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You licked your lips, eyes skimming over the set for about the thousandth time that morning. Filming was going to start in fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of Miyaki nor Pro-Hero Chargebolt, which sucked because everything else was perfect. The other two judges were there, the film crew was ready to go, and the paid audience was sitting in the auditorium, hands poised and ready for their timed applause. Figures. Filming days without hiccups were a rarity in this particular film studio.
Though, it was the kind of chaos that you lived for as an assistant director. Made the job exciting, kept you on your toes. The late celebrity guests, technical difficulties, and last minute script changes- what would The Singer in Disguise be without them?
Yeah, right. You were sure you were gonna keel over any moment now from the stress of it all.
“All you have to do is just show up on time!” you mumbled to yourself, reaching for your walkie talkie. “Aya, can you come see me, please? I’m over here by the judges’ table,” you spoke into the radio. Your friend buzzed a quick affirmation, saying she was nearby. Thank goodness for that, at least there was one dependable person on this set.
You shook your head, snatching the day’s script off the table behind you. You didn’t need to read it, you already knew very well what it said...you just didn’t know how you could write two of the most important cast members out of the script on such short notice. Oh, Director Taji is gonna have your ass on a platter if you couldn’t fix this in time. You can’t delay a live show, after all.
After a minute of anxious swaying on your feet, the sound of heels clicking against the tile floor announced Aya’s presence behind you. You turned around, your expression twisting into one of distress when you saw her. “You heard from the other two yet?”
Your friend shook her head, her long ponytail swaying with every movement. She looked just as agitated as you did.
“I already tried getting in touch with Miyaki’s agent, went straight to voicemail. Seriously, the people around her are just as insufferable as she is,” she huffed. However, her expression changed when she glanced over your shoulder. “And as for Chargebolt...here he comes right now,” she said with a slight smirk, nodding at a certain someone approaching from behind you.
Your back straightened at this, and you quickly adjusted your plain t-shirt and leggings (Hey, we dress for practicality here. Well, minus Aya). Aya chuckled and shook her head, shooting you one last, slightly judgemental look before leaving to finish her own tasks. When you finally dared to turn around, all of your previous frustration went out the window. There he was, Pro-Hero Chargebolt (aka the sexiest man in all of Musutafu), rushing straight toward you.
You drank in the flush of his cheeks and the way his mussed blonde hair floated backwards as he sped-walked across the set, before glancing appreciatively over his chosen outfit of the day. It was a short-sleeved silk button down, the top button left undone, teasing his collarbone underneath. You hoped you didn’t look as parched as you felt.
He greeted you with a sheepish smile and short laugh when he finally closed the distance between you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said, drawing out his words. “You know I’m always on time, but I don’t know what happened this morning! I just overslept and-,” he paused, glancing over your furrowed brows and pursed lips. His own mouth formed a pout when you didn’t immediately accept his lame excuse. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
Before, yes. Now? Not so much. But you couldn’t let him off so easy, no matter how hot he was. It was your job on the line, after all! “What do you think, Kaminari? You could’ve at least let us know you were running late,” you said, busying yourself with fixing his shirt and hair since there was no time for makeup at that point. You willed your hands not to tremble as you worked; you’d never touched him this much before and the smell of his cologne was making you a pleasant kind of dizzy.
“I know, I know,” he mumbled apologetically, but still had the audacity to wink at you as you fixed his hair. If you weren’t flustered before, you certainly were now. You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling but you couldn’t help it, your lips curved up against your will. Kaminari’s breath lightly fanned over your cheek as he huffed a laugh; he knew you weren’t really mad at him. “How about I make it up to you then, pretty? Lunch sound good?”
You raised your eyebrows, now fussing over his shirt collar. “Ohh, sounds great. Where are we going, that ramen shop down the street?”
“Wherever you want,” Kaminari replied, slipping his hands in his pockets once you finished fixing him up. He held your gaze for a moment longer, a small smile on his face. “Well, I better go…still gotta get my mic and everything,” he said, nodding toward a pair of stressed producers hovering near the judges’ table. “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll see you at lunch, don’t be late!” he said, pointing a warning finger at you.
“I should be saying that to you!” you said with a laugh, waving as he finally turned to walk away. Your gaze lingered on his back fondly, and you let out a sigh. To say you were smitten would be an understatement.
With one last wistful glance in his direction, you tried to turn back to your work, only to walk into someone’s rather pointy shoulder. You let out a horrified gasp and immediately turned to apologize to them, but the words caught in your throat when you came face-to-face with a furious Miyaki. You grimaced, both in regret and dread; this was gonna be a hot mess.
“Sorry Ms. Yakimono, I didn’t know you were behind me,” you said in a sincere tone, trying (to no avail) to stifle Miyaki’s obvious anger. The other woman held her arm as if wounded, her usually delicate features screwed into a harsh scowl.
“You need to watch where you’re going. You slammed right into me, I could’ve cracked!” she said, gripping her slender arm tighter as if the thought alone could chip her precious porcelain skin. She glanced over you with narrowed gray eyes, an implication in her gaze that you didn’t quite like. You didn’t even ‘slam’ into her, it was just a bump.
“I’m sorry,” you repeated stiffly. You heard your radio buzz on your hip, it was Director Taji asking you if everything was ready yet. Fortunately, it was...but at what cost? You briefly responded before looking up at Miyaki again. It always annoyed you how tall she was, as if she didn’t internally look down on you enough. “As you probably heard, it’s almost time to go live, so you need your mic-”
“I know, just tell me where to go,” she said with an impatient jerk of her head, as if the whole studio hadn’t just been waiting on her. You pointed to the producers standing nearby, and without so much as a thank you, Miyaki strode away. She’d barely turned around before you rolled your eyes. Miyaki was often referred to as a ‘living doll’, but her personality was anything but darling.
Yakimono Mika, known affectionately as ‘Miyaki’, was a famous model known for her eccentric fashion sense and cutesy, doll-like poses. She was all slender legs and pleasant features, but it wasn’t just her looks that built her career. Her quirk allowed her to harden her skin into porcelain, making her appearance smooth and blemish free, just like a doll.
It was definitely an enviable quirk. However, as with most things in life, there’s always a trade-off. From what you’d heard, Miyaki had a severe phobia of being shattered even when she wasn’t using her quirk and consequently, hates being touched without permission. It was unfortunate, sure, but it doesn’t explain her nasty attitude. ‘Slammed into her’ . You snorted. You could certainly show her what being slammed felt like-
Your radio buzzed again, interrupting your thoughts. Director Taji was calling you on the radio, and you knew exactly what for.
You pushed the front door to your apartment closed behind you with a heavy sigh. As much as you loved your job, there was definitely no place like home. You already had dinner with Aya earlier, and you couldn’t wait to just relax in your room. You immediately made your way to said bedroom, briefly stopping to toss your keys onto the kitchen counter before finishing your journey. Once inside, you walked over to your desk to set down your purse, right next to your Pro-Hero Chargebolt themed headphones.
After that, you tugged off your clothes and moved to change into your Chargebolt matching loungewear set, consisting of a pair of black shorts and a bralette adorned with his iconic white lightning bolts. To finally complete your after-work ritual, you walked back to your desk to mark off the date on your favorite Pro’s limited edition calendar. As you lifted a pen to today’s date, you glanced over Kaminari’s picture for the current month. He was at the pool, sitting on a floaty in nothing but a pair of scandalously short swim trunks, with his Pro-Hero abs on full display and a cheeky grin on his face. A total babe, and this wasn’t even the best picture in the calendar.
Ok, you knew having all this stuff was more than a little embarrassing, especially since you saw Kaminari in person everyday, but you had become a genuine fan in the few months that you’d known him. That’s all the time it took for you to fall hard for him. How could you not with his charm, good looks, and even- no, especially his goofy sense of humor? You were surprised the whole studio wasn’t drooling over him too, but that’s fine. More for you.
You scoffed to yourself. Kaminari was certainly sweet, but you knew better than to get your hopes up. He was a Pro-Hero, who knew how many girlfriends he already had out there? Not to mention he probably didn’t even see you that way. The proof was in all the times you two had agreed to lunch, but never seemed to get it. It was fine, you didn’t really intend on shooting your shot with him, anyway. But, a girl could certainly dream.
And speaking of dreams, you couldn’t fight the urge to lie down any longer, finally deciding to climb into bed. You leaned back on a pillow and turned on the tv, intending to rest for a bit before doing your nightly routine. After flipping through the channels you decided on some low budget action movie. It didn’t take long for your eyes to grow heavy with sleep, and the last thing you heard before drifting off were the love interest’s shrill screams for help…
You screamed in terror as the villain yanked you through the film studio. A murderous group of scorned actors had come seeking revenge, and you were unable to escape with your film crew. The villains decided to take you as a hostage to give them time to execute their nefarious plan, and you were helpless to fight against them.
“Didn’t I say keep quiet?” the villain growled, gripping the soft flesh of your arm as he yanked you toward the front of the building. You only whimpered in response.
When he reached the front entrance, the villain burst through the doors, pulling you along with him. The surrounding crowd of civilians and reporters backed up in fear, and the villain sneered at them. “Try to stop us and she dies!” he yelled, holding his free hand to your neck. His fingers formed into sharp claws that pricked against your skin.
“Too late, we already called the heroes!” a man yelled from the crowd. The villain cursed under his breath, tightening his grip on your arm.
“Guess we both got unlucky today, girl,” he said to you, pulling his hand back to make good on his threat. You closed your eyes and braced yourself, thinking this was the end.
Instead, you heard the villain let out a strangled cry, convulsing behind you before releasing his hold on your arm. You stumbled forward when he fell against you, only to be pulled into another, much more gentle pair of arms.
When you looked up, it was none other than the Stun Gun Hero himself, brilliant golden eyes staring straight into yours.
“Falling for me, Y/n?” he said with a grin, helping you stand up straight. He left an arm around your waist, subtly pulling you closer.
“Kaminari-”
“Call me Denki, sweetheart,” he said, and your heart thumped harder in your chest.
“Well, D-Denki, thank you for saving me,” you said breathlessly. “You’re my hero.”
At this, Denki tightened his hold on your waist, leaning you into a dip, your back arched above the ground as he loomed over you.
“Damn right I’m your hero, Y/n. And I’ll never let anything happen to you, ‘cause you’re the thunder to my lightning, babe,” he said in a low voice, his breath ghosting over your lips with every word.
“Oh, Denki,” you sighed, throwing your arms around his neck.
All you could hear were the crowd’s excited cheers and camera shutters as Kaminari Denki passionately kissed you in front of all of Musutafu.