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The buzz of the motor echoed in his ears, as his body leaned forward, keeping the balance.

Face covered with a black helmet, a dark purple suit hugging his body. He was sporting boots and gloves, the capturing weapon swung behind. A safe gun attached to his belt, and on his back was an average-sized backpack.

The wind whistled in his ears as he drove through the city, noticing glares from people around. He didn’t care about them. He had a very important meeting to attend, and the time was running short.

It wasn’t his fault, per se. Who in the world asked someone who had just finished a mission to attend a meeting? He fell asleep the moment he stepped for a nap in his commissioner’s office and almost missed the third alarm clock. Yet, somehow, he made it in record time. Two minutes earlier than expected. Nice.

Parking his motorcycle was easy. So much, that he took a moment to appreciate his life choices - because the parking lot was stacked. There were a lot of teachers and visitors in the over-glorified U.A high school, yet not enough parking.

Shinsou slipped his head out of the helmet, raffling his indigo hair with his fingers. Fresh air reached his lungs. He needed to get going, but he also needed to close his eyes for a moment and recollect his thoughts. They could fuck off - he would take a moment for himself and just breathe .

After that, he hopped off the machine and walked inside. First-year and second-year students shot his way puzzled glances, whispering and pointing extingly his way. A bunch of kids, honestly.

Fishing out his phone, he paced to the teacher’s headquarters, checking which room was his destination. A minute later, he knocked on a heavy metal door which led to a meeting room; mentally preparing himself for whatever was about to happen.

When Shinsou stepped inside, he didn’t expect to see so many familiar faces. Aizawa, but he knew he was there. Principal Nezu, looking at him proudly. Present Mic, with his usual smug face, All Might as dominating as always, Midnight, grinning casually and Vlad King… The man’s expression was as indifferent as Shinsou’s, so he had no opinion about him. No one judged those of their kind. Not to mention that they talked once and it was more than a year ago.

“Welcome back, Shinsou.” Greeted his mentor, surprising Shinsou by the rather soft tone he used. All Might pointed at an empty chair between him and Midnight. Hesitantly, Shinsou sat, tugging timidly at his nape. “How are you?”

“Fine,” he was dead tired but that is a story for another day.

“Do you know why we call you?” asked Nezu, crossing his fingers.

Shinsou swallowed down a lump of nerves, but kept a stoic expression. “Not sure.”

“We want to congratulate you on completing your first mission!” Midnight clapped her hands, beaming. “You did well. We received many good reviews, which is rare.” 

Shinsou fought the blush that threatened to color his cheeks in cherry red, looking down at his feet. “Thank you,” blurted.

“You’re embarrassing him,” snorted Present Mic.

“Shut up.”

Aizawa and Vlad King growled simultaneously.

“What are your plans from now on?” Asked Nezu. His voice hinted that he was interested in Shinsou for some other task.

To complete his three years of studying in the U.A (according to a recent study program), he had to complete three missions throughout his last year of high school. Missions that Pro Heroes or some other rich twats gave him, like the one done today.  

Anyhow, his brain was too fuzzy to think. Tiredness rubbed off his face. He would burst if he didn’t get some sleep soon. Yes, it happened even to the best insomniacs out there.

“For now, taking a break,” huffed. 

“Okay,” Aizawa glanced at him. “Make sure to rest and relax. Tomorrow is a day off and then we’re getting back to studies as usual,” reminded him.

It wasn’t something he was happy to hear, but Shinsou wasn’t fazed. However, it did annoy him that they forced this fifteen minutes long meeting. Didn’t they guess how exhausted he was? Damn it. Anyhow, he didn’t let his irritation show, locking it inside of his stomach.

“Sure,” said through gritted teeth. “Now you’ll have to excuse me, I need some extra hours of sleep.”

“No worries, it was a pleasure to see you.”

Shinsou concluded that if he wasn’t sleeping any time soon (ahm-Insomnia-ahm), he would simply go on a walk.

Most of his classmates were back by now. Expect from Midoriya, Bakugo, and Hagakure. Those three had some complications, according to Kirishima. He could expect it from Bakugo and Midoriya, but Hagakure? That was weird. 

Before he walked out of the dorms, he noticed that a few others were absent, but guessed they went to relax somewhere after the tough three days they had. He yawned and lazily stretched, shuffling nonchalantly down the street. His body whined in pain, muscles sore and bruises pump. Yet, he brushed it off. 

Those were quiet, peaceful hours, in which people flooded the streets; but it wasn’t crowded. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around, searching for a cozy cafe to drink coffee and listen to music. There was a lot of time to burn until he had to head back to the dorms. 

Maybe I’ll go to the cat cafe? It wasn’t that far away and he always had a great time there. Cats, coffee and music - the best package deal ever. Smiling internally, Hitoshi imagined the cats he would play with; but since when did things go according to plan?

Never, and the explosion a few streets away emphasize his point.

He froze in his place and looked to the side, noticing smoke seeping in clogged clouds from a building. Predictably, screams and yells of terrified people came shortly after. Despite his will to relax for a few hours and ignore the whole world - he darted there.

The Pro Hero in training had no weapons or his costume on, but it didn’t matter. He would do anything he could, no matter the circumstances. That what the Hero License in his purse was for.

A few minutes later, Shinsou had reached the eye of the storm.

The evacuation team pushed people away, exchanging yells among themselves. In the turmoil of madness taking over, they didn't even notice him. His eyes searched rapidly for whoever caused the fuss, body pushing through the layer of smoke.

A figure moved a few inches away, furiously roaring and clacking with… Were those sharp spikes its teeth? Jesus Christ. It turned and let out a yell of anger, leaping forward - as a sudden burst of electricity hit it. There was only one electrical user in Shinsou’s memory, and that was no one else than the idiot that had studied with him in the hero course - Kaminari Denki. Also known as a Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt.

Out of the people he could meet during a villain attack, it had to be him, didn’t it? Wasn’t he supposed to be at the dorms, chilling with everybody else?

The fog dissolved. He stepped forward, noticing a gun lying on the floor. Well, he didn’t have an official license to use cold weapons, yet, but it was an emergency, right? “Back up’s here!” Called out, trying to voice it louder than the roars.

He received a glance from the blond, who then jumped into the air and sent an electrical current to the beast. “It’s alright!” yelled back, landing smoothly on his feet. “No need!”

Frankly, there was no need.

The blond darted forward and facepalmed the beast that tried to bite his hand off, sending another wave of electricity down its huge body. It cried out and backed away, body litting up from the currents. Denki watched it with a satisfied smirk as the beast fell, steaming and panting heavily.

Then he turned to Shinsou, their eyes locking for a brief moment.

“Ah,” he blinked in surprise. “I didn’t notice it was you! Hey!” Greeted, the smile slicing his face in half. 

Oh no. Shinsou had no stamina for socializing. Not with Denki nor with any other, except for coffee and cats. If the case was solved then he wanted to get back to his original plan. To his dismay, the blond bounced in front of him, blinding him with his radiating energy.

The sirens of the police, firefighters, and ambulance yelled from behind. People cheered for the teen, he defeated a monstrous beast. But Kaminari didn’t seem fazed by it at all - in fact, it looked like he was ignoring everything and focusing on Shinsou and Shinsou only. 

“What’s up, man? How was your-”

But he was cut abruptly by a creek of the wall of the building they were standing under. Slowly, Shinsou looked up, noticing it was crumbling. They stared at it in silence, until Kaminari let out a nervous laugh.

“Let’s- let’s getaway.”

For the first time, Kaminari had said something smart. “Yeah,” breathed out Hitoshi. “Let’s.”

Not that his hopes were answered: for things to go well, that is. As soon as they took their first step, the wall collapsed. His eyes widened and he darted, grabbing Kaminari’s arm and pulling after him.

There was a terrible screeching noise in his ears, as the wall lost against the demanding gravity; and was pulled down. He increased the pace, and so did the blond, both running as rapidly as they could-

And then he noticed the shadow of the wall too close to them.

Shinsou leapt above Kaminari without thinking twice. The teens crashed down. His face bumped into Kaminari’s chest as the boom echoed in his ears

The cracks of the wall collided with the ground. For a moment he thought that they were safe, but still pushed himself up to cover Kaminari’s much smaller body with his own.

It was bold of him to assume that it was over, and that none of them would get hurt. A second later, something crashed hard against his left ankle.

Eyes widening, body jerking suddenly. Pain rose in his leg. However, the most terrible thing was that he suddenly heard the beast roaring again. Are you kidding me?!

“Oya babe, I can do wonders in bed but that’s the wrong circumstances, dontcha think?” 

Shinsou glared at the blond beneath him. The situation kept on getting worse. “Shut. Up.” Hissed angrily, his patience expired. He wanted to chill with cats, not being smashed by a wall atop of an idiot!

The floor trembled beneath them, the beast jumped with an ugly battle cry. Shinsou shot his head up, eyes widening in a momentary terror. He didn’t have the time to think properly about his actions; the beast was too close. He had to act fast.

Violet eyes spotted a metal rod. Hitoshi stretched his arm out, his ankle cracking even more under the heavyweight of the ruins. And oh did it hurt like a fucking bitch. “Zap it!”


“Do it!” Yelled hysterically, sensing Kaminari’s fingers wrapping around his palm.

The beast darted, Shinsou swung his arm and clashed the rod against its head.  

Kaminari suddenly hit his forehand, yanking his body backward - and then: electricity burst in yellow madness, making Shinsou squirm and clench harder into rod. The scream from the beast told him that it hit it too, but his whole body was too shocked to assimilate. Until it ceased.

Taking a deep breath, Hitoshi carefully opened his eyes. The monster was still in the process of electrification, but he wasn’t. 

Looking down, he realized that Kaminari was holding his forehead, biting his lower lip. Sweat rolled down his chin and his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on Shinsou’s eyes. The purple head tried to distract himself from the penetrating gaze by observing the situation. Kaminari is manipulating the electricity toward the beast and himself, isn’t he? Yet, he couldn’t look away. The glowing, gold eyes were devouring his. 

The whole process lasted no longer than half a minute. The beast fell unconscious to the floor, faltering from the remaining zaps. Kaminari breathed heavily, lulling his head back and hitting the floor. He coughed, salvia dripped down his chin. “M-man,” his fingers let go of the rod. “That was close.”

“Yeah,” choked out Shinsou. They were quiet for a moment, only panting and calming down, before he cleared his throat. “Thanks… I guess.”

Kaminari smirked. “Anytime.”

It caught him off guard that Kaminari didn’t question him what he was thanking him for, because he himself wasn’t sure. He needed sleep.

More awkward silence.

“Dude,” Kaminari clapped his palm on Shinsou’s shoulders. “I told you. I’m a beast in bed, really, I can be your best sex friend. But dude, my man, you’re heavy. Get off.”

It took a second for him to process the thrown words at him, because at the same moment pain shot up his left leg; making him wince. “ I can’t.” Choked out, realizing the pain grew stronger with each passing second.

Kaminari’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, the wall crashed you?”

“Yes.” Hissed through gritted teeth. “I think my ankle is fucking broken. And you know what? It fucking hurts so-”

“Okay, listen,” he cut him, cupping his face. “I’ll send a wave to your Nervous System and trick your brain to think that you ain’t broke shit. It’ll last for a few seconds, I’ll send a really low wave. At that time, you’ll have to move so I can crawl out, okay? Then I’ll call the rescue team. Just don’t panic.”

It was odd, feeling his fingers on his cheeks and hearing his calm voice. He remembered a different Kaminari - a blond idiot that short-circuited himself; that panicked when the smallest thing went wrong and acted dumber than his left shoe.

Well, he always knew that Kaminari had some hidden intelligence that was repressed, due to insecurity or whatever, but he was still surprised. All he could do was to nod dumbly. Now that the adrenalin ceased, the real pain kicked in.

Kaminari took a deep breath and closed his eyes. And then - a warm wave of tickling electricity ran through his whole body abruptly. His shoulders relaxed, body lifted itself carefully.  Puzzled, as for how did his body move on its own, he felt Kaminari crawling from beneath him. The blond turned out to be smaller than he thought. It took him only a few short seconds to roll to the side and jumped to his feet.

The light feeling vanished, pain exploded in his ankle. He choked down a cry, bumping his face on the ground. Squirming, Shinsou bit on his lower lip, not letting himself announce the pain aloud. Shinsou could expect a lot of things at the moment, but none of them was the gentle ruffle of his hair.

“Don’t move. I’ll be back in a sec!”

His consciousness darkened. It was too painful, and the earlier zap made him… sleepy. He let out a shaky breath, trying to keep his eyes open, seeing Kaminari running off. Shinsou didn’t hear him anymore, black spots appeared in his vision.

And then, his conscious slipped.


After what seemed like an eternity - some light flowed into his consciousness. 


Something hammered in his ears, a growl vibrated in his throat. Opening his eyes was a tough mission, but eventually, he succeeded. Now, he waited for the tangling in his ears to cease. It took a second or two, before he was fully aware of his surroundings and the crippling pain in his left ankle.

The groan followed by the pain was slightly too expressive, he didn’t mean it like that. Someone tugged so hard at his ankle, that it made him jerk and cry out in distress.

“Fuck- Senpai, hold him!”

“Roger that,” a familiar voice.

Two palms were slapped against his eyes, and his head was pushed back. Instead of meeting the floor, it bumped into a pair of muscular, yet soft thighs; which it made him puzzled. Shinsou was utterly confused, the pain and lack of sleep didn’t help. Not thinking, he pushed his arms back and clenched into the wrists of whoever was holding him, trying to move the unwanted palms off of his face.

But then another tug on his leg made his body strain, and he whimpered, digging his fingers into the skin he was holding.

Ouch, dude!”

“Shut up-” choked out, forcing back tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks. A few more miserable minutes passed, and then, he felt a pat on his knee. The pain suddenly decreased.

“Your leg is healed.”

“Ah?” He let out.

The palms that covered his eyes finally disappeared, and the darkening sky of the early evening outspread before his eyes. He stared blankly at it, concentrating on the fat clouds that floated slothfully and peacefully.

Hesitantly, he rocked his ankle.

It still hurt a bit, as if he had tripped over his feet - but it wasn’t broken. Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position. Round, violet eyes focused on his leg. The only thing hinting about the former injury, was torn apart cloth. The realization that he was rescued from underneath the wall finally settled in his fritzed brain.

His eyes crawled up, to an unfamiliar guy, with white hair gathered into a ponytail that reached his shoulders, and green eyes. He smiled down at him, teeth so white it was painful to look at them. “I healed your leg.”

Shinsou cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

Now, was a great time to observe his surroundings. He was still in the middle of the earlier battle scene, but a few inches away from the wall that had crashed. The police, paramedics and other people were running around the place, cleaning up the mess. The beast was pushed into a huge track and… Kamui Woods was talking to a police officer.

Confused, Shinsou swallowed a lump of nerves, feeling drained.

Someone offered him a hand. He shot up to glare and his gaze met a pair of gold eyes. Blond locks messed up on a rather small head, bloody lips and nose. When did it happen? He didn’t notice. His clothes were torn from the battle, Hitoshi’s were too. 

Bruises, purple and blue mess, covered Kaminari's face.

They stared at each other in silence, before Shinsou brushed off the offer and jumped on his feet. A short string of pain zapped him for a moment, but he ignored it. 

The look Kaminari gave him wasn’t offended, but ill at ease.

He glanced back at the third guy, that was standing and observing him, too. Shinsou shifted uneasily in his place. For someone who observed and studied the environment and people around him a lot, he wasn’t comfortable when others were doing it.

What caught his attention was the hero costume the guy wore - a pastel green bottom up cape that reached his hips, the rest of the cloth dangled until his thighs. His pants were loose, white-colored, tucked into high beige leather boots. On his paws were white finger gloves. He looks like some rich twat.

“Senpai, are you alright?” He turned to Kaminari, and suddenly, Shinsou’s existence was ignored. Despite the brutal eye contest they just held. 

For the record, I won. Scoffed.

The blond blinked, shaking his head. “Yeah! Thanks, Hashimoto kun.”

And then it hit him. Senpai? Kun? Was Shinsou too tired to comprehend, or did Kaminari’s baby face toyed with people that much? Next to Kaminari, the guy looked maybe older, but not younger. However, now that he took another solid minute to perceive him, it occurred to Shinsou that the guy was a second-year student intern. That looked older than Kaminari.

It wasn’t hard to look older then Kaminari, but still.

“I’m glad to hear so, Senpai.” He smiled fondly at the blond.

Shinsou narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose. Was that a sexual, one-sided tension he sensed here? Coming from said kohai toward his ignorant Senpai, that was too busy rubbing blood off of his nose. He had to choke down a sneer, it was hilarious. 

People made their way through the ruins. They were mostly police officers that came closer, staring at them with round eyes and rambling nonsense. He took a deep breath, rubbing his neck. What else was he supposed to do? Cross mountains to get some sleep?

“Hi,” Denki shot him a mentally-exhausted smile. “I’ll handle this. You can go.”

“Okay,” Shinsou nodded, happily accepting the opportunity to ditch the unwanted socialization, that was flowing his way. Rapidly, he hobbled out of the scene, recollecting his thoughts. The cats’ plan, for today, was canceled. But, at least, he could get some sleep. 

Without crossing any mountains - what a relief.