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It was a peaceful morning for Denki -well, mostly because he knew he didn’t have to get ready for school, with the holidays and all taking place. Even better was that class prez wasn’t staying in the dorms, which meant Denki wouldn’t hear anything about “Looking presentable because its respect-“ or any of that stuff.
So, with all that in mind, he went into the elevator, taking it down to the ground floor and stepping into the hallway towards the kitchen. And just as he entered -stretching his arms while a yawn escaped him- he stumbled upon Midoriya.
It came as a shock at first, cause what the hell was he doin at the dorms? Denki thought everyone except him left. Which, well, was apparently not true. So shrugging to himself, he neared the other, who was humming to himself -probably to the tune that was playing in the headphones he had on. Midoriya did all that while cooking something and yep, looking around him, it seemed as if was just rice and curry.
Before Denki caught his attention however, he noticed Midoriya’s notebook on the kitchen counter, the one called hero something something future something number sixteen, the notebook he always carried alongside him, not once having left his side.
And to be honest? Denki was curious as hell. Like, sorry not sorry, he was how precious it was to his classmate, but that made it all more intriguing. And because of the person Denki has risen to be, he took advantage of Midoriya’s distractedness and sat on the stool a little away from Midoriya, quickly sliding the notebook to himself so he could read without anything being amiss.
The notebook was already opened to a page, with big letters above an image of said hero ‘LUCK’ -a hero even the blond knows. Hell, it would be embarrassing if Denki, who has an electricity quirk, wouldn’t know of the electricity hero. The man was basically hid idol, even if he was all crazy.
Actually, thinking about it, Luck was to Denki like Red Riot was to Kirishima, or All Might was to Midoriya and Kacchan. Ha, that’s awesome.
But, moving on, he started reading, eyes skimming over all the information on the two pages. Quickly his eyes widened, shock simmering at what was written about the hero, what was blatantly laid out for everyone to grab (he ignored the fact that the boy always carried the book on himself, not having lost it once). It was all just in this simple notebook, weaknesses, personal data no one should know, all that stacked in this cheap one-hundred-yen store notebook?!
What the hell-
His breath caught when he noticed an arrow on the lower corner of the second page, indicating the turn to read more.
There-
There was more?!
The only thing he caught on the third page was the fighting style -or something like that- before it was snatched from his sight, instantly retreating to Midoriya, who closely held it to his chest as if Denki would destroy it.
Wait…
Oh fuck, Midoriya noticed him! “Shit, sorry man, I really didn’t mean to snoop,” he said, voice humorous as he tried to keep the tension low -which… wasn’t really working, “I was curious.” Denki cringed internally as he looked up at Midoriya, who was on the other side of the kitchen island, suspicious eyes turned towards the blond.
Slowly, the green haired teen retreated one hand from the book, using it to slide off his headphones and put them on the counter, “W-what are you doing here?” he asked, stutter present like always. However, in contrast to all the other times they interacted, Midoriya wasn’t all sunshine and flowers… daisies? However that saying goes- Midoriya looked really suspicious, hurt even.
But that just wouldn’t do; Denki didn’t want for them to be awkward around each other while they both stayed for the holidays. So, to brighten the mood, he ignored what just happened, instead putting on a smirk and leaning towards the other, “I’m living here, of course. Sorry for that-“ he motioned to the notebook still held tightly by Midoriya, “I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries. But, uh, it was really cool?” Well, more like hella freakish with how much info was in there, “Yeah! It was totally awesome! I love luck, ya know?”
It took Midoriya a few seconds to even shift from the spot, but when he finally did -hand easing away from the notebook, finally putting it on the counter again, expression easing up- the atmosphere lightened, just like Denki wanted!
“Uh, sorry for that -I just didn’t know that someone else would be staying at the dorms.”
Well, Denki had thought the exact same just a few minutes ago, “Nah, don’t worry yerself over it,” he put a hand on his neck and continued, “I actually thought the same.” The convo seemed to go quiet from there, the light atmosphere he worked so hard for turning into an awkward one. Damnit. Welp, at least Midoriya didn’t feel threatened(?) by him anymore.
“So…” he drawled out, “Whatcha making there?” he motioned to the stove, head turning a bit at the delicious smell that was bubbling off.
There was lots of skittishness and spluttering from Midoriya, nonetheless he got an answer, “Curry and rice,” so his speculation earlier was right. Heh. “Sorry, uhm, I only made enough for one person….” Welp, Denki would’ve too if he thought he was alone. So he quickly reassured the other that all was fine, walking around the kitchen island and to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder before quickly retracking it after the other boy squirmed under his touch.
“So,” Denki started, trying to distract them from that award moment just now as he sat on the next closest stool, “That notebook of yours, it’s pretty freaking cool. Have ya shown it to anyone?” that was the right thing to say, Denki thought, as Midoriya got flustered and tried to hide his face behind his hands. Brushing off his talent as if someone that got their hands on it couldn’t blackmail the person.
A few seconds later, he calmed down from his embarrassment, moving towards the stove as he answered, “No, uh, my old classmates -they told me…” and the rest was whispered too quiet to be deciphered. So he politely asked Midoriya to repeat himself before he could completely close himself off “I said that they- uhm, they told me that I’m creepy and a stalker…”
What.
Silence pursued for a few seconds after his words, Denki just having no fucking clue how to answer that. However, it seemed that the silence was too much for Midoriya, who apparently mistook it for something else and started talking again, “I- they’re right, I know that. Of course I know that, they kept -they kept repeating it every day, how couldn’t I?”
What the actual hell. Who the fuck would do that? Like, Denki knew that bullying existed (is this bullying?) but that it happened to his own classmates? To the most heroic one of them? Sure, theres not picked victims, hell, he saw Bakugou yell at Midoriya yesterda-
Wait, wasn’t Bakugou one of Midoriya’s old classmates…? But, quickly, before Midoriya could start doubting himself, Denki started talking, “I wouldn’t say creepy,” he glanced at the way Midoirya went to stir the curry, thinking of a word to replace it with, “Its more of a talent, you know? I one hundred percent know that I wouldn’t be able to do that, so, take it as it is!” he said the last words with such enthusiasm, hoping to affect Midoriya right with it, so they could forget about this thing for a while.
(But no way would Denki not be bringing it up later, no way in hell would he forget…)
"I-" Midoriya looked down, and Denki thinks that for the first time ever, he’s seen Midoriya’s real, genuine smile, "Thank you, Kaminari."
Oh- oh wow. What is this? His heart beating up and stuff, breath becoming stiff- are these- are these called feeling? Well, Midoriya is kind of cute-
The beeping from the rice cooker interrupted their shoujo moment.
Damnit.
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After Midoriya plated the food, he offered to make the pizza that they still had in the freezer, so they both could share and eat together. Denki easily agreed, slipping of the stool as he got the pizza out. Mext he went to put on the oven… only to miserably fail with these high tech top of the line ovens.
Damn, okay, it might be embarrassing, however, Denki asked Midoriya for help.
.
.
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“Oh, sorry, I have no idea either -my family was never really in the rich area, so all these high tech things are not for me,” Aw, “But we could ask someone from Class B? I’m sure some of them stayed..”
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And that’s how they ended up in the class B dorms, with Monoma spouting some bullshit about how “Class A righteously needs help from Class B! Always knew you losers were the dumbest people on planet earth-“
“Please just help us with he oven, man, we just wanna eat. Or, like, give us the name of the company -we couldn’t find it.”
“Pfft- the oven? You are more stupid than I thought!” Denki rolled his eyes as Monoma continued, praying to whatever god may be out there that someone would call him and get him out of this situation, just like someone called Midoriya a minute ago and he hadn’t had to listen whatever bullshit Monoma was spouting here.
Ugh.
The blond glanced towards the couch, where the purple headed dude from the sports festival was lying, a controller in his hands as he played something on the best fucking console of the year that Yuuei provided. With the best games Denki had ever the chance to play.
Ah, what Denki would do to go back to their dorm and start playing, maybe even with Midoriya, if the guy even played on the console. He didn’t really seem like the type tho…
Oh well, “Dude, calm down, it was never that serious-“
He got interrupted with an “Oh no..!” from Midoriya, who looked at his phone with desperate need. The attention from all three boys went to him, who now looked back at them, brows furrowed before he talked again, “Can one of you maybe -uh, maybe lend me your phone? My- mine just died and I need to talk with mom.”
Instantly three hands were stretched out, “Here-“ “You can have mine-“ “Sure-“ All three of them looked at each other, before Monoma gave up first, grumbling something before going to the oven(hopefully?). Shinsou didn’t let up that easy, although when he heard some shooting from the TV he also retracked his phone, leaving Midoriya to take Denki’s (yes!!).
Their fingers brushed when Denki handed over his phone, and embarrassingly the blond got a bit red at that. Sue him! He just found out he maybe had a mini crush on his classmate!
Whatever.
Because he didn’t want to invade Midoriya’s privacy, he went to the kitchen, trying to figure out something with Monoma’s… help, if he really would help, that is. Although, they got interrupted not even five minutes later, when Shinsou walked up to them, a frown on his face as he explained, “Uh, guys, I think you want to come back. There- I’m not sure but I think something happened with the guy’s mother.”
Denki’s brows furrowed in worry as he listened to the other, he stood alongside Monoma from where they were just crouching before the oven. They proceeded to walk over to where Midoriya stood frozen, staring at his phone with wide eyes, tears gathering at the corners.
When the teen heard them come, he turned to the opposite side, brining a hand up to his face to wipe his tears. W-what happened? Denki’s heart stuttered at the sight, especially when Midoriya turned back around, eyes red and plum lips twitching, while those curly green locks framed his face.
The blond basically teleported to his side, putting a hand around his shoulders as he spoke in a quiet calm voice, “Hey, Midoriya, everything okay? What happened?” after his word, he felt Midoriya’s shoulder shake, and when he looked up at his face, he noticed new tears falling, “Oh- um, lets- lets sit down, okay? Yeah, lets do that.” He then led them to the couch, ignoring the sounds coming from the TV.
“Yo-“ all attention went to Monoma, who looked slightly uncomfortable, “Should I get your teacher? Or- I don’t know? Recovery girl…?” Denki looked back at Midoriya, who thought about it for a bit before muttering something about waiting for a minute before he goes. Then the guy turned on Denki’s phone again, dialing some other number that wasn’t in his history.
Completely surprising was when the other side picked up, and Midoriya greeted them with a- “Dad?” Dad? As in father? Huh. Denki remembers Bakugou mentioning something about his uncle and how he left when he was still a child. Isn’t the uncle Midoriya’s dad? It would make sense, Bakugou has called Midoriya’s mom ‘Auntie’ before, so it wouldn’t be a wonder if he did the same with the other.
“Its- its mom, she- she left” Midoriya suddenly burst into tears, nose and cheeks also having turned red, “Auntie said something about- I don’t know. I think it was me being too -too much? My quirk and- and I even said that I could give it back, that- that I don’t need it and can give it back-“
Midoriya’s mother did what-?!