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“Kaminari Denki! If you don’t hurry up right now I’ll be kicking this door down!”
Kaminari Denki glared at his door as he finished tying tie. It was another uneventful day at UA and he was staring at one of his soulmate marks on his body.
He was one of the many few that had more than one. Usually, someone could have two but he had five. The tattoos were scattered around his body so he had to extra careful to hide most of them. One right behind his left ear that was a lightning bolt. Another on his left ankle of a flame and his right ankle had a little explosion.
The other two were the ones that confused him the most. A ribbon that covered his entire right wrist and a his left wrist had ended up being just a scab. As if he was scratched there with a knife one knight. The first one to ever appear was the one behind his ear. It took him forever to find it. He had feared he wasn’t going to get a soulmate.
Now, he wished he only had one. Hopefully, he thought to himself, they were cute chicks. Denki’s mouth watered at being shared between a group of girls. A dream come true in his mind. Denki grabbed a wrap of bandages and overhead his wrists. The only one he didn’t worry about hiding was the one behind his ear.
It was hard to find as his hair covered it so he hardly worried about it.
Now, finding your soulmate isn’t easy. Even if you talk to them, you won’t know unless you show them your soulmate tattoo. His parents were friends for ten years before they find out they were soulmates. His siblings always laughed about whenever it was brought up.
“Denki! Come on, we don’t have all day!” Ashido Mina screamed as she banged on the door. She and Kyouka were the only ones who knew about his soulmate marks. It was total accident but it was great that they didn’t try to tell anyone else.
Momo and Ochaco had a generally idea that he might have more than one soulmate but they didn’t know about the five. Denki slipped on his shoes and walked outside, making sure to grab his bag.
“Ready?”
“Always have been, slowpoke. Let’s go!” Mina yelled, grabbing his hand and dragging him to class. Denki made sure to keep you, covering the back of his ear just in case his hair flew up from running so fast.
They made it to class just on time. Aizawa was late this time. Denki sat down at his desk and ignored Mineta talking about Momo’s breasts. It was stupid since Kyouka was her soulmate. They both knew and were trying to get into dating. Momo was a bit worried on her grades so things went slow with them.
“Hey, Kaminari, you sure you don’t want to tell me who your soulmate is?” Mineta asked, grinning devilishly. He reached over to pull at his bandages only to get pushed away.
“Stop it, Mineta. I don’t feel like showing it,” Denki muttered, turning his attention over to something else. Mineta pouted and didn’t take no for an answer. He grabbed at his right wrists’ bandages and pulled at it. Denki’s eyes widen and quickly covered it.
Mineta rolled his eyes and pulled at the other one around his left wrist. Denki was too busy hiding his right wrist that he didn’t notice his left bandages were being torn off. He couldn’t himself as he screamed at Mineta to stop. Everyone knew that Denki wasn’t good at controlling his quirk. However, they didn’t know that it could also waver on his emotions.
At this moment in time, Denki wished his stopped himself before accidentally electrocuting himself and Mineta. Surprisingly, Iida, who wasn’t too far away from them, didn’t get electrocuted. Mineta fell to ground and shook, muttering I’m about boobs.
Denki fell off his chair, “wheyyyy,” he whispered. Three of his soulmate tattoos were now able to be seen. The two on both of his wrists and now the one behind his ear. When he had fallen on the ground, his hair had stood upwards.
A few whispers let out of the classroom as Mina ran over to him. “It’s just regular tattoos, guys! Jirou, help!” She yelled, covering his soulmate marks. Kyouka ran over and helped her pick him by his feet, dragging him to the infirmary.
After a short conversation, Iida had dragged Mineta to the infirmary. Inside, Recovery Girl had put Denki to sleep. She motioned for Iida to rest Mineta on one of the beds.
“What happened?”
“Mineta was trying to see Denki’s soulmate mark. However, we only saw regular tattoos,” Iida answered for the two girls. Mina and Kyouka sighed in relief that Iida didn’t try to see if they were lying.
Recovery Girl hummed. “Well, get back to class. They’ll be fine in a few minutes or so.”
The three students nodded and walked out of the infirmary. Iida stopped the girls before they went inside the classroom.
“Are you sure those are regular tattoos? They looked to be soulmate marks to me,” Iida said, eyeing the girls.
Mina bit her lip. “Can you keep a secret? Don’t tell anyone, even if you know who his soulmates might be?”
“Soulmates plural?”
Kyouka nodded. “He has five. He isn’t proud of it but he tries to think of it as him being able to have more than one girlfriend.”
Iida hummed. He stared at them while thinking about something.
“Can his other soulmates have the same tattoo as his? Like they also have five?” Kyouka asked.
Iida raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure. It could be that way or Denki’s soulmates only have his tattoo. However, if it’s the latter, they’ll be a bit competitive between them.”
“Like alpha wolves fighting for their omega?” Mina giggled, joking.
“Possibly.”
Mina and Kyouka eyed each other but kept quiet. The three went to class, telling Aizawa why Denki and Mineta were in the infirmary.
Class went on normally as Denki and Mineta returned. Denki’s wrists were covered with a new bandage and Mineta had an apologetic look on his face. It was the first anyone in class had seen Denki fuming with rage. Denki ignored Sero and Kirishima, sitting down in his chair when Aizawa continued to teach.
During lunch, Denki was the first to leave the room. Ochaco and Tsuyu were right behind him, trying to catch his attention. Denki had finally slowed down once they were outside the school building.
“Is there something you need?”
“Are you angry about what happened with Mineta? Usually, people aren’t that protective of their soulmate mark. You do want to find your soulmate, right?” Ochaco asked.
Denki frowned and hugged himself. “Yeah. I really do want to find them. But I’m worried about who they’ll be.”
“Why, kero?” Tsuyu asked, placing her hand on his back. Denki eyed her and sighed.
“Not sure. It’s a secret. Tell Aizawa I don’t feel well. I’m going to go back to my room,” Denki forced a small smile for them as he walked to his room.
Ochaco frowned. “I hope he’ll feel better. Izuku might have trouble with him.”
Tsuyu tilted her head. “Why would be have trouble?”
Ochaco blushed and began to come up with multiple excuses. Tsuyu simply stared at her and shook her head. This girl was crazy.
Denki had changed into a white large sweater that easily covered his wrists. He pulled on some random tights, whining when they had trouble getting on.
He laid down on his bed and had a talk with his mom on the phone for at least two hours. Class had ended and everyone was heading to dinner but Denki ignored it. He would eat later.
Seeing Mineta was not something he wanted to go through. Tomorrow was Saturday so at least he had the weekend to forgive the little pervert. Denki groaned and stretched his arms as a knock on the door startled him.
“Kaminari?” Midoriya asked.
Denki raised an eyebrow and sat up. He wasn’t particularly close to Midoriya but he would still count him as a friend. Denki eyed his tights. He would usually only wear them around the house as they outlined everything down there.
That including his ass and dick. Denki never wore boxers with tights, mainly tight underwear that could easily help him slip on tights. Today, he wore none. He would soon regret said idea.
Pulling down his large sweater to cover his dick and ass, he opened the door. Midoriya stood there with a movie CD in his trembling hands. He froze, staring at Denki for a moment. Denki raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boy in front of him. They were around the same height, Midoriya towering over him by a very small inch.
“Sorry but you looked angry today in class and I wanted to see if you, uh, wanted to hang out...?” Midoriya held up the CD, handing it over to Denki. Denki took it and stared at it.
“Sure, man. Come inside,” Denki stepped aside for Midoriya to come inside. Midoriya hummed and walked inside, glancing around his room. Denki turned his tv on and used his CD player to play the movie. It was a horror movie from America. Denki rolled his eyes. He doubted this would scare him.
He turned off the lights and sat down on his bed. Midoriya sat down on the floor near his bed, flinching when Denki tapped his shoulder.
“Why are you on the floor? Come on, there’s room on the bed.” Denki grinned as Midoriya sheepishly got up and sat a good five feet away from him. Denki pouted but didn’t do anything to stop him. If he was uncomfortable, he wouldn’t force him.
Throughout the movie, Denki had inched closer to Midoriya during each jump scare. Midoriya noticed but always kept looking at Denki’s neck. Close to the end of the movie, Denki jumped onto Midoriya’s lap at the sudden jump scare of the killer still being alive.
Midoriya blushed and fell off the bed at the sudden body being swung towards him. The two fell down on the ground. Denki’s sweater had ridden up to his neck. His naked chests was shown completely to Midoriya. Somehow, Denki had ended up beneath Midoriya.
Denki blushed as Midoriya stared at him. Midoriya’s hand were on either side on his head. He could see everything. Denki whimpered. His nipples were getting hard from the cold wind and Midoriya’s leg was pressed against his growing erection. Any movement of that leg would cause him to moan. He didn’t want to do that in front of his friend.
“Mi—“
Denki was silenced when Midoriya pushed his hair back to see the soulmate mark right behind his left ear. His breathing hitched as Midoriya moved down closer to him, his leg pressing against his now hard dick. Denki moaned, stopping the green haired boy.
“Den—“
A scream from the tv and the sound of credits rolling caused the two to flinch. Denki pushed at Midoriya who quickly got off of him. The two was silent throughout the credits, listening to the shocking end credits scene that indicated a sequel was going to be made.
Denki closed his legs together, wanting nothing more to get rid of his erection. He has never gotten one from a boy. Mainly naked girls on playboy magazines. Now, here he was, getting hard from a leg pressing against his dick. His nipples were still hard, rubbing against the fabric of the sweater which, embarrassingly, earned a whimper.
Oh god! Why was he moaning so much?
Midoriya’s face was as red as a tomato. Denki feared being would he faint at any moment.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like that,” Midoriya said, standing up. He grabbed the CD and got ready to leave but Denki stopped him.
“It’s fine, really!”
Midoriya eyed his legs and much to Denki’s dismay, almost fainted.
Denki reached over to grab his hand but only ended up pulling his shirt. The two stared at each other, letting the time past by. Denki reached over and pushed at Midoriya’s hair to see a soulmate mark behind his left ear. A little explosion of electric bolts that was around the same size of the lightning bolt behind Denki’s ear.
Fear and love clouded Denki’s mind. His fear was disgusted that his soulmate was a boy. Fear was scared that his parents would be disappointed at getting a adopted kids instead of biological. The love wanted nothing more to melt in Midoriya’s scarred arms, kiss him until he couldn’t breathe.
He wanted nothing more than to be with Midoriya.
But he was straight. He wasn’t gay. Nor was he bisexual. He wanted girls not boys.
Midoriya frowned at Denki’s trembling body. He tried to hug him only to be shoved away. Denki gasped at his sudden burst of strength, staring up at a shocked and pained Midoriya.
He had just hurt his soulmate. A burning sensation caused him to whimper and rub at the lightning bolt before bolting out of the room. Midoriya yelled for him. His classmates were confused to see him run outside of the dorm room. He wasn’t wearing anything appropriate but he didn’t care.
All he wanted to do was run.