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Denki wakes up to see a really pretty blond boy standing over him, eyebrows furrowed in worry and piercing red eyes glaring down at him.
“You finally awake, Dunce?” the boy snaps.
“Uh. Yep. I’m awake. I think. Though, who knows. A pretty boy worried about me, I just might be dreaming,” Denki says with a nervous laugh.
The boy huffs out a breath as pink dusts his cheeks. “Shut up. Can you stand?”
Denki sits up, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness and nausea.
The other boy frowns and offers his hand out. Denki tries not to blush as he takes it. The boy yanks him up, and Denki ends up stumbling into his very firm chest.
Denki can’t stop the blush this time. “Oh. Wow. That’s. Uh. You have a very nice chest.”
The boy shoves him away. “Must have hit your head harder than I thought.”
“Probably?”
“Kaminari! Are you okay?” a new voice asks as a heavy hand slaps his shoulder.
Denki turns to face the newcomer, a boy with sharp teeth and spiky red hair.
He shrugs. “I think so?”
“You really took a hit, bro. I’m pretty sure Bakugou thought he killed you with how wide his eyes got. He looked pretty worried, especially when you didn’t wake up at first,” the redhead says.
“I wasn’t fucking worried, dumbass!” the pretty boy snaps.
“So that’s your name? Bakugou?” Denki hums with a small smile. “It’s nice. I like it.”
Both boys stare at him.
“You forgot my name?”
That makes Denki’s smile drop. He tries to think. “Was I supposed to know your name? Sorry, everything is kind of fuzzy.”
The redhead gently grabs Denki’s arm. “Do you know my name?”
Denki shakes his head.
“Do you remember anything about us?” the redhead continues.
“Uh… I’m gonna be honest, I remember my name, and pretty much nothing else. Sorry,” Denki mutters, slightly nervous.
“Bakugou, you really hit him hard enough to give him amnesia?!” the redhead shouts.
“You think I fucking meant to?” Bakugou yells back.
Denki frowns. “What did I do for you to hit me?” If he’s honest, Denki feels miserable. He finds a guy who is the definition of beautiful, but the boy apparently hates him enough to give him amnesia.
The redhead seems to notice Denki’s despair. “Oh! You didn’t do anything! Just training gone wrong.”
“Training?” Denki echoes.
“Quit yapping. We gotta tell Aizawa that Dunce Face’s head’s fucked,” Bakugou snaps.
Bakugou grabs Denki and drags him over to where a tired looking man is talking to… a pair of floating gloves?
“Oh! Kaminari! Are you okay?” a disembodied voice asks.
“Uh. Yea?” Denki tries to look for the source. Are the gloves talking to him? Maybe his head is more messed up than he thought.
“What now, problem child? I thought you were going to bring Kaminari to Recovery Girl,” the tired man says.
“Idiot got brain damage,” Bakugou snaps.
The tired man raises an eyebrow.
“What Bakugou means to say is, we think Kaminari has amnesia. He doesn’t remember us,” the redhead pipes up.
The tired man looks at Denki then sighs. “Take him to Recovery Girl. Chances are she won’t be able to help with the amnesia, but she can at least take care of his other injuries. I’ll talk to Principal Nezu to figure out how to go on from there. Kirishima, Bakugou, you two are in charge of taking care of Kaminari until we figure out how to get his memories back.”
“I don’t want to babysit him!” Bakugou snarls.
“You got it, Mister Aizawa!” the redhead, Kirishima, says at the same time.
Denki looks at Bakugou who seems to be having a staring contest with Mister Aizawa(?). Finally, Bakugou lets out an irritated huff.
“Fine. Come on, Dunce Face,” Bakugou snaps before storming off.
Denki watches him go. Then Kirishima taps him.
“Dunce Face is one of Bakugou’s nicknames for you. So, he wants you to follow him,” Kirishima explains.
Denki pouts, him and the other boy going to catch up with the blond.
“Isn’t it kind of mean to call me Dunce Face?” Denki mutters.
“Don’t take it to heart. Bakugou calls everyone by mean nicknames. Like, I’m Shitty Hair, Mina is Raccoon Eyes, Sero is Soy Sauce, Jirou is Ears,” Kirishima says.
“Get over it,” Bakugou adds.
“Fine! Maybe I’ll call you some stupid nickname too!” Denki exclaims.
Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Like you don’t already.”
Kirishima lets out a small laugh. “Like you don’t let him.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR!”
Denki tries to think of something to call the other.
“Damn. I can’t think of any good nicknames for you,” Denki grumbles. “The only thing I can think of is pretty boy, and that’s not even mean.”
Kirishima chokes, and Bakugou turns pink, glaring at Denki.
“Pretty boy? Bakugou?” Kirishima laughs.
“Oh come on. You can’t look at him and tell me I’m wrong!” Denki says.
“I am five seconds away from blasting both of you to hell,” Bakugou growls.
“You already blasted him hard enough to give him amnesia! Give the poor guy a break!” Kirishima teases.
Bakugou growls, flings open the door of a random room, and shoves Denki in.