood back into the normal happy-go-lucky mood that the group would usually enjoy.

“Well duh. That’s just how you are. You aren’t going to offend me by a nickname that has never bothered me before. Being genderfluid won’t change that. I mean, yeah dysphoria sucks, but there are a lot of times when it’s lessened. I’m also just a really go-with-the-flow kind of person,” Kamiari said. Xe was still giggling at xyr red-headed companion. After the tension had eased, the group shared stories of what happened.

Kaminari found the most amusement in being caught up on who Bakugou has had the most scream matches with while xe was out and with Mina’s picture of Bakugou and Kirishima’s almost kiss. They all talked for hours, even with Bakugou’s explosions bringing the teacher’s attention on them. They were scolded and told to go to bed. After that, they did the only thing natural for a teenager to do. They ignored their teachers and had a sleepover in the dorm’s living room. No one went to bed until 5 in the morning and no one woke them up for school the next day.

The teachers decided that it should be considered that they had been worried sick over Kaminari and deserved the day to spend time with the ex-coma patient.

It's only gonna let you down Come the lightning and the thunder

After all the classes had ended, Kaminari told the bakusquad that xe wanted to come out to their class and teachers. Xe was getting annoyed with the repetitiveness of having to explain so many times. “That’s so manly,” and “We’re proud of you, dude,” rang in xyr head. Xe couldn’t stop the nervousness but was happy that xyr friend’s had xyr back.

“I have something to say,” Kaminari said while standing on the coffee table in their dorm. The rash action called the attention or every class member, and the few teachers and other students who had decided to check on the impulsive child. “I think I’m genderfluid. Sometimes I feel like a girl and sometimes I feel like a boy. Sometimes I don’t feel like either. I think it was because I was denying that myself. I think that’s why the woman was able to put me in that coma.” After a few moments of silence, Kaminari climbed down from the table with slumped shoulders. Xe wasn’t sure if xe felt disappointed by the lack of response.

Finally, a response came. A cruel and offensive was uttered by Mineta. It was like a backstab to the gut even though xe felt it coming. Xe didn’t expect the backlash the boy would get, though. All the class had stepped up to defend Xem. The principal sent him away to atone for his cruel response. The boy was also warned that if he did anything to offend or hurt another student or person on the school premises, he would be taken out of Class 1-A.

Kaminari secretly hoped that when, there was no if, at this point, Mineta was booted out, Shisou would take the vulgar boy’s place. Xe was pretty sure most of the class also wanted the purple-haired boy to join the class.

Not even an hour after the boy was out of site, Bakugou had terrorized the bigot to the point Mineta never said anything bad about Kaminari again.

You're the one who'll suffer, suffer

Name Meanings:

Wanashi Kikowa 罠 (Wana) trap 四 (Shi) four 記怖 (Kikowa) Memorial 記 (Ki) Record 怖 (Kowa) Fear

Kageka- 影華-meaning shadow flower/ shadow splendor 救主- Sukuinushi- Savior (I was lazy on Sukuinshi-Chan's name. Sorry.)

This is a story I wrote a while ago, but I’m not too great at keeping things in synch, so the picture that goes with it is late. REALLY LATE. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you enjoy it. I decided It would be best to just put both the chapters together since it’s easier to cross post like that, sorry?

-Myukamo Kunazu

#bakusquad #Kaminari Denki #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #sero hanta #kirishima eijirou #Song fic #fanfiction #Kaminari Denki - Centric #angst #bnha #Fanart #my ocs #Genderfluid character #self acceptance #comatose character

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