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He’s tired.
It’s pitiful, actually. Really pitiful.
He has nothing to be tired for- he has friends, he’s on the path to become a hero, and he’s in one of the top hero schools in the world.
His friends only keep him around for comic relief. He can’t even control his quirk properly. He shouldn’t even be here, he can’t keep up with the school curriculum.
He’s crying, too. That’s new.
Kaminari is just Tired, and he knows he has no reason to be. He’s not like Bakugo or Todoroki- he doesn’t excel through the exercises and training with ease. He’s not like Yaoyorozu when it comes to grades, no matter how hard he studies. He’s not like Midoriya, who does both of those things and is fully energized all the time.
He’s tired. His thoughts are heavy, each new one that appears dragging him further into a mindscape he can’t seem to break out of, even as he listens to the thunder boom outside of his dorm room. His grades are slipping down farther, despite his slowly dwindling effort. Present Mic’s class is the only one he really excels in, because English is a language he grew up with in his multi-lingual household. With family members from across the globe smashed into one house, cultures merged as did languages and customs.
He misses his family. At least he knows that they’ll never state outright that he’s dumb, even if it’s true. Even if it’s true, it hurts.
“Kaminari! Come on, Man, it’s movie night!” Kirishima’s voice shatters the tranquility of his silent thoughts, before he hears the doorknob shake. He hears the whisper of “His door’s locked” From Kirishima, and the undiscernible whisper of Sero afterwards. Kirishima speaks again, a few seconds later.
“You okay? You never lock your door.”
“I’m fine, just trying to do some studying!” He forces the enthusiasm into his voice, trying to keep the act up just long enough for his friends to leave. He thinks of them as friends. Do they think of him the same way, or as someone who won’t ever go pro? Someone that will just be stuck as a useless sidekick in an agency simply because he brings much needed humor by losing complete control of himself for an hour straight, embarrassing himself to the point that he cries at night?
“Oh, okay! That’s manly of you, dude! Good luck!”
He can practically hear the unsaid you’re going to need it.
The footsteps fade away as his friends leave his door, and with a strangled sob, he rolls over on his bed and clutches his pillow to his chest. Thunder booms, louder than any before and the lightning that cracks down causes the lights to flicker on and off.
Flick, flick.
On, off.
Mask on, mask off.
His cries are silent, tears streaming down his face as the stupid electrical current always running under his skin shocks him each time a tear courses down his cheek. He can’t make noise. He has to stay positive, and happy, because if he pretends that then maybe he can ignore the fact that his dream is falling in pieces around him.
The loudest boom of thunder cracks, and in it, Kaminari screams into his pillow. He’s hurting. He’s hurting and he won’t tell anyone because who would comfort him? Who would reach out to a boy who doesn’t have anyone? No one. Because if someone even hears him in pain, they’ll only think “oh. Someone else will help him, like his friends.”
He won’t let his friends see this side of him. He can’t.
He cries until the tears won’t fall anymore. By that point, the dorm is quiet, and he puts to use his plan. He’s able to dodge the security cameras, and as he crawls out onto the roof, the tears come back full force. He falls to his knees, and in the pouring rain and thundering wind, he wails. No one can hear him.
“Kaminari, I need to speak to you after class.” Aizawa isn’t even quiet about it. He announces it loud and clear, to the point where the class looks at Kaminari with looks of humor or even pity.
“Got another bad test score, huh, dunce face?” Bakugo asks, as Kirishima chatters in his ear and waves the two tests in his hands.
Kaminari doesn’t give him an answer. He doesn’t have the energy to fight back, not today. Not after last night, when he cried himself to exhaustion and passed out next to one of the random units for some purpose.
The class is loud. Every little noise sends the hair on his arms on edge, as each pencil dropped echoes in his ears as the electricity runs under his skin, and the only way to stop himself from losing it is to tap his finger incessantly against his desk.
Tap tap tap tap
The fourth pencil drops to the floor.
Tap tap tap tap
Uraraka squeals in excitement over something.
Tap tap tap tap tAP TAP TAP TAP
He doesn’t come back to reality until Aizawa’s hand clamps down on his shoulder. He shoots a few inches into the air, and to his shock, electricity flies through his fingers like he’s a fuse that’s blown.
That’s not that far off, actually.
“Kaminari, I need you to take a deep breath for me.” Aizawa’s gruff voice is surprisingly gentle. As Kaminari does, he spares a quick glance around the classroom. It’s empty. The bell must’ve rung a while ago.
“You’re not in trouble.” Aizawa’s voice and quirk is the only thing that’s stopping Kaminari from losing it. He’s too far gone off the deep end, and as soon as Aizawa blinks, the classroom is going to erupt in electricity as the lights will go out.
“I wanted to talk to you about your grades, but that’s not entirely all of it.” Aizawa sits in the desk in front of him, legs hanging over each side as he rests his head on his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice this sooner. You’re my student, and as your teacher, it’s my job to notice when things are wrong.”
Kaminari’s breath catches, as his arm goes to his face and his tears are wiped off with the rough fabric of the uniform. There’s no use in even trying to deny it.
“In your defense, I’m a pretty good actor.”
Aizawa gives him the tiniest of smiles, albeit it’s a sad one. There’s a look in his eyes that Kaminari notices from staring at himself in the mirror, begging to whatever being to take away his pain and let the spark back into his eyes.
“Kid, I know you’re struggling with your grades. I’m going to be the first one to tell you that it doesn’t matter. From what I’ve seen, you try. You try until you make yourself sick, and as much as I hate it, this school doesn’t really have a system for people who learn differently. You either learn the UA way or you don’t make it- just like the biased entry exams here.”
Kaminari sniffles, and reprimands himself silently. He’s supposed to be a hero in training- why can’t he pull himself together? Why can’t he just be NORMAL?
“I worry about all of my students, even if I don’t show it. I’ve been worried about you these past few weeks.”
Kaminari chokes on a wet laugh, wiping his eyes again as more hot tears spill over in a seemingly endless stream. “You shouldn’t. I’m just the comedic excuse of a student that’s here to keep the class tied together in a last attempt to make myself feel useful somehow. I’m dumb and not even going to end up as a hero, so I really don’t know why I should bother. All I do is chase after the things that seem popular, so that I can have a fake interest to try and talk to people about so I feel accepted. I can’t even control my quirk without putting a target on my own back. What use is my quirk anyway? What can it do, aside from hurt people and hurt civilians when I get in a fight that takes out their apartment complex or home, endangering their children and themselves? Electricity can kill. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know why these thoughts won’t go away, and I don’t know how to fix my broken brain that won’t let me learn like I should.”
Aizawa doesn’t interrupt with false praises of “That’s not true!”, or even attempt to console him. He simply waits for Kaminari to let out his blast of emotions, even as his eyes start to sting. He needs to talk his student down before blinking, or half of UA’s lights will go out along with him being fried.
“Who told you these things?” is what he asks instead, each word a tentative step on the cracking ice of mental stability. Kaminari stills, as a tear drips down his face.
“You’ve heard the class when my grades are brought up. It’s no surprise that I have some of, if not the worst, grades here. It’s humorous when I short circuit and lose my ability to talk properly. I don’t lose every ounce of smarts when that happens, by the way.” His voice grows bitter, as he clenches a pencil in his hand. It snaps.
“I never wanted to worry my family when I went past my limit. Whenever it happens, things go fuzzy and I feel super staticky like I’m going to explode. To assure my parents and siblings I was okay, I would push my body to give a thumbs up. As I grew older, it stuck, and it sticks here. I don’t go dumb when it happens- I just don’t want people to think I’m hurt. If I didn’t act dumb, I would be quiet and accidentally shock anyone who touched me. The dumb act works as a release of the extra electricity that my body can’t immediately take back into my system.”
Aizawa stretches silently, before resuming his position.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone that?”
“Because… It was easier to cheer people up then watch them have to carry me around as an emotionless electrical conductor.” He answers, and Aizawa has to hold back a scream. This kid has one of the biggest hearts, and no one even notices.
Kaminari is nowhere near as upset as he was earlier- that doesn’t mean he won’t flare up again, though. And he should probably bring up his preposition and be prepared for the worst.
He lets himself blink, as he stands to his feet and walks over to his desk. Kaminari appears to be looking for tissues, so he snags a box off of his desk as he walks back to his student.
“I didn’t tell you about this because I’ve been observing you these last few weeks, but I have something I received for you. The first thing I need to tell you, Denki, is that you aren’t dumb.”
The use of his first name causes his brain to snap back to focus, as Aizawa’s face sharpens and fades out as he forces the electricity to flow back into his body and jumpstart his body systems.
“The ability to speak, read, and write 5 different languages is not the sign of someone who’s academically inept.” His teacher’s voice is back to the gentle tone that he’s still surprised to hear, as Kaminari’s eyes widen.
“You come from a large family, made up of kids from all over the world you call your siblings. The fact that you learned their languages to talk to them proves that you aren’t dumb. Some subjects are difficult for people- I could never fully grasp English in school.” Aizawa leans forward with his pen, lightly poking his chest. “You can speak Japanese, English, Chinese, Russian, and Spanish. Present Mic was FLOORED when he found out. You’re one of his favorite students, by the way.”
“That’s nothing, they’re my family. I did it because I love them and wanted to make them comfortable, it’s not anything special.” He spits out, glaring towards the floor.
“Denki, most people learn two languages in their lifetime and that’s it. Even if you have difficulty in math or other subjects, it’s not your fault and it doesn’t make you dumb. Like I said- the curriculum and teachers are usually to blame. UA doesn’t have another option, though. You understand it or you don’t, and there’s nothing you can do about it, can you?”
Kaminari sighs, fingers gripping the edge of the desk in a death grip. He’s tired again.
“I try to study with Yaoyorozu. She tries to help, but I can tell when she gets frustrated and gives up. Bakugo would rather die than help me, so I don’t have any more options.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
Aizawa pulls out a black envelope, lightly placing it on the desk and pushing it towards the distraught teen. The Crest on the seal has Kaminari puzzled for a moment, before the memory of a hat and a snooty boy in the provisional license comes rushing towards him and sending every part of him into a swirling, static mess.
“No. Why is this here? It’s not for me. They’ve made a mistake. I can’t- no, I won’t- what’s going on? Is this a joke?”
Aizawa shakes his head.
“Shiketsu high is the UA of the west, but we differ greatly. While UA wants our students to become flashy heroes with the ability to calm civilians in a moment of danger, Shiketsu does not. UA wants our students to be recognized to the world, and celebrated and given praise as you are kids. This is the ideology that has led a few heroes down the wrong path.”
Kaminari stares at the envelope. The scent of cedarwood wafts up from the envelope, a smell that he’s not used to.
“Shiketsu does not push students to be flashy. They don’t want students to showcase their abilities to the world with an “I am here.” They are strict, and when their heroes graduate, many branch off into multiple careers. The Uniform is clear of that, as well as the students you met at the Provisional exam. They are strict and usually well mannered because that is the value of Shiketsu itself. They have many different branches of studies and programs there then compared to UA- while UA excels in heroics, Shiketsu excels in its many openings for students to enrich themselves in new ways aside from heroics, even with being the only school in the country that is able to rival us when it comes to teaching kids how to save people. They sent Me a letter a few weeks ago, asking about you.”
The information is too much. Everything is going to static in his brain, as the electricity dances across his fingertips and weaves itself into his hair, leaving his eyes burning with the feeling of everything starting to spark again. Aizawa starts to lower it again with a look from his quirk.
“They noticed your performances in the exam, especially against the kid with the meatball-thing quirk. They looked into you, and with knowing the lowered emphasis on learning here, they sent this for you. They don’t believe you’re dumb. If what I think is in the envelope, I hope it shocks you into realization.”
Hands shaking, Kaminari reaches out for the envelope and with a shark intake of breath, breaks the seal. The letter slides out easily, fine print against the pale paper.
Denki Kaminari-
You put up quite a show at the Provisional License exam. Despite the odds against you, you showed great courage and smarts in your successful attempt to succeed. That’s the type of thing we look for at Shiketsu.
As administrative people, we look at the qualities of students before sending them letters. Your grades at UA are nothing to brag about, aside from the most difficult of courses: language. Here at Shiketsu high, we prepare our students with the fact that they need to be as equipped as possible for the world. Heroics is a dangerous profession- we know that UA emphasizes that. What they don’t emphasize is the fact that disorganization is the reason there are as many casualties as there are. The ability to converse in multiple languages could save someone’s life, and just English will not cut it.
We’ve talked to your teachers- your drive is there. It’s a spark that begs your mind for full permission to explode, but there’s a block there. We want to help you demolish that block and sharpen your mind. Tutors are here to help, alongside teachers that are willing to set aside any amount of time to help you because we don’t have many pro-hero teachers. The ones we have here are college level professors, people who have trained and worked for the knowledge in hopes of passing it onto others to help the world.
We think that you would be a wonderous addition to this school. You are more than welcome here, Young Kaminari, and are free to transfer after this school term. Simply let your teachers know to contact us.
Sincerely,
Akio Gima, Principal of Shiketsu.
Kaminari stands up, shakily walks to the trashcan, and pukes up his breakfast.
“Why would you even show me this? If I accept, You’ll lose one of your students to Shiketsu. Will that look bad? Or anything? Why am I even bothering, it won’t be that big of a deal because I’m not that memorable. Never mind, forget I asked that.”
He isn’t able to talk further, as Aizawa walks up next to him and holds out a napkin.
“I told you because I know that’s where your family is located. They moved to the province Shiketsu is located in when you moved to UA, correct?”
Kaminari nods, as Aizawa walks behind his desk and opens the minifridge no one knew was there. He comes back with a water bottle, handing it to the student.
“Any person would miss their family. I know they supported you and your decision and I know you miss them and are unable to visit them on a whim, like most UA students. I think that for your mental health, you need to go home.”
Kaminari takes a sip of water, looking down into the liquid as it moves. It hurts to think right now.
“Any school like this would have high expectations for its students- but in this case, you are given expectations with no way to meet them. I know that you want to be popular. You want friends. But in this class in particular? You’ve had to experience things that kids shouldn’t have to. And the fact that you have a person with anger issues and a superiority complex as the ringleader of your friend group adds on to this. How do you feel about your friends? Do you feel needed?”
Ah, fuck. Here come the tears he thought he was done with.
“I don’t know. I know I’m a part of their group, and I know I make them laugh and spam the groupchat. But I don’t know! I don’t know and I don’t feel needed sometimes which is selfish, because they’re my FRIENDS. I shouldn’t be so selfish about this, but for once, I want to be befriended and not only be there to lighten situations and make people laugh. It’s my own fault for doing it in the first place!”
His voice grows to a wail, as Aizawa lightly pats his back. He just wants to help this kid.
“A-And you know, it hurts being called a dunce or that I’m dumb. It hurts and I let it happen anyway because people laugh about it and they smile. Heroes are supposed to make people smile, right?”
“Oh, Denki.” Aizawa adjusts his scarf, pain sharpening his own voice as he hands him another tissue.
“I miss my family. But I worked so hard here, and I know that other people did too. It’s not fair for me to just throw this away to transfer somewhere else.” His voice is back to a rough whisper, his energy depleted.
“We’ll bump up someone from the general education course. We’ve had our eye on a boy we were going to try and push in anyway, but if you make the decision to leave, he’ll have earned his spot here. It won’t be selfish as all. Denki, this is about you and your health. You can’t be a hero if you don’t take care of yourself, right?” Aizawa asks, and Kaminari’s gaze turns back to the letter waiting on his desk.
Does he really want to do this?
Can he give up what he has here, in exchange for a chance to start over?
“Think about it for a few days, contact your parents. Let me know when you’ve decided, okay?” Aizawa shakes him out of his reverie again, as Kaminari manages a small nod and walks over to the letter. He shoves it into his pocket, and with a wave to Aizawa, walks out the classroom.
He has a lot to think about.
If the class noticed something off with him, they didn’t mention it.
Kaminari was oblivious to the concerned glances he received as he walked into the kitchen in the dorms, or through the hallways in the morning. He didn’t catch the concerned looks from Mina, or the worrisome mumbles of Midoriya.
His only focus was his decision.
His parents were absolutely thrilled when they heard his proposition- his siblings at home crowded into the screen, screaming about “Denki coming home” as his parents only looked at him with pride and the smallest tints of worry.
“Are you sure? We know how hard you worked to get to UA, and we’re unbelievably proud of you regardless.”
He made up his mind as he reread the letter, as his parents watched him through the video chat.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” His voice wavers, but he’s made up his mind. A good thing, too, because there’s only a week before school lets out for vacation. If he lets them know now, he’ll be able to move his stuff out as soon as exams are over.
“Okay, sweetie. We’ll be waiting to see you, and we love you very much.” His mom blows him a kiss through the screen, as he dramatically leans back in an attempt to catch it. His dad smiles at him with eyes so similar to his own, giving him a silent nod.
“I love you too. Night, sleep well.”
He hangs up a minute later, hands buried in his hair as he pushes himself back in the chair. He’s made up his mind, even though the future now looks absolutely terrifying.
He needs to talk to Aizawa.
With a huff, he’s standing out of the chair and walking to his door. Down the halls, through the kitchen, and texting Aizawa as he flops down at the table and rests his head on the cool wood. He couldn’t find much online about the interior of Shiketsu- do they have tables like this?
He’s given a reminder that he’s not the only one who lives here as a tentative tap to the head causes him to fly back, catching the gaze of one worried Midoriya.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I figured it was the easiest way to try and catch your attention since you seemed pretty out of it and wasn’t answering to me calling your name, but I’m sorry I touched you anyways-”
“It’s fine, Midoriya. What do you need?” He asks, placing the fake smile on his face again. It hurts.
“I…I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.” He answers, fingers drumming against the table as his shining eyes meet his. “I… I want to know if something’s wrong.”
Kaminari is positive he looks like surprised Pikachu.
The heat that rears it’s ugly head, though, spreads across his cheeks before he can control it. It’s the fact that someone outside of the bakusquad asked If he was okay. Someone he doesn’t know that closely- someone who has a solid grip on his quirk and his brains.
“Even if there is, I can’t really tell you. Secrets, you know.”
Midoriya’s face turns serious. The light in his eyes all but fades out, as he reaches a hand towards Kaminari’s and rests his on it ever so lightly.
“Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can only tell a stranger. I’d think that applies to us.”
Oh, Kaminari wants to tell him. He wants someone to beg for him to stay, and even though he knows that someone isn’t going to be Midoriya, he wants to get this suffocating secret off his chest.
“I’ll tell you in my room. You gotta promise though, you can’t tell anybody.”
Midoriya nods. There’s no sign of timid deception in his gaze, and Kaminari quickly pulls out his phone. Aizawa sent a thumbs up to his confirmation message.
“Okay. Come on.”
The two boys head through the mess of the common room, past the rest of the class watching a movie. It’s only when the two are safely shut in Kaminari’s room does the secret come spilling out.
“I’m leaving UA. Shiketsu high offered me a transfer- they think they can help me when it comes to grades, and learning in general.” He says it all in a breath, as Midoriya listens. When he’s done, he waits for the reaction. He doesn’t know what to expect.
He definitely wasn’t expecting a tight hug.
“I’m so happy for you, Kaminari. I noticed you were starting to decline, and this? If this helps you then I want you to be as happy as you can be there. If it will make you a hero, go out there and be the best hero you can be.”
“You aren’t mad?” He’s shocked by his own voice crack, but it’s washed away by the look in Midoriya’s eyes moments later.
“Of course I’m not. We might not be incredibly close, but I want what’s best for you. I wouldn’t want you to be guilt tripped over deciding something that will help you specifically. Some things just can’t be taught by certain people.”
Kaminari swallowed back the sob that wanted to break free, forcing his tears back.
“Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
Midoriya steps back, smile on his face as radiant as ever.
“Keep in touch. I want to hear all about Shiketsu, and I’m sorry I didn’t notice how this class was affecting you.”
Kaminari waves it off, before initiating another hug.
“Don’t apologize. Simply being here is enough.”
An odd feeling that’s a mix of excitement and worry is what he wakes up with.
It’s the day he’s leaving- he didn’t say anything yesterday, but the fact that it was his last day of UA means a lot. He doesn’t want to cause a big fuss.
So, it’s with a sick feeling that he stumbles out of bed and gets dressed. His suitcases are already packed, stuffed into the trunk of Aizawa’s car from the previous night. All he needs to do is wheel the one that he had to keep out through the hallways, and for Aizawa to make the announcement. He knows the words won’t spill out, even If he begs them to.
Deep breaths. It’s not like he’s never going to see them again. Midoriya swapped numbers with him, so he’ll always send updates. The bakusquad are his friends, even if he feels like he’s about to mentally snap sometimes.
He shuts the door on the empty room, carefully checking that no one peers into his room while he does. He doesn’t need to be interrogated while he’s trying to leave. Down the hallways for the last time for a long time, through the common room where Uraraka was braiding Tsuyu’s hair.
He walks up to Aizawa, hand tightly gripping the suitcase as he pulls his jacket a little closer. Here comes the icebreaker. He’s going to puke.
“Everyone, if I could have your attention for a moment.” Aizawa’s monotone voice cuts through the normalness of the moment, as the students turned and answered to their sensei.
“Kaminari is leaving UA. He didn’t want a big sendoff or to have you all fret over him, so this was his decision. You have 10 minutes to make your goodbyes, we need to get to the station. He’s transferring to Shiketsu.” He announces.
It’s silent for 4 seconds. And then? All hell breaks loose.
Kaminari has to shield himself as he’s tackled into a hug, multiple voices drowning each other out as tears start to stream down faces.
“Why didn’t you tell us? Why are you leaving?” Sero looks heartbroken beyond repair, and Kaminari can’t bear to look at him. He looks to his shoes instead, as people slowly stop trying to suffocate him.
“Their academic program is better. I should be able to get the help I need over there so I won’t be a dunce face or dumb anymore.” He lays the smallest hint of bitterness on the words, shuffling his feet. “They strive to make more efficient heroes. I want to be flashy and famous, sure. Is that what I need, though? Is that what my quirk is made for? Or will I succeed as an underground hero? I don’t know. That’s why I’m going.” He looks up from the carpet at his friends, and tries not to cry at the sorrow on their faces.
“Besides, it’s not like you won’t see me again. We’re gonna be rivals now, boo-yah.” He lifts his fist in a pathetic attempt at cheering the mood. Kirishima lungs forward, pulling him into a tight hug.
“I’m gonna miss you, man.” His voice is little more than a whisper, and Kaminari pats his back once or twice. Mina squeezes the heck out of them both, fat tears running down her face as they hit her arms and the carpet with a splink.
“Aw, you guys, don’t be that sad. You’re gonna get a new classmate, after all! One of the Gen-ed kids. He’s gonna be fun to have around.” He attempts to lighten the mood again, stepping back from the hug. “Don’t be mean to him because I’m gone. If I find out you were, you can bet I’ll be on the train back here to shock some sense into you.”
The three of them nod, and Kaminari’s gaze travels to jirou. They both know she’s not good with confronting emotions- she gives him the smallest of waves with her earphone jacks, and by the look in her eyes, he understands. He can see the I’m sorry clearly.
Bakugo is the only one who hasn’t said goodbye in the rapid-fire farewell scenario. That’s what he expected.
It’s only when he turns around to follow Aizawa does bakugo speak up.
“Next time we see each other, I’m gonna pummel you to the ground. I wanna see you fight back.” He states, voice devoid of any real fight. Kaminari turns to him with a smile, holding his hand up in his classic thumbs up pose.
The door shuts behind him, and for the first time, the class realizes the electric current that connected them to each other has short-circuited out of commission.
“Guys, Guys! Look! Kaminari sent us a photo!”
It’s been a few months since the transfer. Shinso moved up into class 1-A, filling the hole that Kaminari left. Things had slowly become normal again, with the exception of the bakusquad losing a member.
“Let me see, let me see!” Uraraka comes flying over the edge of the couch, slamming into Midoriya and sending his phone flying into the open palm of Iida, who stares at it in surprise.
“Why, look! It’s the first full picture Kaminari has sent us of his uniform.” He announces, holding the phone close to his face.
“Some of us aren’t giants, Iida, let me see!” Someone else chimes in, and things get worse until Shinso snatches the phone away and plugs it into a computer.
“He looks…. Really happy.” Sero states, looking at the picture.
He’s right. Kaminari was having to work hard to keep up with the incredibly strict standards, but with the ability to find someone willing to work with him until he could understand it, he was getting better.
“He looks stupid with the hat on.” Bakugo states, before Kirishima whacks him upside the head. If it had been months before, they would’ve feared for Kirishima’s life. It seems like he mellowed out since Kaminari transferred.
“I’m just happy he’s happy, even if it looks like Yoarashi is about to throw him into the sun.”
Aizawa smiles at the picture sent to his phone. It’s a formal one- not one that he sent to the class of 1-A. It’s a picture of him in the full uniform, the smile on his face one that looks like the true one. He’s happy, and according to the reports the teachers would exchange, he was doing very well in his classes. Sometimes it just takes the right person to word lessons properly.
Regardless, he’s glad the electric kid is happy. He’s going to be a great hero.