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Kaminari Denki is usually a sociable guy, making jokes and messing around. But when a thunderstorm (surprisingly the first one since the dorms came into play) made him excuse himself and run up to his room like a scared child, everyone was slightly concerned but it was easily forgotten about.
15 minutes later and the thunderstorm got louder and more exhausting.
Denki’s stomach churns as if to spite him and his skin feels as if there was a bunch of ants under it, crawling and biting into his flesh. Trembles and spasms wreck his body and his lungs squeeze. He startes feeling lightheaded and he can’t breathe.
He can’t breathe, he cant breathe he can’t breathe-
He was going to die. Here lay Kaminari Denki, cold, staticy, and dead, curled up in the middle of his dorm room because of a damn thunderstorm.
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The fuck is that nois-
“Fucking dunce face, did you forget our damn stu-“
Denki wheezes.
Katsuki is pissed, per usual. He had a damn tutor session with Mina and Kaminari to help them improve their math grade (granted, their c- is better than the previous F but still.)
The dumbass dunce face hadn’t showed up yet, so he was forced to walk all the fuck down there and get his ass.
“Fucking dunce face, did you forgot our damn stu…” his voice falters with reason.
Kaminari laid curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor, absolutely drenched in sweat and small crackles of electricity escape him, and Kaminari makes a painful wheezing noise .
Its pathetic and Katsuki’s at his side in an instant.
“Hey fuckhead.”
No response, just more frantic wheezes.
“Kaminari.”
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“Denki Kaminari,” He shouts, seeing the small tilt in his direction. “I’m going to sit you up so im going to have to fucking touch you, alright?”
Dunceface chokes. “ N-no don-“
Katsuki’s arms are already wrapped around the electricity user’s waist, turning him and forcing him up carefully. Kaminari yelps hoarsely. “ Stop!- “
Another spark is forced out and Katsuki’s arms turn numb, pain spots here and there but he refuses to let go, holding him tighter. Kaminari melts down into a bunch of apologies and sobs.
“Come on sparky, calm the fuck down. That barely fucking hurt. Besides, I’ve had worse.”
“I- I’m so- hic- sorry- hic ”
Katsuki has properly leaned him against the bed but is keeping a firm grip on his shoulders. Sparky looks dazed and the older’s not even sure if he recognizes him.
“I didn’t mean to- p-please I’m sorry-“
“Pikachu! Calm. The. Fuck. Down. You’re two breaths away from a panic attack. Its okay!” He moves his hand over to his heartbeat and takes exaggerated breaths, ignoring the involuntary shocks.
Denki’s in so much god damn
pain,
his lungs ache and burn with every breath, there’s static under his skin and it somehow
burns and his head throbs and he just wants to scream and cry like a little kid-
“Pikachu! Calm. The. Fuck. Down. You’re two breaths away from a panic attack. Its okay !”
Who…?
He feels someone taking his hand but everythings too blurry and he cant he cant he cant he cant-
Badump
Wait
Badump
Is this…
Badump
Oh god this is Bakugou-
Katsuki watches Kaminari’s eyes roll back in his head and pass out.
“Shit- Dunce face!”
Kaminari buzzes and his muscles spasm, breaths shallow and quick. Katsuki’s heart spikes for a moment. “Dammit-“
He reaches for his phone and pulls up his contacts.
Old Hag
Old Man
Raccoon Eyes
Shitty Hair
Dumb Bitch
Aizawa-Sensei
He presses the last.
Shouta was having a moderately decent day. Not that good, not that bad. He had his window open, watching the rain fall and listening to the thunder outside. In a way, it reminded him of-
Riiiiiiiiiiiing
Riiiiiiiiiiing
Shouta picked up his phone.
Unknown Caller
He sighed. “This is Aizawa Shouta, how may I-“
“Aizawa-sensei this is really fucking bad-“
It was like a switch was flipped. “Bakugou what’s going on?”
“Kaminari just- dammit, hold on-“
The line went quiet and rustling was heard. Bakugou picked the phone back up.
“Okay- just- fuck, come up to dunce faces room.”
“On my way. Can you stay on the line?”
“I- yeah, maybe. Hurry the fuck up.”
Shouta noticed the lack of bite behind those words and grunted.
A few minutes later and Shouta’s at the window. He knocks on it.
“Why the fuck are you at the window?!” Bakugou yells in surprise at the window.
Shouta sighs. “Just open up.”
“Hold on.”
Bakugou ends the call and it takes a minute before he’s opening the window. Shouta steps in and looks around, ignoring the water hes letting in
The bed covers are thrown across the floor, tangled around the chair thats been removed from the desk. Hats, books, tissues, and shoes are scattered across the carpet. Half tucked under the table was Kaminari -- who was unconscious -- and if Shouta had to guess there spasms and labored breathing were a result of the uncontrolled electricity. His eye and cheeks were and red, a stark contrast to his usually pale complexion. He can see the tear tracks and his hand clench at nothing.
And then his eyes open. Shouta’s at his side in an instant, picking him up in a reverse piggyback. He can feel Kaminari jerk and him drool, and of fucking course Kaminari’s quirk had issues with thunderstorms.
Shouta didn’t expect it to be god damn seizures. At this point he was going to make his class make a whole ass laundry list of issues they have.
He was totally going soft wasn’t he?
Anyway, Shouta carried Kaminari down the stairs, ignoring all the passed teenagers questions and took the teenager in his arms down to Recovery Girl.
The last thing Denki could remember was Bakugou trying to calm him down, and now he’s in Recovery Girl’s office.
Huh, maybe teleportation does exist.
Of course it does, someone out there has to have that quirk dumbass.
That’s not what I meant-
Wait.
Recovery Girl’s office? Why am I in here?
He heard a rough voice speak. “I… down to his… after… fucking ever for him:.. room because… dumbass and needed help... He was… shaking, drenched in his own… thunderstorm increased the electricity in his body or some crap and… couldn’t control it.”
“Should… batteries?”
“...best bet…”
Denki groaned, hating the fact they were probably talking about him and they knew his control over his quirk was even fucking worse. The voices immediately stopped.
“Kaminari, are you alright?” A tired voice- Aizawa- asks while Denki hears shuffling and a door close:
“Yeah.” He responds dully.
“You had a seizure.” He deadpans.
Denki pushes himself into a sitting position and pulls hair away from his mouth. “That I did.”
“Do you have a history with seizures?”
“Yeah.” He responds, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It should be on my file.”
“Well it’s not.”
“Cool beans.”
Aizawa sighs. “Even Bakugou was worried.”
Denki blinked. “He was?”
“Yes. Which means it had to be pretty bad.”
“Eh. I’ve had worse.” He shrugs. “Can I go now?”
Aizawa rolls his eyes. “Fine, but only because you weren’t injured. We’ll be by later to give you batteries to use during thunderstorms and i will be bringing this up later.”
“Neat, neat, thanks for the help.”
“You insufferable child.”
Denki laughs, “thanks.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Sure, sure, Dadzawa.”
Aizawa sighs. “Get out.”