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45 minutes.
It took 45 minutes before Ojiro looked up to see the big, slightly overly-wide, yellow eyes peering in at him. He grinned upwards, waving. “How did I do?”
Kaminari sighed as he peered down into the empty (unplugged) electric kettle at the little 6-inch form. “Good, but I won’t say I’m not a little mad at you right now.”
Ojiro smiled gently and sat up. “Well, you said that electric components and metal worked against you... so it seemed like a great place to hide!” As the large fingers came into the kettle after him, he beamed. “But you found me anyways! Good work!”
The large hand reached him and at first, just held gently without lifting him, the fingers kneading at him, though a little clumsily. Ojiro enjoyed it, leaning into the rubs, glad for a bit of warmth after having been settled on cool metal for so long, but then noticed the fingers shifting to move down his tail, gently pinching and massaging it as well. Ojiro shivered a little, enjoying this, but then yelped as his tail was grabbed and he was hoisted into the air, lifted out of the kettle. He chuckled, crossing his arms calmly as he was held upside down before the narrowed yellow eyes. “I know you didn’t like that, but you beat the odds and found me!”
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As they all worked to improve and further develop their quirks, everyone was discovering new unexpected aspects about their quirks and how they worked. Kaminari had recently discovered that he was able to ‘sense’ people near to him, having been able to point to the area that Hagakure had been hiding during a stealth exercise. After looking into it further, and talking with Midoriya and the teachers, it was proposed that the electric hero had a modified Ampullae of Lorenzini. This had baffled Kaminari as first, having no idea what this meant, but Midoriya had been eager to explain, boiling it down for him; It was the same organ that allowed sharks to detect the faint electric fields produced by muscle movements.
Delighted by this knowledge, Kaminari had been eager to improve it, the teachers all citing its usefulness if he were able to sharpen and control it; 13 excitedly remarked how exceedingly important it could be to find victims in a disaster area, while Aizawa blandly mentioned it would be excellent for finding stealthy opponents.
Kaminari was also eager, as it meant using his quirk in a way that didn’t endanger those around him if he were away from his modified uniform items.
But it wasn’t easy.
It was akin to standing in a dark room and being able to sense if someone was nearby, but only if you thought REALLY hard about it to the point of getting a headache, and your body was tense to the point of shaking as he fought to use his quirk without ACTIVELY using it.
More than once, Kaminari had let out a shout of frustration, his quirk exploding in a nondirectional burst as his body struggled with this new control, but after each outburst, he’d look up to see his classmates [at a safe distance to avoid being shocked] all encouraging him to continue, Ojiro especially.
Sighing, he would then try again.
It took some time, but he eventually got to the point where Kaminari would be able to point out where someone was standing, even when he was blindfolded! He couldn’t tell WHO it was, but it was a start! He would often derp himself if he did this too long, and drain his electric stores by a LOT as he worked through trial and error, but that was what the training was for!
Ojiro had been the one to speak with Aizawa about furthering Kaminari’s training, and after a bit of hesitation, the teacher had relented, and had signed the form for Ojiro to borrow one of the odd training bands.
They had been first introduced as a Search and Rescue tool, but after a series of strange, unfortunate and bizarre events, had revealed themselves to be something a bit more interesting. The band would shrink the wearer down to about 6 inches, making them hardier and denser than before, and could block quirks for a time [unless that aspect was deactivated]. It could even allow the wearer to be eaten safely, something that had been exploited in order to help save lives. The bands remained in use only at the school, getting further tuned and tested as the time went on, and slowly, were being allowed to be loaned out for training purposes.
Ojiro had proposed that now that Kaminari knew how to find people, in order to fine-tune it, he should focus on finding a SMALLER person. Midoriya, who had been listening in, had also agreed to this, adding that if Kaminari could also learn to focus his quirk like a scalpel, instead of always wielding it like a club, he could maybe even discern and recognize individual electric signatures in the future, being able to tell friend from foe.
Kaminari had been a bit bemused by Ojiro’s idea, flattered that he would help him like this outside of their normal training hours, but he eagerly agreed and worked hard on it. They discovered quickly that Kaminari had trouble finding the tiny Ojiro if he hid by a tv, microwave or other such electric or metal devices, so OF COURSE, Ojiro had focused his hiding spots around those areas, with Kaminari only allowed to go get him and have a ‘treat’ if he made a single, correct guess.
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Thankfully, Kaminari had guessed correctly today, though it had certainly taken a long time of him sitting quietly and focusing his quirk to find the pulses of the teeny, tiny heartbeats in his bedroom. His head hurt, he had drained a large portion of his quirk, and he felt sore.
Kaminari scowled and holding the small hero carefully by the tail, carried him away from his desk, grumbling, “Yeah, I found you, but now my head hurts. I need a compress...”
Ojiro smiled, swaying easily with his movements and trusting him to hold him, saying, “That’s fine. Just put me on the bed and I’ll wait for-WHOA!” In an instant, Ojiro had been lifted up and he found himself dangling over Kaminari’s open mouth. He stiffened, waving his hands, “Wait WAIT! Denki, no eating when you’re derped! You know tha--!”
But he had barely spoken when the fingers released his tail and he plopped down onto the soft tongue, the mouth promptly shutting tightly around him, his hips, tail, and legs sticking out, his upper half filling the space. Ojiro winced, waiting for the swallow, but nothing happened. He was licked at, sucked on a bit, but as he heard the distant noise of running water, he realized what had happened.
After using his quirk in such a strenuous way for such an extended amount of time, Kaminari was borderline derped; not enough to lose ALL cognitive functions, but enough to lose a LITTLE bit of his logic. He had needed both hands to turn on the faucet, and had been faced with the problem of Ojiro being in his hands. He had then easily solved it by putting the small hero into his mouth for the moment to free his hands.
Sighing softly, Ojiro waited patiently, his arms crossed on the tongue, and his head resting on them, enduring the soft suckling and licking. It was quite pleasant actually, especially after hiding in the chilly kettle for so long!
Soon enough, he felt Kaminari moving again, and then felt the dizzying sensation of the other student lying down on his bed, Ojiro now kind of hanging down into the mouth as Kaminari’s head changed direction. He felt the mouth loosen around him, but he wasn’t plucked out. Squirming, Ojiro knelt on the lower lip and with his tail on the chin as a balance, Ojiro reached for the teeth and pushed himself out of the mouth, gasping as his wet upper half came out with a soft ‘pop’. He shook his head, and stood up, a hand fluffing his hair to dry it a bit.
Kaminari had his eyes closed, a damp cloth on his forehead, looking pained.
Smiling gently, Ojiro moved forwards, sitting on his nose, the tail curled into his lap so the fluff didn’t tickle Kaminari into sneezing. “You okay?”
“M’head hurts...” the electric user whined softly.
“I know.” came the soft reply. “But you did so good today. Last time it took you an hour! You’re getting better at this.”
An annoyed, slightly dramatic whine sounded out. “Wanna charge...”
Ojiro smiled. “Soon. You wanted me to have you wait a little first. Help you build up your tolerance.” Ojiro knew that Kaminari had started to use artificial electricity to quickly recharge his stores when he wore them out, like charging himself from a wall socket, or ‘feeding’ from one of those phone-charger battery packs. But Aizawa had warned Kaminari against becoming dependent on those, and that he would have to let his body learn how to recharge itself, so Kaminari had asked Ojiro to help him with that.
Though, when he was derped, Kaminari forgot he had asked Ojiro to do that, and there was another whine, pleading.
But Ojiro was firm. “Just half an hour, like you asked. But I can offer you a distraction... Just relax your mouth. Don’t open fully, just let it gape naturally...”
After waiting for the giant to obey, the little hero got up and walked down to the mouth, feeling the soft puffs of air as he breathed.
Kneeling, Ojiro then rolled to his back on top of the mouth between the lips, like a hotdog in a bun, though he was about twice as tall as the mouth was wide. Still, he was able to lie comfortably, and he allowed his tail to dangle down into the mouth. Kaminari’s mouth wasn’t currently open wide enough for Ojiro to fall in, so he just lay there trustingly, feeling the tongue start to shift and move, licking at his tail.
With the tail between his teeth, Kaminari wasn’t able to shut his mouth fully, but he didn’t seem to mind, licking and sucking on the tail gently to distract himself while Ojiro relaxed, keeping an eye on the clock.
After the appointed half an hour, Ojiro spoke up. “Denki? You can charge now if you still need it.”
He felt the tongue pause, and then gently push his tail upwards and out of his mouth, helped by Ojiro rolling to all fours to pull his tail out, leaning on Kaminari’s nose. One of the large yellow eyes opened, and while it was still a bit constricted, it wasn’t as bad as before, and he smiled. “Snack okay now?”
As Ojiro laughed and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I think it’s okay now.”, the big hand lifted from the compress and reached, gently grabbing the tail, lifting the little hero into the air.
In a repeat of before, Kaminari lowered Ojiro into his mouth, but this time, he didn’t stop. Due to the earlier taste session with the tail, Kaminari’s mouth was all but flooded with saliva, and in record time, Ojiro was sliding down into his throat. He gulped eagerly, shivering as the tail slipped in last of all, flicking back and forth.
In a rush, he felt the heavy form squeeze down his gullet and tumble into his belly with a gurgling squelch. It always seemed to go so fast when he was a bit derped like this. Was it because his muscles were all loose?
Regardless, Kaminari huffed, his hand moving to rub his middle, murmuring, “Ojiro, you okay?”
“I’m okay!” came the little call. “The band’s working fine. You can nap.”
Ojiro heard the sleepy mumble as Kaminari replied to him, and then gravity started to shift as Kaminari rolled over to get his charging cable. Once he got it, he returned to lying on his back, and Ojiro also worked to make himself comfy. The stomach was empty save for him, so he was able to squirm and wriggle around without worrying about any liquids or food getting in the way. He was soon able to get to a comfortable position on his back, his tail tucked under him easily, and he leaned back, sighing.
Seconds later, Ojiro felt the flesh around him... sort of thrum ever so slightly. He only ever felt this when Kaminari recharged artificially, so he often wondered if it was due to the fact that it was electricity from a socket, and not Kaminari’s own body replenishing itself.
Regardless, as he heard the thick, heavy heartbeats start to slow down, Ojiro decided to think on this another time. He snuggled down, reaching a hand to pat the wall. “Sleep well...”
Sighing softly, Ojiro pulled his phone out of his pocket, glad it still worked when small. He had preemptively sealed it into a ziplock baggy before the training, which still allowed him to access the touchscreen features through the plastic, but kept the phone dry, and as Kaminari napped and recharged, he read quietly from the books he had stored on his phone, feeling relaxed.
End