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If there was a god, he didn’t like Kaminari, that’s for sure. No matter how well he adjusted, shifted and changed himself to please whatever lord was above him, his achievements were only answered with more pain. The god he was forced to worship probably made him as joke, a gag. Something he could look down on and laugh at when he was feeling blue himself. Though Kaminari doubted god ever felt sad. 

 Kaminari couldn’t remember the first time he went to church, he was too young. But what he could remember, was the first time he went against his will. As a kid he never really minded that he had to get dressed up and sit quietly for a few hours every Sunday. After all, what five year old has other plans he would need to accommodate in his schedule? 

 He was only seven, he had made his first friend ever in class the week prior. Whatever the kid's name was, he couldn’t remember, had invited him to have a playdate on Sunday at his house. When Kaminari had asked his mom if he could go, he was met with a panicked no and a finger to his lips. Back then he didn’t understand why she had shushed him. 

 After that moment with his parents he wasn’t allowed to talk to that boy anymore. His mom had called the school and demanded he be moved to a different classroom. She had claimed another boy in his class was trying to convert him, ruin him. 

 Kaminari didn’t try to skip church again until his first year in junior high. By this point he already had his own ways of disobeying his parents. When he talked with his friends and learned how nice their parents were, something clicked into place for him. Normal families' lives didn’t revolve around religion. Sure, a lot of families cherished it and deemed it highly important, but not to the extent his family did. 

 Normal families didn’t threaten their nine year old son with eternal fire, beatings and being put up for adoption for telling them about his first crush at school. His first boy crush. 

 Normal families didn’t hide in a locked closet with their mom and little sister when dad drank too much. Or when he saw a bad grade. Or when his little sister dressed like a ‘whore’, even though she was only seven and didn’t even know what the word meant. 

 Normal families didn’t beat fear into their kids and make them hide any scars from it. Normal families didn’t do a lot of things that his did. 

 And so he rebelled, in small ways. During lunch breaks at school he would go into the bathrooms and get high with his friend, Koya, was his name. He was two grades above him but had been held back a year. Back then, Kaminari didn’t see any problems with himself, 12, and Koya, 15, being as close as they were. 

 It didn’t shock him when Kaminari realized he had developed a crush on Koya. After all he was so kind and so caring how could he not? 

 Soon, moments hiding in the big stall of the bathrooms and hitting his cart turned into something more. Heated make out sessions and big hands roaming his body. Just because he was three years older didn’t mean anything, after all his dad was way older than his mom. 

 One day during lunch Koya had asked him to hang out on a Sunday, they were officially dating at this point. Kaminari had of course told him he couldn’t. He knew that Koya hated his parents and their extreme views and standards, but he hoped he would at least understand. Instead he was met with an onslaught of ‘are you even trying to take our relationship seriously?’ and ‘I don’t know how we can continue if you don’t even try to see me outside of school’ and ‘do you even really love me?’ 

 Kaminari was stupid, he had fallen for it all. So he went home and stupidly asked his stupid parents. 

 Later that night he laid on his bed and sobbed as the blood dripping from his mouth mixed with tears. 

 The electric blonde was sure that this miserable life he lived would continue this way forever. But he was proven wrong half way through his second year. Someone had noticed the bruises on his face, wrists and other places. Instead of ignoring it, like many others had, they sent an anonymous tip to the authorities. 

 As soon as his family was questioned for the first time, his dad up and left. He didn’t take a thing with him, not even his phone. For a while Kaminari was sad, even though he hated the man, he still loved him as his father. But everything fades, and so had that. Any positive emotions he felt to his dad had left. 

 His mother became more tolerable, he still had to go to church most Sundays, but every once in a while she let him skip. No longer did he have any bruises on him or have to hide in the closet. His mom showed him more love and they had a closer relationship. 

 However, now that he could skip church, he could see Koya. At this point he had turned 16 and had his own car. He would pick him up from school and other places in town for their secret meetings. Making out and getting a little bit high turned into him losing his virginity and taking tabs, pills, and drinks he couldn’t even remember the names of. 

 This lifestyle stayed with him up until the present. Even though he was half way through his second year of hero school, he couldn’t figure out how to save himself. Kaminari knew deep down that dating Koya was wrong. He was a legal adult now with a full time job. He knew that taking random drugs at any chance he could was bad for him. But the overwhelming feeling of something he couldn’t even name for Koya overpowered it all. Kaminari felt loved and seen and protected by him, and maybe even a little fearful. 

 All of that led to his current problem, he was in the middle of home room while Aizawa was lecturing them on something and Koya wouldn’t stop blowing up his phone. Even though he hadn’t checked to see who was texting him he just knew it was him. His fear of being caught on his phone during class and his fear of not responding to Koya had his nerves alight. 

 Kaminari decided he could deal with Koyas anger after class and in his dorm instead of right now. 

 And then his phone began ringing. He rushed to pull it out of his pocket and end the call. Kaminari had assumed it was Koya calling, but instead it was an unsaved contact. Probably a spam call he decided. 

 “Kaminari, is there something you would like to share with the class?” Aizawa stared at him from his desk. 

“Ah,” he blushed out of embarrassment, “No, it was a spam caller, my apologies.”

 Aizawa sighed while the other students laughed under their breath at him, “Put your phone on silent next time please.” 

“Right, will do Sensei!” He grinned and threw up his thumbs. 

 Before he could even put the phone back in his pocket in rang again. Kaminari swore his heart would beat out of his chest. 

“Kaminari, why don’t you go ahead and answer that for the class actually, let’s see who needs your attention this bad right now?” Aizawa grinned at him, probably not believing it was a spam caller. 

“Oh, okay,” He raised a brow, slightly offended his teacher didn’t believe him. It really wasn’t anyone he knew. 

 Kaminari looked at the screen and pressed the green accept call button. 

“Put it on speaker,” Aizawa told him. 

 He pressed the speaker option and began, “Hello?” 

 The other line was quiet for a moment before there were sounds of shuffling, the whole room was on the edge of their seats hoping to hear something embarrassing. 

 Someone cleared their throat then spoke, “Denki?” 

 Kaminari swore he had just up and died. He decided to call now? While he was in class, three years later. What the fuck was his problem?

 He gripped the phone tighter in his hand, “Why are you calling me?” 

 A deep voice chuckled from the other side, “What? Am I not allowed to check up on my son?” 

 Kaminari grit his teeth, “I’m in class right now. In U.A. you know, the hero course?” 

“Shit, you actually made it into that school?” His dad replied. 

“Yes, and you would’ve known that if you didn’t decide to up and fucking leave us,” Kaminari hissed at the speaker. 

“Now I really don’t think that’s-“ He cut his dad off. 

“I’m gonna go, maybe I’ll call you later, leave me alone,” Kaminari finished before aggressively slamming the red end call button. 

 He glanced up at his teacher who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. During his call he had forgotten about the fact his whole class had heard him admit his dad had abandoned him. The room was full of confused, concerned and expressions that screamed pity. 

 Kaminari stood up from his desk, “I’m going to the bathroom.” 

 The fact that he took his backpack with him made it clear he wasn’t going to the bathroom, or returning from wherever he went, but no one stopped him. Tears were threatening to fall as he speed walked through the desks and to the door. If he had slammed it open any harder it might’ve honestly broke in half. Kaminari didn’t bother to close it behind him as he made his way down the hall and too the nearest exit. He was planning on going back to his dorm and sobbing aggressively into his pillow til he passed out. 

 As he made his way through the exit he got another text from Koya. An idea popped into his mind. The door closed behind him and he stood still infront of it while he pulled out his phone and opened Koyas contact. Kaminari pressed the call button and only had to wait a few seconds til it was answered. 

“Dee?” Koya had been calling him that for some time now, the nick name always made him feel childish, but he loved it nonetheless. 

“Koya, can you come pick me up?” Kaminaris voice cracked. 

 Shuffling and a groan came through the speaker, “Yeah, from school?”

“Please,” His first tear slid out. 

“I’ll be there in 10, wait by the entrance,” Koya informed him. 

“Alright, love you,” Kaminari cried into the phone.

“Yeah yeah love you too Dee,” The fond eye roll could practically be heard through the phone as he hung up. 

 Kaminari didn’t want to deal with his class questioning and pitying him when they got back from class. He knew the Koya wouldn’t push him or pity him if he decided to tell him. 

 The walk to the gates took about 5 minutes, he had exited though the back of the school and had to walk all the way around. No one was walking around inside school property or on the sidewalks outside of the gates. Kaminari made his way towards them and they opened for him after he flashed his school ID to the scanner. 

 Kaminari was looking right and left waiting for the familiar beat up white car to approach for a few minutes til he decided to scroll through social media until Koya arrived. His Instagram feed was filled with pictures of his friends hanging out with each other or their families. It made Kaminaris anger boil a little hotter inside of him. All of his classmates had at least one photo of them with a family member, a sibling, a mom or a dad. 

 He was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the sound of foot steps approach him until they stopped right infront of him. Kaminari looked up and saw the familiar pale face of Koya. His mid chest length black hair was tied into a loose bun right above the nape of his neck. Eyebrows unplucked and messy as they normally were when Kaminari hadn’t visited him within a few weeks. His lips were thin and barley pinker than the rest of his skin. The smell of his signature cologne wafted into his nose and the urge to bury his face in the taller man’s chest was hard to resist. 

“You ready Dee?” He smirked down at him. 

“Yeah, let’s get out of here, I need to work on those brows the second we get back,” Kaminari teased him as they walked over to the car. 

 Koya scoffed at him, “They aren’t that bad asshole.” 

“Oh come on, don’t even play that, you and I both know you love it when I do your brows,” He rolled his eyes at him as he opened the passenger seat door and sat down. 

 He hummed in response, “I like when you pamper me.” 

“What would you do without me?” The blonde giggled at him. 

“Probably shrivel up and die, maybe kill myself,” Koya shrugged as he backed out of the parking spot. 

 Kaminari slapped his shoulder lightly, “Don’t say shit like that!” 

“What? It’s true, I probably would kill myself if you ever left me.” 

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on leaving any time soon then.” 

———

 The drive to Koyas apartment complex didn’t take long. It was a run down place owned by a rude old man. The hallways and entrance were dawned in flaking wall paper and stained rugs. Flickering lights above them that hadn’t been changed in years, and probably wouldn’t be any time soon, didn’t fully light up the place. 

 Koya stopped in front of his door and took out his keys, “Home sweet home.” 

 The door pushed open with a creak and Kaminari was met with the familiar sight of Koyas apartment. It wasn’t impressive by any means. A small kitchen started on the wall attached to the door and panned out into the living room. There was no TV or couch, just a twin sized mattress tucked into the corner. His landlord had told him if he wanted the bedroom he had to pay an extra amount per month. The door to the locked bedroom was across the room from the wall to the bathroom. Strewn across the floor were Koyas cloths, and some of his own. 

 Kaminari kicked off his shoes and blazer before making his way to the fridge, grabbing a Diet Coke for himself, “Want anything?” He called out to the black haired boy already flopping back down onto his mattress.

“Nah, come here though,” He patted the mattress. 

“Was already planning on that,” Kaminari said before taking a sip out of the can and walking over to his boyfriend. 

 He laid down next to him with a huff and rolled his head on his chest. Absorbing his smell and the feeling of his tight T-Shirt on his face. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I called you?” He looked up at him. 

 Koya put a hand on his blonde hair and began running his fingers through it, “Wasn’t going to, but now that you bring it up, I am a bit curious.” 

 Kaminari leaned into his touch, “My dad called me.” 

 The fingers in his hair stopped, “What?” 

“I know right? In the middle of class too, my stupid fucking teacher made me answer it.” 

 Koya tightened his grip, enough to only sting a bit, “What an asshole.” 

“Yeah, I just- do I call him back? Block him? I don’t know what to do,” The blonde sighed, ignoring the sting. It was just something Koya did when he was mad, it was normal. 

 The fingers pulled a bit and Kaminari bit back a gasp, “Give me your phone.” 

 Not caring enough to refuse, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Koya. The older man typed in the password and fiddled with the screen for a minute before turning it off and placing it back in Kaminaris pocket, gently slapping it before moving his hand to wrap around his lower back. 

“What did you do?” He asked him. 

“Blocked him,” Koya replied while playing with the hem of his shirt. 

 Kaminari sat up and looked at him, “What?” 

“I blocked him, you don’t need to talk to him,” He replied, nonchalant as ever. 

“What the fuck I- I don’t,” Kaminari moved to stand up, “You didn’t even let me-“ 

 A hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, “He’s a dick, why the fuck would you want to talk to him? He would never approve of us.” 

“I don’t know? Maybe try and find out why the fuck he left?” Kaminari aggressively replied. 

 The hand pulled him closer, “He didn’t love you. That’s why he left. He didn’t love you, or your mom or your sister. He never did.”

 Kaminari felt a pang in his heart, he knew it was true but it always hurt to hear. He laid his head back down on Koyas chest, “I know that- I just, I don’t know. Never mind, you’re right. I should’ve just blocked him the second I hung up on him.” 

 Koya leaned down and pressed a kiss to his hair, humming in agreement, “I think you need to get royally fucked up.”

 Kaminari groaned, “Definitely,” and rolled off his chest as Koya leaned over the side of the mattress to grab something. 

“Here,” he held out a small plastic baggie, “Take some of this.” 

 He reached out for the bag, “What even are these?” 

“A surprise, just take two,” Koya told him. 

 Maybe if Kaminari respected himself a little more he would’ve pressed to find out what they were. But instead he dropped two pills into his mouth and swallowed with a sip of his Diet Coke. 

“You gonna take any?” He asked his boyfriend.

“Nah, Imma just stay sober for now, gotta drive you back later.” 

“You?” He pointed with a smile, “Sober? I'm dreaming aren’t I?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He replied with a grin and pulled him back onto him. 

Kaminari swung his leg over Koyas lap, straddling him before leaning down to his face, “Make me.” 

 And he did, Koya pushed up into him and pressed their lips together without a second thought. He sat up fully and flipped them around, now holding Kaminari down without breaking the kiss. One of his hands went to unbutton his school shirt, blazer already off from when he first came in. When the hand made its way to the last button a surge of nausea and a cold shiver made its way through him. He moved his hand to stop him. 

 Kaminari broke the kiss, “Koya wait I don’t feel-“ 

 The lips dove back down to him and kissed him again, against his mouth Koya spoke, “You told me to shut you up. No?” 

 He turned his head to the side, feeling oddly not in control of his neck, “No I don’t feel- I feel bad- whatever you gave me, it’s not-“ Kaminari babbled on, his thoughts molding together and no longer making sense. 

“Don’t worry Dee, I’ll make it feel better.” 

 Before he could even process it, his clothes were off. Time was skipping before his eyes and he felt like he was watching himself from an outside perspective. The nausea continued and he felt like he was freezing. 

———

 Kaminari woke up, sober, a few hours later. He looked down and saw he was still naked. There was something wet between his legs but the post waking up vision blur discouraged him from investing. Still out of it, he felt around for his phone and checked the time, 8:38. He looked to the side and saw Koya, also naked, dead asleep. Remembering what happened he shoved into his shoulder aggressively. 

“Wake the fuck up,” He hissed at him.

“Dee, what?” Koya turned around and cracked open an eye. 

“I said stop, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He gestured at him. 

 Koya sat up, “I was trying to help you feel better babe.” 

“Whatever, take me back to the dorms. It’s almost curfew,” Kaminari shrugged him off and stood up, reaching around for his clothes. 

“Alright, fine,” Koya rolled his eyes and got up, putting his clothes on too. 

 By the time they were out of the complex and nearing the car it was 8:45. He opened the passenger side door and slid into the car. Kaminari closed the door, just short of slamming it, and bucked his belt. 

“In a rush or something?” Koya tried to tease him as he sat down.

“Yes, actually,” Kaminari refused to look at him as he started up the car. 

“Alright I’ll be quiet Ms Debby downer,” Koya laughed at him as they began the route to U.A.

 The drive back was silent except for the sound of the radio playing quietly. It was set to some random news channel, talking about the upcoming weather. The tall dorm buildings came into view and Kaminari unbuckled his seat belt before the car even stopped at the gate. 

“Woah woah woah what’s the rush babe?” Koya turned to him as he parked in front of the gates.

“It’s almost curfew,” He replied stiffly and opened the door. 

 Koya reached out and grabbed his wrist, “No goodbye kiss?” 

 Kaminari shook away his hand and grabbed his backpack, “I’m sure you got plenty while I was unconscious.” 

 Koya frowned at him, “Dee, I’m sorry. I was just trying to make your high better.” 

“And I told you to fucking stop. Did you? No. Good night, I’ll call you later,” Kaminari ended the conversation and actually slammed the car door behind him this time. 

 He pulled out his phone as he walked through the gates and towards the 2-A dorms. The time read 8:56. Kaminari could probably make it in time, but he sped up his pace anyway. He had about a dozen missed texts from his classmates that he couldn’t find enough fucks to check. Right now he just wanted to be alone. Hopefully the common room was empty. 

 The familiar building was now close enough to see the light shining through from the common room. Of course people were still up, he could only pray that it was just one or two straggling students finishing up some homework or something. Kaminari walked up the steps to the door and took out his keys, flipping to the one for the dorms before shoving it in and turning it. He took a deep breathe and opened the door. 

 He stepped inside and instantly thought about just turning around and leaving again. The entire class was sitting around on the couches and tables. Even Bakugou was there, up past his bedtime. All of the heads whipped up to him as soon as the door shut behind him. Of course they would wait up for him after that stunt in class. 

“Hey Kami!” Mina called out him.

“Welcome back bro!” Kirishima spoke as well. 

“How you feeling man?” Sero asked him. 

 A few more greetings went his way before he sighed. 

“Hey,” was all he mustered out. 

“Where were you?” Todoroki asked from the table. 

 Most of the class turned to look at him. Obviously they had planned to question him inconspicuously, but Todoroki had fallen off script. 

“Home,” Kaminari shrugged, they didn’t need to know he had a boyfriend, let alone was gay in the first place. 

 A few students glanced at each other. 

“So, what was that about in class earlier?” Jirou questioned him. 

“My dad,” might aswell play it off as not a big deal, “Parents got divorced a few years ago, he hasn’t really talked to me much sense.” 

 That wasn’t really true, they never got divorced. He just left, so even if his mom wanted to divorce him, she had no way of contacting him for the appropriate signatures. 

“You never really talk about your family,” Hagakure chimed in. 

“Not much to talk about,” that was a lie. There was a lot he could talk about. 

 Kaminari really wanted to leave, like right now. He hitched up his bag on his shoulder and began walking to the elevators. 

“Are you going to call him back?” Todoroki called out him. 

“I don’t really see how that’s any of your business,” He grit his teeth and slammed his pointer finger on the button. 

“You’re right, it’s not, I apologize,” Todoroki bowed his head at him. 

“It’s whatever,” seems like Kaminari has been saying that to a lot of apologizes tonight. 

 No one else spoke to him as he entered the elevator. Waiting for the doors to close felt like an eternity, and when they finally shut he let out a long sigh. Sure, he could’ve been nicer, more upbeat, but Kaminari really did not feel like playing his part right now. 

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 The electric blonde had been sitting at his desk for around 45 minutes now. His anxiety from the previous day was too overwhelming for him to sleep. Of course, the said anxiety was making it too difficult to do his homework properly either. The white sheet of paper laid in front of him with one question answered. It was a simple sheet of homework. It should be so easy, but he couldn’t do it. Only 10 questions, but he couldn’t even do two of them. 

Are you fucking slow? I didn’t raise a stupid son. 

 His voice rang in his ears. Every time Kaminari sat down to get his work done, he could only think of his father. 

Do you even pay attention in class? 

 Phantom hands pulled on his hair and shoved his head into the desk. 

It’s like you’re asking for me to beat your ass Denki. 

 He never was. He really never was asking for that. Something inside his head just made it impossible for him to process the words on the paper in front of him. 

I don’t know how you expect to ever become a hero with grades like these. 

 Kaminaris grip on his pencil tightened. The page below him was becoming increasingly angering to stare at. Fake sensations of hands hitting him, pulling and holding him were mixing with what was really there. Everything around him became all to much. 

 He stood up from his desk in a hurry, the chair falling backwards behind him. The second it hit the floor with a thud everything fell apart. Kaminari jumped in the air at the noise and as soon as he realized it was a just a stupid fucking chair he crumbled. His knees hit the floor and his breath picked up. 

 Why? Why was everything so hard for him? All Kaminari ever did was pray, pray and worship so he could have a good life. But maybe that was the problem, he was selfish. He didn’t go to church and read the Bible just so he could appreciate all that god gave him. He did it all so things would be better for him. Kaminari was so so so selfish wasn’t he? 

 He scooted backwards until his back hit the wall underneath the desk. His own hands made their way into his hair and tugged, completing the phantom sensation himself. Under his breath he began reciting prayers and apologizing. Kaminari prayed that everything could stop, that his life could be normal. That his dad would come home and truly love him this time. That he could step foot inside his own house and not feel the underlying fear in his bones even though nothing there could hurt him anymore. That he could sit at a desk and just do his fucking homework. He apologized for being stupid. For attempting to use god in a selfish way. For never living up to his standards. For being a no good, filthy fucking faggot of a son.

 Everything around him was touching him too much, but he needed more at the same time. His skin felt too tight around his muscles and his teeth hurt. His hair was stuck to the sweaty skin on the back of his neck and forehead. Kaminari crossed his arms around his abdomen in front of his curled up legs. The overwhelming need to let something out had his nails in his forearms before he could think to not do so. He pulled and scratched at the skin. 

 Somewhere deep in his mind he knew that it wouldn’t help, that it would leave marks and hurt during training, but he didn’t stop himself. Instead he pulled harder, beginning to feel the softness of a deeper layer of skin. It was wet and probably blood, but he needed more. Kaminari needed to let it out, maybe deflate himself slightly by blood loss, so his skin would loosen up around him. 

 He was still muttering prayers and apologizes when a sharp knock rang out from his door. He paused in place, breath held in his lungs. 

“Open the door dunce face,” Bakugou called out from the other side. 

 Kaminari let his breath out, still shaky. He knew his eyes and face were probably bright red and his over all look screamed I’m not okay. How was he supposed to answer the door? Bakugou was such an angry person, he would probably yell at him. Maybe he would shove his head into the desk and make him just do his fucking work.

“I know you’re in there, I’m not stupid.” Right. 

 He cleared his throat, “Ah, I’m um, sleeping. Well, I was but you woke me up. Can we talk about whatever you need tomorrow?”

“I could hear you sobbing from the fucking elevator, let me in,” Bakugous muffled voice replied. 

 Oh. Oh shit. 

“Everyone else is still downstairs, playing some stupid game, no one else heard you.”

 Thank god. Literally. 

“Are you going to open the door or not idiot?” He sighed.

“Oh yeah um, right one second,” Kaminari stood up and pulled out his phone to check his camera. He definitely would not be able to pass for just sleeping, but even if he looked fine Bakugou heard him anyways. 

 He sighed and threw his phone across the room onto his desk and made his way to the door. Inhaling deeply before unlocking it and pulling it open. Bakugou was standing with his arms crossed on the other side. Immediately Kaminari felt his eyes scan over his body. As if he was searching for something. 

 Bakugou pushed past him into the room and plopped onto the edge of his bed. 

“So uh, what’s up, bro?” Kaminari sheepishly asked him. 

“The fuck is that,” Bakugou nodded to his arms. 

 Kaminari looked down at his arms, they were definitely more mangled than he intended. Deep scratches layered over the skin on both sides and had a bright red hue. Blood droplets were dripping from them, not enough to pool up and drop down, but enough to be noticeable from a distance. 

“It was- it was an accident I really didn’t mean to.” 

 Bakugou scoffed, “Right. Sure.” 

 He frowned and went to cross his arms but hissed at the pain when the open skin touched his shirt. 

“So what’s the real story with your dad?” Bakugou spoke and made him look back up from his arms. 

“That was the real story,” Kaminari continued his lie. 

“I’ll let you in on something, but if you tell a soul I’ll kill you sparky,” Bakugou glared at him. 

 He nodded and walked over to his desk chair, picking it back up and sitting on it backwards to look at Bakugou. 

“I don’t live with my parents anymore. The hag wasn’t the nicest I guess. Smacked me around and shit. Earlier in the year Aizawa found out or whatever. Whole shit show and long story short I’m a ward of U.A. now.” He told his story. 

 Bakugou was abused? It makes sense kind of, his angry demeanor and the way he never lets anyone in too close. Kaminari decided he should’ve noticed it sooner. 

“So, what I’m saying is,” he concluded, “If you need to talk about shit. I’m here or whatever.” 

 Kaminari cracked a small smile, “Aw Kacchan cares about me!” 

“Don’t deflect,” he raised a brow at him, “I did that shit all the time, you can’t fool the master deflector.” 

 His smile fell, “Right.” 

“So? You gonna talk about your shit or am I gonna leave?” Bakugou uncrossed his arms. 

“I guess, I mean, I wasn’t completely lying earlier,” Kaminari began, Bakugou could be trusted right? 

“I really haven’t seen my dad in two years but, they didn’t get divorced. He just left. I guess he wasn’t really the best dad before he left either. One day the police questioned us about our family and instead of trying to lie or, I don’t know, change himself, he abandoned us.” 

 He paused and took in a breath, “My mom didn’t have a job, we were broke for a few months. Dad never let her get a job, it wasn’t the woman’s role or something like that. My grandparents sent in enough money to get us by for a while til she got a job. But, she was still heart broken. For a while I understood, I missed him too but, eventually I realized how much better life was with out him. She still hasn’t. It hurts, because I know,” Kaminaris voice cracked, “I know she blames me. I know that it was my fault he left. My fault that he even became a bad dad in the first place. She’s never told me directly, but I know. The first few months he was gone she wouldn’t even look at me.” 

 It felt good to let it out for once. Kaminari had never really talked about this stuff after he left. Anytime he brought it with Koya he would get angry and anything he tried to say was met with glares and the same stinging feeling. 

“Why the fuck would that be your fault?” Bakugou crossed his legs and scooted backwards til his back touched the wall next to his bed. 

“It’s, it’s a long story,” Kaminari didn’t know if he was ready to come out. He knew that Bakugou and Kirishima had been together for a while but the fear of someone else knowing was strong. 

“I have time,” He shrugged. 

 He nodded and thought about his words for a moment. “My family has always been really religious. My dad especially. And with that, he really doesn’t approve of. How do I- okay. Sorry. He’s not exactly, good, with gay people. I guess.” 

 Bakugou didn’t interrupt, so he continued, “I think I might’ve been obvious or something as a kid? Maybe I told them about school crushes or something I don’t remember. But I know he knew, and I know he really didn’t like it. I wasn’t even allowed to have a life outside of being home, talking about the church and praying, and then actually going to church and praying.” 

 At this point tears were already spilling again, “Anytime I try to do anything, his voice is just still there. In my head, even though he’s gone. But now he’s not gone, now he’s calling me and I don’t know what to do.” 

“And even though I know I’m supposed to believe in god. I know I’m supposed to go to church and pray that he could fix me, but I don’t think I fully believe it all. Still I can’t just, not. It’s so confusing and I don’t know what to do, or how to feel. Am I supposed to suck it up and do what’s right, or follow how I feel and risk eternal damnation?” 

 Bakugou exhaled and opened his mouth, “Do you think me and Ei are gonna end up in hell?” 

 Kaminari looked up at him, “I don’t- I don’t know. I don’t want you guys too. I don’t want to either, but I don’t know.” 

“I know trauma takes time to heal from,” Kaminari flinched at that. It was the first time someone told him he might be traumatized, “But I think you should do what makes you happy right now.” 

“I don’t know what makes me happy.” 

 Bakugou grinned, “Our stupid friend group does right? So spend more time with them, us. Maybe open up to them aswell if you want, it’s not fucking weak or whatever to open up.” 

 Kaminari looked at him with a smile, “Our friend group?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou blushed. 

“You love us,” Kaminari cooed at him. 

“I tolerate you all,” He bit back. 

 Kaminari stood up and rushed over to his bed and threw his arms around Bakugou, swinging him back and forth in spot, “You love us! You love your friends so much!” 

“I will kill you spark plug,” Bakugou hissed at him, but made no move to exit the hug.

“You love me too much to do that.” 

———

 The two spent the next few hours together. At one point Bakugou helped him with his homework. Instead of yelling this time, he spoke softly and explained what he did wrong and how to fix it. Kaminari felt fully safe with someone in his class for the first time. 

“So what are you gonna do about training tomorrow?” Bakugou asked from where he laid at the end of his bed. 

 Kaminari looked away from his phone and at him, “What do you mean?” 

“I know those scratches are gonna hurt like a bitch when they start to scab,” Bakugou supplied with an eye roll. 

“Oh, yeah,” he looked back at his arms, “I’ll push through, it’ll be fine.” 

“No it won’t, don’t be dumb. Tomorrow morning we leave early and stop by Recovery Girl before class.” 

 Kaminari sat up, “I don’t want her to ask questions.” 

 Bakugou followed suit and sat up as well, “She won’t, she’s cool or whatever.” 

“Did you have to go to her for stuff like this?” He asked him. 

“A few times, but she didn’t make me tell her or anything,” Bakugou crossed his arms. 

“Just think about it, I can’t make you do shit, but going would make life at least somewhat easier for you,” Bakugou ended the conversation, “I’m going to sleep, text me if you decide you want to go tomorrow.” 

 He stood up from the bed and began walking to the door, “Good night Kaminari.” Then the door shut behind him. 

 The electric blonde cracked a smile, Bakugou called him by his name. In fact, he had told him about his secretive life and trauma. Bakugou had trusted him, and Kaminari had trusted him right back. 

 He stood up from his bed, grabbed his shower basket and towel, it was late now, nearing 11:30. Bakugou had stayed up for him as well. But now he should get ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day and he needed to be rested up well for it. 

 Kaminari made his way out the door and closed it behind him before walking down the hall to the elevators. He was tired, but wanting to responsible, he knew that he wouldn’t clean himself up in the morning. It had to be done now. 

———

 The lights flickered on as he flipped the switch on in the bathroom. Kaminari turned turned to the mirror above the sink and took in his reflection. He looked like absolute shit. His face was still patchy from crying and the skin around his eyes was red and swollen. His lips were tinted red and puffed up. The arms hanging by his side looked grotesque. Deep scratches lined them from wrist to elbow, dark red and oozing. The shirt he changed into earlier was now crumpled and sweat stains peaked through the armpits. A shower would do him well. 

 Kaminari reached below his shirt to take it off, the shower would be painful on his forearms. Oh well, he dug this hole, now he can lay in it. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and looked back in the mirror. He did not expect the sight he saw.

 From below his collar bones to his mid chest he was lined with dark hickeys. They started back up near his hips and descended into his pants line. Kaminari was overwhelmed, he had told Koya that hickeys were a no go since they started dating. If his parents found out he was getting intimate with anyone, let alone a boy, he would be punished. Even though his mom is kinder now, she would disapprove and shun him for having sex before marriage. He didn’t even want to know how she would react if she knew who he had it with. 

 He was fuming, Koya had taken advantage of his situation by having sex with him and then on top of it he crossed the one boundary he truly held when it came to their relationship. Kaminari always folded for him, always changed himself and let things slide but this was too far. He had training tomorrow, these aren’t injuries so Recovery Girl wouldn’t be able to heal them. God he was fucked. The blonde felt angry, hurt, and even a bit violated and gross. Those last few feelings confused him, of course he would be angry but why does he feel like crying? It’s his boyfriend, sex in normal between them. This is normal. Koya had pushed his boundaries and they would need to have an important conversation about this. 

 Kaminari never wanted to get high in front of him again, but why? It’s not like he was raped, it was his boyfriend for crying out loud. Right? He was confused by his feelings once more, why did he feel so grossed out by the fact his own boyfriend had touched him? If he hadn’t cried his eyes out to near dehydration earlier he might’ve cried again. But he did, so he just inhaled and finished undressing. His hips were covered in the same markings but they stopped a few inches past his pants line. 

 Trying to ignore the sting in his heart, Kaminari folded his stuff up and set it on a bench. He peeled open a shower curtain and stepped in before turning it on. The cold water had him hiss and tense up his entire body. He stepped off to the side, waiting for it to warm up. This was going to be awful wasn’t it? 

 When he decided it was warm enough to get in fully, Kaminari stepped back under the water and let it run over his head. He was trying his best to avoid getting his arms wet, so the process was quite taxing. After he deemed it soaked enough he grabbed his shampoo and rubbed it in, out of the way of the water. 

 Not a second after he got back under the water, facing away from the shower head this time, he jumped out of it in pain. His back felt like it was on fire when the soap suds ran down it. Had he fallen earlier? Oh well, he would just have to check it out once he finished showering. 

 Kaminari finished up, avoiding getting his back or arms wet and wrapped a towel around his waist. The mirrors were now slightly fogged from the hot shower he just took. Before dressing himself, he walked over to the mirrors and turned around to look at his back. The moment he saw the marks on his back, he should’ve left Koya. Years in the future he would look back on that moment and regret not doing anything. 

 Red lines littered his back, some just danced around without any pattern while others spelt out words or small drawings. They weren’t deep, but they were obvious. Words like mine and Koya were carved into his shoulder blades. Small hearts and star patterns decorated his lower back. Kaminari felt like sobbing, what the fuck had he done? 

  Thoughts raced through his mind. Did Koya purposely give him those pills so he could mark him up? Why would he do this? Was he mad at me? Should I break up with him? He shook his head at that last one, Koya loved him. He loved Koya. They belonged together, but he had simply just crossed a line. He would call him tomorrow to talk about this. It wasn’t a big deal. (His shaking shoulders and wet eyes full of fear begged to differ) 

Chapter Text

  Buzz

 Buzz

 Buzz 

 Kaminari groaned and sat up. Who the hell was calling him this early? He grabbed his phone and pulled it off the charger to be met with Bakugou's contact. He clicked the answer button and flopped back down onto his pillow. 

“Dunce face, you haven’t answered any of your texts. Did you just fucking wake up?” Bakugou seethed through the phone.

“Yes?,” He pulled away from the speaker to check the time, “We literally have an hour til class starts, why are you calling me?” 

“Idiot, you were the one that agreed to go to the old ladies office this morning!” 

 He shot up out of bed, “Oh shit, I forgot. I’ll be down in 15 minutes. Is that cool?” 

 Bakugou sighed, “Yes that’s fucking fine, I’ll make you something to eat so we don’t waste any time.”

“The world renowned chef Bakugou cooking for me? I feel special,” Kaminari grinned. 

“Fine! Starve for all I care!” 

“No no no! I’ll be there in 15! Thank you for the food!” He tried to backtrack.

“That’s fucking right. Any later and I’m throwing it in the trash.”

“Okay okay! See you soon,” Kaminari bid his farewell. 

“Fuck off,” Bakugou said before ending the call. 

 Kaminari chuckled as he tossed his phone on to his bed and made his way over to his uniform folded up on his desk. He had left it crumpled on the floor by his bed till Bakugou came in last night and yelled at him while folding it for him. A weird form of showing love, but he’ll take it. 

 Thankfully his uniform covered any tracks that Koya had left on him yesterday. If he had put any just a bit higher he would have, well, he would’ve actually done the same thing. Maybe been slightly more mad. Oh well, he threw the blazer over his shoulders, ignoring the sting on his arms. Today was going to be torturous. Thank god it was Friday at least. His friend group had a squad sleepover at each other’s houses every Friday night. Most times they spent it at Seros, all of them taking advantage of his mom's fantastic cooking. No matter which house he was at though, he always found himself having a good time. It could’ve gone without saying that they had never gone to his house. 

 After finally finishing putting on his scratchy uniform he walked back over to his bed and pocketed his phone. He wasn’t going to sleep here tonight, so he might as well make the bed for when he comes back tomorrow. Kaminari tucked in the covers and fluffed his pillow before walking over to his desk where his backpack was sat on. He had already thrown in a pair of sweatpants and a different shirt the night before. 

 He threw the back pack over his shoulders and hissed as it slapped into his back, pressing into the cuts. Hopefully Recovery Girl could accidentally heal those, because he was not going to show them to her. That would definitely make her ask a few questions. Not that anything needed to be questioned but, from an outside perspective maybe it looked wrong. Well, it was a little wrong, but Koya didn’t mean it negatively. Whatever. 

 Shaking his head to get rid of that train of thoughts he began his walk downstairs and locked the door behind him. The dorms were practically silent, everyone still getting ready or just waking up. Kaminari was never up this early, let alone ready for the day. 

 The elevator chimed as the doors opened up to the bottom floor. Only the kitchen light was on, the sun was still rising and lit the common room up in an orange hue. He walked over to the kitchen and spotted Bakugou sitting by the counter finishing up the food on his plate, and an untouched one sitting next to it. 

“Morning Bakugou!” Kaminari smiled at him as he grabbed the plate and began shoveling it into his mouth while still standing. 

“Don’t fucking choke on my food,” Bakugou grinned at him.

“You got it boss!” He spoke with his mouth full, sounding more like ‘oo goch ich both!’ 

“And don’t speak with your mouth full either,” He rolled his eyes as he stood up with his now empty plate to wash it. 

 Kaminari threw a thumb up with the hand he wasn’t using to eat. Even though it was a simple breakfast meal, he could feel the soul poured into the food. He finished it faster than he thought he would and washed his plate, setting it off to the side to dry. 

“Lets fucking go before the extras wake up,” Bakugou nodded his head to the door. 

“Am I not an extra?” Kaminari teased him as they walked towards the door. 

“I tolerate you more than the rest,” He opened the door and stepped outside, Kaminari shut it after he exited behind him. 

“This is so slay.” 

 Bakugou raised a brow from beside him, “It’s what?”

“It’s so slay!” Kaminari repeated while they fell into step together. 

“And the fuck does that mean?” 

“You wouldn’t get it. You’re too old.” 

“We are the same fucking age!” 

———

 They made it to Recovery Girls office 30 minutes before class was supposed to start. Just enough time to get this over with and make it back before the bell. Bakugou knocked on the door, out of character for him. 

 Recovery Girl quickly opened the door, still sat in her rolling chair, “Bakugou! Good morning,” She shifted her gaze to him, “Oh and you brought Kaminari with you. Come in boys!” 

 Both of them followed her into the room and the door shut behind them. The room that normally felt comfortable to him after waking up from frying his brain felt colder and scarier now. 

“So, what brings you two here today?” She looked between them both, searching their faces for any injuries, “You didn’t get into any fights did you?” 

 Bakugou scoffed, “No you witch, Kaminaris arms are fucked up. Can you do something about it?” 

 She simply smiled at him before turning to said lighting quirk user, “Alright dear, come sit up on the bed and roll up your sleeves for me,” she patted the hospital bed, gesturing for him to sit. 

 Kaminari nodded his head and sat down, taking off his backpack and blazer. The short sleeves of the school shirt didn’t need any rolling up. She grabbed one of his wrists and flipped it around, taking in the injury, before doing the same to the other. 

“I’ll give you a quick peck and you can stay here till class starts, sound good to you?” Recovery girl looked up at him. 

 He simply hummed and nodded again. She leaned down and pecked both of his wrists. Instantly he felt his eyes droop and body relax. Any energy he got from making himself wake up this morning was gone. Before he could drift off sitting up, something smacked into his face. 

 Kaminaris eyes flew open and his arms flew in front of his face, “Huh? What- what the fuck?” 

“Language,” Recovery girl called to him from where she was doing paperwork at her desk. 

“Eat that shit, don’t need to be falling asleep in class later,” Bakugou gestured to the object he threw that was now in his lap. 

 Kaminari picked up the apple sauce and screwed off the lid, “So Bakugou gets to curse in your office?” 

 Recovery Girl looked up at him, “Of course he does, he’s practically my grandson.” 

“Shut it hag,” Bakugou glared at her. 

“He loves me, truely,” She chuckled and shook her head. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” He rolled his eyes. 

 Right, Bakugou was a ward of U.A. Of course someone was going to take up a parental role of sorts for him. The scene was wholesome, and made his heart fill up a bit for the explosive boy. Kaminari was glad he had so many people that cared for him. Feeling jealous of that was selfish. He shouldn’t think that way. 

 He finished up the apple sauce and threw it into the bin next to the bed. The tired feeling had dissipated about half way, enough for him to feel ready to head to class. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time, 10 minutes till home room started. 

“You ready to head to class?” Kaminari looked up at Bakugou. 

“Yeah lets fucking go,” He replied, standing up from he chair he waited on. 

———

“Bakubro! Kami! Where were you two?” Kirishima called out to them as they walked through the door. 

“Yeah, we were waiting on you guys!” Mina frowned. 

 Bakugou shrugged and sat in his seat, “Secret.” 

 Kaminari wouldn’t say it, but the fact that he hadn’t said anything made him feel better about the whole thing. With everything that had happened yesterday, he was sure his friends would press if they knew they went to Recovery Girl. 

“You two making out or something?” Kirishima raised a brow and crossed his arms. 

“Don’t be dumb, obviously not. I’m taken and he’s straight,” Bakugou rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

“I know I know, just making sure,” The red head stuck his tongue out at him. 

“You guys ready for tonight?” Mina asked the group. 

“Oh yeah, wait shit! I just remembered, my mom said she was having some important business dinner at the house tonight. I forgot to tell you guys we have to find somewhere else,” Sero informed them. 

“Damn, we can’t do mine, my moms are out of town,” Kirishima frowned. 

“My parents are in the middle of moving, mom said she doesn’t want us all there for the next week or so,” Mina chimed in. 

“Kami! What about your house? We’ve never even met your parents- er- mom, so it would be perfect!” Kirishima turned to him. 

“Oh um,” for fucks sake, “I would have to ask her, she’ll probably say no though, why don’t we do Bakugous?” 

“Please ask her! I wanna meet your mom!” Mina pleaded. 

“Okay okay, I’ll ask her, don’t get your hopes up though,” Kaminari smiled shakily. 

“So text her!” Sero gestured to him. 

“Right now?” God he didn’t want to deal with a fight right now. 

“Yeah!” 

“Alright,” He shook his head and took out his phone. 

———

Mom

Hey mom, my friends are asking if they could come over tonight. It’s okay if not. 

Good morning Denki, that should be fine. Your sister is having her friend over as well. How many people? 

Four. One of them is a girl but don’t worry, she has a long term boyfriend. 

Alright… 

I’ll make a big dinner for you all. 

See you tonight

See ya, love you mom. 

Read at 7:58

———

 For fucks sake. This was the one time he actually wanted his mom to tell him he couldn’t have friends over or go out. How would he break the news that his best friends would have to hide their relationship for the night. 

“Well? What did she say?” Mina looked over at his phone. He quickly closed it and looked up at her. 

“She said it’s cool, but uh, just so you know, I told her you have a boyfriend. Just so she wouldn’t flip about me having a girl over, so if she asks about it just play along,” Kaminari sheepishly told her. 

“That’s fine! I totally get it, I told my parents all of you were gay months ago!” Mina smiled at him. 

“Oh!” She did that, and her parents were cool with it. Right, always forget how different other people's families are. 

Everyone’s heads turned to the front as Aizawa stepped out of his bag, “Good morning class.”

———

 The day flew by quickly, for hero training he just changed in a stall. It had been years since he had to do that, but times change, and history repeats itself. The so called ‘Bakusquad’ was now all sitting on the train to Kaminaris house. 

“So Kami, anything we should know about your family? You literally never talk about them, like do you have any siblings?” Sero asked across from him. 

“Hm? Oh yeah, I have a little sister. She’s seven. I think she’s having her friend over as well.” 

“You have a little sister! What’s her name?” Mina bumped into his shoulder. 

“Danny,” He supplied.

“Danny? Isn’t that an American name?” Sero questioned him. 

“Yeah, my dad's American. He named her, my mom named me,” Kaminari shrugged his shoulders. 

“That’s so cute!” Mina smiled. 

“So what’s your mom like? Is she hot?” Sero wiggled his eyebrows at him. 

“Ew!” Kaminari made a face of disgust, “That’s gross. But she’s cool. Um, she’s pretty strict though.” 

“Strict how?” Kirishima asked him. 

“Just like, don’t tell her you and Bakugou are like, ya know. She may not like me harboring couples,” He laughed. That was true, but definitely not exactly what he meant, “Oh, also don’t curse, or like. Say things that ‘uses the lord's name in vain’” Kaminari used his fingers as quotation marks, “She’s pretty religious and stuff.” 

“She’s not like, homophobic right?” Kirishima looked at him. 

“I don’t think so?” That was a lie, “But she’s definitely not the most, uh, progressive person I’ve met.” 

“Ah okay,” The red head smiled and nodded. 

 Eventually the train stopped at his exit and they all piled out, making their way to his house. It was a relatively short walk, so they made it there in no time. They all waited in front of the door while Kaminari pulled out his keys and unlocked it. 

“You guys can take your shoes off here,” Kaminari said while shrugging of his own. 

 The door opened up right into the living room that connected to the kitchen. All the walls in the house were painted in a light grey. The walls were bare except for the occasional cross hanging up, or family photo. Two small light blue couches sat in a corner. A TV sat on the opposite wall of them, turned to a random news channel. 

 Across the room was the tiled counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. His mom was cooking away at something and turned to them with a small smile. 

“Welcome home Denki. Why don’t you come here and introduce me to your friends?” She called him over. 

 The group of five walked over to the kitchen and his mom paused what she was doing to lean on the kitchen counter. 

“Alright well, mom, this is Mina,” he pointed to the pink haired girl. 

 His mom smiled and nodded at her. 

“This is Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou,” He gestured to the rest of his friends. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you all, Denki struggled to make good friends when he was younger,” she winked at him. 

“Mom!” He whined at her while his friends struggled to keep in their laughter. 

“Well you guys can go head up to Denkis room, I’ll call you down when dinner is ready,” She smiled at him. 

 His friends followed behind him as he walked up the dark wooden stairs. Kaminari had to actively ignore all the years he practiced finding all the spots to avoid. His friends probably wouldn’t notice it, but just in case. He made his way to the door to his room and opened it up. 

 The room wasn’t anything special, he wasn’t allowed to have anything too excessive in there. All of his creative design went into his dorm room. A twin sized bed was pushed into the corner, a dark grey quilt covered white sheets. A small cross above his bed, he took it down once when he was younger because it kept scaring him when he woke up at night. When his dad found out, he wasn’t exactly pleased. A record player sat on a desk with pictures of his friends pinned to a cork board above it. The shelf next to the desk held all his records and other small trinkets he left here. A pile of blankets and extra pillows were stacked on top his dresser. 

“Wow Kami, I thought your room would’ve been more, you,” Mina looked around the room before plopping onto his bed. 

“Yeah, it feels like I stepped into a morgue,” Sero said while making his way to his desk chair. 

“Really feeling the love guys,” He rolled his eyes, “I brought all my stuff with me to U.A. I’m there most of the time anyways.” 

“True true, but still,” Mina looked up, “Hey, are you religious too?” 

 Kaminari followed her gaze to his cross before closing the door, “It’s complicated.” 

“How so?” Sero asked him. 

“Are we really gonna talk about that right now? You all have homework that needs to get done,” Bakugou spoke up, saving his ass, 

 A chorus of groans rang out around the room. Kaminari sat down on his bed with Mina and pulled his work out of his bag. Sero stayed at his desk while Bakugou and Kirishima sat on his fluffy rug in the middle of the room. 

 They worked for a while before Sero slammed his head on the desk, “I’m dying! It’s literally Friday. Why do you always make us do this?”

“Because I know you idiots won’t do it the rest of the weekend,” Bakugou called him out. 

“True,” Kaminari chuckled.

“Hey Kami,” Sero spun around to look at him, “Does this thing work?” He pointed at his record player. 

“Huh? Oh yeah it does. Do you want me to put something on?” Kaminari replied. 

“Dude! That’s so cool! Play something!” Kirishima grinned at him, practically beaming with pride. 

“Alright alright, let me surprise you guys,” He said while crouching down and looking through his records. 

“Dude, you have so many of those,” Sero leaned down and looked with him. 

“Yeah, it’s how mom would reward my good grades when I was a kid. Give me a few dollars and let me run off to the music store down the street. Thankfully she doesn’t know any English, she would hate most of these albums,” He laughed under his breath before picking one up. 

“You know, Jirou would love all of these old music things,” Mina wiggled her brows at him.

 He rolled his eyes, “For the last time, I don’t have a crush on Jirou.” 

“Whatever you say man,” She raised her hands in front of her. 

 He scoffed and pulled the disc out of the paper holding it and placed it on the player. He fiddled with the controls and volume for a minute before the familiar crackling started. This was his favorite album, on nights when his dad would take out his anger on him he would sneak back up to his room and listen to it on the lowest volume setting and fall asleep on his desk. 

 They finished up their homework pretty fast after that and laid around chatting or playing games on their phones till his mom called them down for dinner. The sun had set at this point so his mom had flipped on the light above the table and had already set out all the food in the middle of it. 

“Hey Denki, could you set the table? I need to go grab your sister, I don’t think she heard me,” His mom smiled at him. 

“Yeah for sure, you guys can sit down,” Kaminari said over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen. 

“Do you need any help?” Kirishima asked from behind him. 

“Nah,” he shook his head while collecting the proper amount of plates, “You guys are the guests, I got it.” 

 Kaminari scooped up a few forks and knives before making his way back to the table with all of them. He placed the plates and utensils in front of his friends and the other four spots for himself, his mom, his sister and her friend. 

“I’m gonna go see what’s taking them so long, be right back,” Kaminari said before going upstairs to his sister's room. 

 He was about halfway up the stairs when he could begin to hear his mom and sister talking about something, or rather, his mom practically screaming and his sister crying. Kaminari picked up his pace and knocked on the door to his sister's room. The voices stopped and the door swung open to his mothers very agitated face.  

 She grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him in before shutting the door behind him, “Get in here. Now.” 

 He took in his sister crying in the corner of the room and her friend sitting in fear a few feet away, “Is everything okay?” 

“No, nothing is okay. You’re queerness infected your little sister too! I opened the door to this rascal kissing her on the fucking cheek! She is seven years old! You fucking did this!” She hissed at him. 

“Mom I’m sure that-“ He tried to come up with something but she cut him off. 

“No, don’t speak. We are going to go back down there, eat our meal. Then I am sending you and all your friends back to U.A. I need to have a night at the house alone with your sister,” She pointed at him, “I don’t know if you’ve gotten over your unholy ways, but either way it changed her. You ruined my daughter!” 

 Kaminari just hung his head, “I’m sorry.” 

 She scoffed at him, “Sure you are. Let's go. Danny, you stay up here and help that girl pack up. You are never welcome in my house again.” 

 His mom walked out the door and made her way downstairs. Once he was sure she was all the way down he ran over to his sister and her friend, dropping to his knees. 

“Are you guys okay? Did she hit you? I’m so sorry-“ He tried to apologize.

“It’s okay Denki. I’ll be fine,” His sister interrupted him. She was too young for this. 

 He turned to her friend and whispered, “Why don’t you give me your mom's number? I’ll call her and tell her to come pick you up. We can make sure you guys can still hang out okay? It just has to be a secret from mom.” 

 The girl nodded her head and listed off the number as he punched it into his phone, and texted her telling her to come pick up her daughter. 

“Alright, I’ll tell you when she’s here. I love you Danny, see you soon,” He bent down and hugged her close. 

“Love you too Denki.” 

 Kaminari stood up and made his way out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. This time when he went down stairs, he purposely stepped on all the loud stairs. Maybe it was to peeve off his mom a bit. Oh well. 

“Oh welcome back Kami!” Kirishima smiled at him. 

“Sorry I took so long, had to use the restroom,” He smiled. 

 He made his way to his seat in between his mother and Bakugou. His nerves felt on fire on his left side, the proximity to his mom making him anxious. 

“Now that everyone is here we can say grace,” his mom smiled and bowed her head, closing her eyes. 

 Kaminari urged his friends to follow suit as his mom spoke. She didn’t go on for too long before sitting up after an amen. Soon enough everyone was digging into the meal she prepared. By no means was it comparable to Seros mom's cooking, but he complimented her on it anyways. The next few minutes were filled with laughing and chatter as his friends all talked with his mom. Eventually he felt a buzz in his pocket and checked it to see that Danny’s friend's mom was waiting outside. 

 He stood up from the table, “I have to, uh, use the restroom, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

“Didn’t you just go?” Sero asked him.

“When duty calls,” He shrugged him off and went back up to his sister's room. 

 Danny and her friend were huddled together on her bed. The friend was still crying but Danny had long stopped, “Hey kiddo, your moms here. Want me to walk you out?” 

 She shook her head, “It’s okay, I’ll leave by myself. Your mom seemed angry at you, I don’t want her to be anymore angry.” 

“Thanks kid, I appreciate that,” he sighed. If she had asked him to, he would've, but his mom would see him and she would be pissed. 

“I’m gonna go back down now, you try and come down as quiet as you can in about 5 minutes okay?” Kaminari told her.

 She nodded at him and he stood up, making his way back downstairs again. Of course something like this would happen while all his friends are here. If they weren’t he would’ve stepped in more, been a begged big brother. But he was scared of what his friends would think of him if they saw the awful family dynamic. In no time he was back in his seat and eating again. 

“Hey, don’t you have a sister? Why is she not eating with us?” Mina asked him right after he sat down. 

“Oh,” can he catch a break for a second please, “Apparently she snuck a bunch of snacks upstairs earlier. Ruined her own appetite.” 

“My mom would kill me if I did something like that,” Sero laughed from across the table. 

“Yeah,” he let out a fake laugh. 

 No one noticed his mood change throughout the entire meal, or when the girl snuck out. Eventually everyone was done eating and helping bring their plates to the sink to be washed and set aside to dry. 

“Denki,” his mom called to him, “I’m so sorry but I just remembered. I’m having the house fumigated early tomorrow morning. You guys should probably head back to the dorms. I apologize for forgetting, I just got a reminder on my phone. Old people and their forgetfulness right?” She laughed. 

“It’s okay mom,” he turned to his friends, “Is that cool with you guys? Sorry about that.” 

“Yeah it’s okay! We should definitely come visit your mom again soon though!” Kirishima gestured at her. 

“It’s all good, and I agree. It was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Kaminari,” Mina smiled at his mom. 

“Alright, we can grab our stuff and head out after the dishes are done. Might as well try and get back near curfew,” Kaminari shrugged. 

 He wanted to stay for his sister. Lord knows tonight would be hell for her, but he couldn’t call his mom out in front of everyone. He was too much of a coward. So without another word to her, he was out the door with his things and his friends after saying their goodbyes. Soon he’ll be old enough to get himself and his sister out of there. A small apartment with him, Koya and Danny. That was all he would pray for tonight.