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You came to work in a good mood the next day, your head filled with the titillating events of last night’s dream. More specifically, the kiss between you and Kaminari. You let out a sigh. The way he spoke to you, held you, and that dip- you had to keep yourself from swooning right there on set. That was the first time you’d ever dreamt of him so vividly (believe it or not). Well, people say dreams have meaning, right? Maybe today was your lucky day…
After getting settled, you quickly found your place in the organized chaos that was The Singer in Disguise , busying yourself with talking to the main cast about the day’s film schedule. The morning flew by in a blur of familiar faces and repetitive conversations, and before you knew it, it was your favorite time of day. With your script in hand, you began your journey to the judge’s table, eyes eagerly searching for a certain golden blond.
It seems he was searching for you too, because his eyes found yours almost instantly. You jumped a little, startled by the sudden eye contact, then tried to play it off with a short wave. Kaminari dazzled you with a wide grin, and you returned it, shyly. What a blessing to be on the receiving end of a smile like that. You quickened your pace so you could get to him faster.
“How’d you do that, Y/n? I was just thinking about you, and there you were!” Kaminari said when you finally reached him. He’d been sitting at the table before, but stood up when he saw you.
“Oh, you were?” you asked, your voice coming out more breathy than intended.
“Yeah, my mic fell off and I can’t fix it. Mind helping me out, beautiful?” he asked with a slight smile, holding the small body mic out to you. Kaminari really needs to stop talking to you like that, you’ll get the wrong idea. Your fingertips brushed his as he handed you the mic, and you briefly wondered if the little jolt of electricity you felt was you or his quirk. You set your script on the table and moved closer to him, holding the mic up to his shirt.
“Glad it happened now instead of the middle of the show,” you mumbled, hoping a little small talk would distract from your shaking hands. You were trying your best not to think of dream Kaminari while being so close to the real thing, but your efforts were backfiring. Being near him like this made your heart ache with adoration, and you were finding it increasingly hard to remain professional. You fumbled with the mic, almost dropping it a couple times as you tried to clip it to his shirt. If Kaminari noticed your weird behavior, he didn’t comment.
“You know, that happened to me once,” he remarked, peeking at you while you worked. “During a game show. Everytime it was my turn to answer, the mic would cut out. It was super annoying.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Sounds a lil’ sus to me. You sure they weren’t trying to sabotage you?” you asked with a grin. You were nearly done...until Kaminari moved suddenly and the mic dropped again.
“Exactly! It was totally a conspiracy, Y/n, they had it out for me from the beginning! I actually ended up losing, too,” he said, furrowing his brows in a slight pout. You briefly glanced up at him and giggled.
“Aw, don’t be too upset. They had to cheat because they were no match for you,” you said with a fond smile. Kaminari on a game show was probably as hilarious as it sounded.
He huffed a laugh. “Nah, they were probably just tired of all my dumb answers. I bet a few people here wish they could turn off my mic, too,” Kaminari said, with a pointed look in a direction you couldn’t see (unfortunately, because you wanted the tea).
“Don’t say that, I think you’re great on the show,” you said, your eyes flickering up to meet his amber ones. You leaned in closer, as if telling a secret. “A certain director would even say you’re carrying the season,” you half-whispered, a playful twinkle in your eye.
Kaminari eyes widened at this, before his lips eased into a smirk that you swore had a voltage of its own. “Would that director happen to be you? ‘Cause I wasn’t exactly Taji’s first choice, if I remember right,” he said, his voice a pitch too low to be considered work appropriate. Today was your lucky day, indeed.
“Maybe,” you replied with a demure smile, a little flustered by his tone. “You didn’t hear it from me, though,” you added quietly. The conversation lulled as you finally finished fixing the mic, but you didn’t mind it, feeling giddy after all the recent flirtation.
“Ok, all done!” you said. You patted his chest with a satisfied smile, admiring your handiwork- patted his chest? You froze in horror when you realized what you were doing and snatched your hand back to your own chest. Caressing a Pro-Hero ? You’d really lost it, and now Kaminari was going to file a complaint against you for sexual harassment and you’d lose your job-
He let out a chuckle, smoothing a hand over the spot you just touched. “Copping a feel, Y/n?” he asked in amusement.
Your head shot up at this. “No! I was, I was- I don’t know what I was doing. I’m so sorry-”
Kaminari held up his hands to calm you down, he didn’t look at all offended. “I’ll let it slide this once, since you’re so sweet, but next time you at least have to buy me lunch!” he said with his usual grin.
“A-Alright,” was all you managed to stutter out before clumsily apologizing again and dismissing yourself, saying you needed to talk to the other judges. You shook your head at yourself as you turned away. Way to go, Y/n.
It was finally time to go live. You were standing just off set as the lights lowered and the stage lit up in a captivating array of neon blues and purples.
Watching the performances was your favorite part of the job. You got to see your vision come to life on stage, and it renewed your love for show business every time. You hummed and swayed your hips to each song, grinning and clapping along with the audience as if you hadn’t already seen each one multiple times at rehearsal.
It always impressed you how the artists managed to move so well in their bulky costumes, easing through their dance routines as if they weren’t wearing the heavy suits at all. Even through the suits you could see the joy in their movements; you could only imagine how much fun they were having. You loved to dance, and you could even carry a tune, but you never did look very light on your feet. The casting directors you’d auditioned for in the past also seemed to share the same opinion.
So, you did the next best thing. You helped create shows all about the industry you wanted to join so badly. Maybe you weren’t a performer like the ones on stage, but in a roundabout way, you were still living your dream.
Not to mention the amazing people you’d met along the way. Your eyes drifted to the judge’s table and you couldn’t help but smile. Kaminari was a natural on tv, always making the audience laugh with corny one-liners and outlandish guesses. You weren’t sure how, but he even managed to balance out Miyaki’s snarky attitude. That was one of things you really liked about him, his effortless charisma. You watched him with a tight chest, heart filled to the brim with affection.
Perhaps Kaminari could feel all the love directed his way, because his gaze briefly drifted from the stage, somehow finding your hiding spot across the room. He winked at you in the short moment your eyes met, before looking away as if nothing happened. Oh, he had to be doing it on purpose at this point. You felt your face grow hot under your fingertips as you held your cheek, and wondered if that deep rumbling you heard was the blood rushing to your ears.
But the sound grew louder and louder, until it crescendoed into an explosion that blew through one of the studio walls.
You stood shakily to your feet, rubble pressing into your palms as you pushed yourself upright. The studio had erupted in chaos, audience and crew members screaming as they rushed toward the emergency exits hidden backstage. It didn’t take you long to realize what they were running from. You heard his booming laughter before you saw him. Out of the smoke and debris of the former auditorium stepped the largest man you’d ever seen.
He came rushing in, chest heaving as he wielded a massive steel hammer, swinging at anyone that was too slow to get away. Every time his weapon hit the ground, it sent rumbling shockwaves through the floor, just like the ones you heard moments before.
“Where is she?” he bellowed, wild eyes searching for someone in particular. When he didn’t see ‘her’, he slammed his hammer on the ground in frustration, cracking the ground around him.
“Everyone backstage now, hurry!” Kaminari yelled nearby. You didn’t realize you were standing still until you saw him frantically helping people onto the stage. He looked conflicted, eyes darting from the villain to the rest of the room, nervously clenching his hands. Why didn’t he just use his quirk? Then it dawned on you as you ran toward the stage. Without his enhancement tools, he’d risk electrocuting everyone in the room.
Just as you climbed onto the platform, a sudden boom made you lose your footing, and you stumbled to the ground. You looked behind you and gasped when you saw the villain striding straight toward the stage.
“There you are, Miyaki! You can’t hide from me!” he said with a menacing grin, his eyes fixed on the judge’s table. He was after Miyaki? You followed his gaze, your eyes eventually landing on a terrified Mika. She sat cowering in front of the table with her arms wrapped around herself, her bright pink hair standing out amidst the crumbled debris surrounding her.
You watched Kaminari tell her to run away, but the woman didn’t even lift her head from her knees. How could she still be so difficult at a time like this? You had already pushed yourself onto the stage, and didn’t hesitate to run toward Miyaki. As much as you didn’t like her, even she didn’t deserve to go out at the hands of this overgrown psychopath.
“Get up!” you yelled when you reached her, tugging on one of the arms covering her knees. She let out a frightened yelp, pulling her arm out of your grasp.
“Let me go, I’ll crack!” she yelled, now clutching at her hair in distress. You could see her face, splotchy red and streaked with eyeliner-stained tears; she looked hysterical.
“Ms. Yakimono, we have to go or he’ll kill us!” you urged, balling your fists against your legs as you leaned down to talk to her.
“If I crack I’ll die!” she sobbed.
“Ms. Yakimono, please,” you begged, tugging her arm only for her to violently twist out of your grip. At the sound of heavy footsteps behind you, you whirled around and took in a breath. It was too late. The villain had already reached you, hammer raised mid-swing.
You brace yourself for the final blow, when you’re suddenly shoved to the side. You fall to the ground, but quickly twist around to see who it was.
Kaminari- no, Pro-Hero Chargebolt- had come to your rescue. He gripped the hammer, holding it above his head with all his might. He strained against the villain’s abnormal strength, his arm trembling the more the villain pushed down. It was clear who had the upper hand, and you watched in fear as Kaminari grew more overwhelmed by the second. It looked like he wouldn’t last much longer when suddenly, your hero seemed to have an idea, his golden eyes widening with a realization. He regarded the villain with a shaky smirk.
“M-maybe you can beat me at an arm wrestle,” he breathed, “but nobody can withstand 2 million volts!” His body sparked with electricity as he channeled it all through the metal hammer he and the villain held in a shared grip. A staticy pop filled the air and the room flashed with light as the villain convulsed, limply collapsing once Kaminari finished his attack. Smoke wafted from his large body as he twitched in a heap on the ground, his hammer lying on top of him. Kaminari immediately turned to you, offering his hand.
“Thank you- oop!” As you tried to stand, you slipped on a piece of rubble. Your savior instantly threw an arm around your waist, leaning over you to keep you from falling. Kaminari stared down at you with wild eyes, his breath coming out in short puffs after the difficult fight he just had.
“Falling for me, Y/n?” he asked with a breathy laugh. Before you could answer, Kaminari gets this dopey expression on his face and his grip loosens on your waist. You both fall to the ground, your back landing hard on the broken stage while Kaminari collapses onto your plush chest. But you didn’t mind, as you gazed directly into one of the mounted cameras that had somehow survived all the commotion.
Your favorite Pro-Hero had saved you, in front of all of Musutafu.