Chapter Text
TW// Blood, bruises
‘Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Late night devil, put your hands on me
And never, never, never ever let go’
Denki punched the punching bag to the beat of the song, ignoring the pain that he was feeling in his left first. He knew it was stupid, especially because he was having a match in just two days, but he didn’t care. Training was important to him, it always was. It was something he was good at. At UA they took training seriously, and Kaminari carried that with him.
‘Some days, you're the best thing in my life
Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife
Then you turn into somebody I don't know
And you push me away, push me away, yeah’
He kept punching the punching bag, focusing on his right-hand punches as the left one was hurting. He tried using his left again, but that just ended with his fist bleeding.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. His fingers were bruised, swollen and they were bleeding.
Denki sighed, running his fingers over the bruises. He knew he would need to bandage and ice his hand but he couldn't be bothered with it.
He stretched his back and got some water before he plopped himself onto the training mats.
He closed his eyes, focused on his breathing and stretched out his legs, making sure he wouldn’t cramp up anywhere.
Denki was so focused on himself and his breathing that he didn’t notice the two sets of footsteps in the room, nor did he hear the two talking. The blonde and the redhead laughed as their friend stayed oblivious to them.
“Oi,” Bakugou made himself known, “here’s your stupid lunch.” He grumbled, extending out his arm which held Denki’s lunch.
“Ah,” Denki smiled, sitting up to grab the bag, “thanks. You really didn’t need to bring me lunch.”
“Of course we did,” Kirishima laughed. “If we didn’t, god knows when you would have eaten.”
Denki smiled at his friends. They cared for him, and that made him happy. And they were right of course, if they didn’t bring him lunch, he would have probably forgotten to eat until dinner.
“Get up now,” Bakugou grumbled, “we can’t stay for long today.”
Denki got up or tried getting up. He completely forgot about his left hand, and he applied pressure to it, he groaned and fell back onto the mat.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he cursed, holding his hand close to his chest.
“Denki,” Kirishima kneeled down to his level. “Your hand is all bruised. And swollen!”
Denki looked away, he knew Kirishima would try and help him, but he didn’t wanna bother him. “It’s ok Kiri, I’ll tape it myself. Don’t worry.”
“No,” Eijiro shook his head. “I’m gonna do it, or else you’re going to forget, again.”
“That happened once,” Denki mumbled embarrassingly.
Kirishima glared at him, raising his eyebrow, daring him to lie.
“Ok, ok,” Denki sighed, sagging his arms, “it was definitely more than once.”
“You need to be more careful,” Bakugou mumbled as he helped Denki up on his feet, being careful of his hand.
“I know,” Denki mumbled, chewing at his bottom lip as the trio started walking to the lunchroom. He would have pointed out that Bakugou was caring for him, but he sustained enough injuries already.
“Oh,” Kirishima spoke up as they sat down at the small table, “Mina and Sero said hi. They were busy but Sero threw you a snack in the bag.”
“Thanks,” Denki sighed as he finally sat down at the table, ripping open the bag.
Inside was a thermos with rice, beef teriyaki and steamed vegetables. Sero had thrown in a pack of Pocky and a little note.
‘Sorry I wasn’t able to come say hi today. Hope you trained well :)’
Denki smiled down at the note, folding it up and putting it back in the bag before he opened his chopsticks.
“Hey, hey,” Kirishima took a hold of his good hand. “I need to wrap your hand and ice it before you eat.”
“Right,” Kaminari breathed, stretching his arm out so Kirishima could wrap it.
Kirishima inspected the hand. It was definitely one of the worst injuries Denki has gotten, and he wasn’t even competing this time.
Kirishima took his time cleaning the cuts, icing the bruises and wrapping the injured left hand. Bakugou was lecturing Denki about how he needs to be more careful with his training, and Kaminari was just nodding along, letting out mumbled like ‘I know’.
“Well if you know, why aren’t you more careful?” Katsuki questioned.
“I was distracted,” Denki mumbled, looking away from Bakugo and looking at his now wrapped hand.
“You need to start using your head,” Bakugou grumbled, flicking him on the forehead with his finger.
“I know, I know.” Denki groaned, leaning back in his chair, his lunch in hand.
“When’s your next competition?” Kirishima asked as he sat down and took a few Pocky sticks from Denki, passing two to Bakugou.
“After tomorrow,” Denki through a mouth full of food. He took a moment to swallow and to drink to help it all pass down before he continued speaking. “I’m getting fitted for a new costume tomorrow.”
“The one my mom designed?” Bakugou asked, kicking his feet up onto the table.
“Mhm,” Denki nodded. “I saw the fabric for it, it’s so pretty and shiny.”
“Of course you went for the shiny fabric,” Katsuki teased. Denki pouted and glared at Bakugou with a form of intimidation that obviously didn’t work.
“I like feeling pretty, okay,” Denki mumbled, his pout still present.
“What type of costume are you going for this time?” Kirishima asked as he made himself comfortable on the small plastic chair.
“Well,” Denki started, “I don’t really like the way tops or anything on the upper body feel when I’m fighting, other than my armband, so I think just some black tights with little lightning accents.”
“Black boots and gold laces?” Bakugou asked, leaning forwards to take more pocky away from Denki.
“Of course,” Kaminari laughed. “The armband is gonna be gold with a singular gold lightning bolt in it.”
“That sounds pretty manly, Denks,” Eijirou beamed.
“Thanks,” he smiled. “Now stop stealing my damn Pocky.” He grumbled, snatching it away from the two ate the entire pack.
“Bro,” Denki looked at the two in disbelief. “You fucking ate the whole pack.”
“Uh,” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “we’re sorry.”
“I’m not,” Bakugou butt into the conversation.
“Shut up,” Kirishima slapped a hand over Bakugou’s mouth. “I promise I will get you another pack.”
“It’s fine,” Denki laughed. “You brought me lunch, so I guess it’s ok.” He teased.
Bakugou checked his phone, immediately getting up from his chair, scaring the other two sitting at the table.
“Ei, we need to go,” Bakugou said as he started walking to the door.
“Oh, okay,” Kirishima rushed, tucking away his and Katuski’s chairs before he took the thermos and followed his boyfriend. “Bye, Denks. See you at your match.” Kirishima waved goodbye before heading out.
Denki took a few minutes to check his phone, answering texts, listening to his voice mails and checking his social media.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled when he saw the time. It was late and he still needed to shower. He was quick to clean up the area where he ate, throwing out trash and wiping the table down with disinfectant before he started walking towards the shower room.
“Denki, Denki, Denki,” Sakia ran after him as he walked towards the shower room. “Hold one for a second.
“Hm,” Denki turned around, wiping the remaining sweat off his face. “What’s up?”
“I found you a manager,” Sakia beamed, bouncing on her toes.
“You did?” Denki asked in disbelief.
“Mhmhm,” she nodded excitedly.
“Well, who is he?” Denki asked as he stretched out his arms.
“Hitoshi Shinsou.” She said, handing Denki over a stack of files. “Heres everything you should know about him. He’s coming to watch you after tomorrow.
“Oh jeez,” Denki mumbled, “that was fast.”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “But today you should just rest. And shower. Please shower, you smell awful.” She plugged her nose with her fingers in fake disgust.
“Alright, alright,” Denki laughed. “Mind putting these in my locker?” He asked.
“Not a problem,” Sakai smiled. “Make sure you shower and get good sleep, alright?”
“I will,” Denki nodded, a smile forming on his face once again today.