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Growing up, Kaminari had a friend, Kyouka Jirou. A best friend. They were friends up until he was 9.
Before that, they were inseparable, wherever Kyoka was, Denki wasn’t far behind her. Truthfully, he had a huge crush on her; he really did like her.
Denki had to move away when he was 8. He was moving across the country for his mother’s job. But, right before he left, he gave his friend a quick kiss on the cheek. An action that he grew to slightly regret. Just because he was constantly teased about by his sisters. They still mentioned it from time to time.
He was now 16, and had just moved back to the town that he used to live in, again for his mother’s job.
He had never quite forgotten about Kyouka, but he couldn’t remember a ton about her. He remembered her personality perfectly and could recall multiple things she did and liked, but he couldn’t remember certain things about her appearance. Like what color her eyes were and if her hair was black or brown.
Denki was now attending Yuuei High School, and he wasn’t thrilled about switching into this school in the middle of the year. He had navigated his way to his first period class, where he was told to sit at a table with two girls. A taller girl, with long, black hair and eyes just as dark. Then, a shorter one, with dyed purple hair, cut short and bangs that fell just above her eyebrows. And one of them looked oddly familiar.
He gave the two a friendly smile as he sat down, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he somehow knew one of them from somewhere.
“Hey, what’s your name?” He spoke to the girl he found to be so familiar. Although, he did find her rather pretty, so maybe that gave him an actual reason to talk to her.
“Kyouka Jirou. Why?” She responded, clearly confused. After she had responded, her friend who was sitting next to her, lightly elbowed her, as if to tease her.
“Oh!” His face practically lit up.
“Do I know you?” She asked flatly. That did embarrass him.
“We used to be friends? Like until we were 9 or 10, or something.” He said, just hoping that Kyouka would remember at least who he was. And hopefully not what he did right before he left.
When she raised her brow in confusion, it hit him. His name. “Denki Kaminari.” He spoke, now completely embarrassed.
“Oh! You.” She remembered.
“Yeah, uh, sorry about that whole thing.” He awkwardly chuckled.
“The kiss? You’re fine. Not that big of a deal.” She shrugged, which gave him a little hope and brought a small smile to his face. “A little weird, but not a big deal.”
“It wasn’t that weird!” He said, attempting to defend himself.
“It was.” Apparently, even after all these years, she still liked to bicker with him. Maybe she did it to other people, he couldn’t be quite sure. All he knew was that he used to be the only person Kyouka would jokingly bicker with.
He knew she used to do it because of how worked up he could get.
The rest of the class, they just talked, with the addition of a few giggles and comments from Momo, who seemed to be having a great time poking fun at Kyoka for this.
By the time the hour was over, he ended up with a number and an invite to come by her house after school. And he was going to take that invite with no complaints.