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ϟ 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘵... 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴? 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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alright, so i adore the kaminari traitor theory,

even though it will more than likely never happen

and i would cry forever if it ever did

there was a LOT of inspiration for this piece

and i’ll pop them in the gallery for you to have

a gander at :)

I COULD NOT FIND THE ARTIST OF THE ART

ON THE COVER AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING

FOR LITERAL DAYS TO FIND THEM, PLEASE

COMMENT IF YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE SO

I CAN CREDIT THEIR AMAZING WORK!!!

i hope you enjoy!~

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“𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘺.”

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𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

Ask anyone about Denki Kaminari and they’d tell you that he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Kirishima would try to put it nicely, having a solid friendship with the boy and being too kind for his own good when it counted. Bakugou however would make his comments on the blond a bit more demeaning, throwing in a few slurs and curses to emphasise that his quirk was more than likely to blame for how much of a ‘dumbass’ he is.

“It probably fried his brain so much that he lost cells and has permanent damage or somethin’. At this point he doesn’t even need his quirk to be called an idiot.” the brash blond had jeered to the rest of their group, fully aware that the aforementioned was sitting amongst them. His reactions never seemed to be too perturbed or bothered though, and whenever Kaminari would pout and mumble his digressions in response, his friends would simply shrug it off and continue whatever it was they were doing. It was normal for Bakugou to taunt Kaminari like this, he tormented everyone, and none of them retaliated or took it too much to heart in fear of brawling with the blond. At least that’s why Denki hadn’t acted against the chiding— right?

Along with that, things were just about as normal as they could get at U.A. High. Class 1-A never could seem to catch a break from the madness and danger of hero life. Though they were only in their first year and the majority of them hadn’t even turned 16 yet, it didn’t excuse them from becoming the targets of villains looking to get a head start on annihilating their future adversaries. Was it a cowardly advance? Perhaps. Still, there was no better way to prepare yourself for the real world as a pro hero than to face the music yourself— Kyouka Jirou was all too accustomed with such at this point.

The battle seemed to last for hours. Her ears had been exposed to so much deafening noise that the yells of her classmates had began to muffle, and the rumbling aftershocks of what she could only assume was Bakugou’s explosions was more prominent than actually hearing them. White noise filtered and drowned her hearing in its place. She’d lost the energy to connect her ear-jacks into the ground and was running the end of her limit thread thin. Uneven strands of eggplant whipped against her pallor skin and Jirou whipped her head left and right to scan the arena for a familiar face in the mayhem. She’d spotted two blond boys back to back, a head of unruly yellow and a streak of black occupying her attention. Good, she’d found Kaminari.

The purplette’s pace was urgent, boots slapping against the ground heavily and sloppily. Breaths heaving with every step, the girl narrowed her determined gaze to hone in on the other figures around him. Upon closer inspection, there were more of their class with them, and the other male covering her classmate was none other than Neito Monoma, Class 1-B’s very own incendiary. Sparks of vermillion and plumes of grey blew like fireworks from his outstretched palms, quakes travelling underneath Kyouka’s soles to reverberate and slack the muscles in her already waning and aching legs. Ah, so it was Bakugou’s quirk, but not Bakugou. Copycat was certainly a nifty ability.

Monoma and Kaminari stood closest on the field, continuing to shoot away at the surrounding villains with trained stares and sweat sopping their brows. Looks like she wasn’t the only one getting tired. Somehow, over the clamour of all the fighting, Jirou was able to make out the faint yells leaving their lips as the torrents of Neito’s attacks ceased, drenched palms no longer crackling with the refulgent vigour of fiery blasts. He cursed under his breath, hardened icy glare darting to Kaminari behind him.

“Hey, Bakugou’s quirk ran out. Let me use yours!” Witnessing the approaching foes caving in, Monoma wasn’t really asking. Kaminari’s response was instant and without an ounce of hesitation. Another zap of yellow left his finger, energy a bit weaker than his usual shocks.

“No way! You’ll end up stupid if you go all out!”

“Well it’s better me going stupid than you! I’ll be fine!”

Sero wasn’t far from the scene, arms wobbling tiredly as he continued to angle his elbows towards the villains to capture them in tape, “just let him use your quirk, Kaminari!”

“Hurry up, we don’t have time!”

He didn’t reply. In fact, he didn’t even tear away from the mob closing in on them, arcs of electric yellow illuminating the area around them, until Kyouka had sped to a mangled sprint and yelled out. Blinking, Kaminari paused and followed the voice with an unreadable expression.

“Jirou?”

The other boy took the curt distraction as an opening to place his fingers on the middle of Denki’s back, and Kyouka could swear she saw Kaminari’s face contort and flare into panic.

“I’m sorry, take cover!”

And then in mere seconds, Jirou’s body palpitated and spasmed in excruciating pain, heat searing at her limbs and eyes becoming too dry to water. Crackles of electricity tightened the air in her throat, scorching her windpipe and burning any gurgles or screams attempting to escape her mouth into hot ash. After what seemed like an eternity, the yellow streams of lightning halted their assault, and heartbeat going faint, Jirou’s legs finally crumbled to the floor.

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“Damn it. I blew it early.”

A sharp hiss left Kyouka’s lips as her body writhed in extreme pain. Each muscle twitched stochastically, varying in intensity as the sickly sensation triggered the purple haired girl to curl up on her side. Her eyes clenched tightly for a moment before peeling themselves open to spot a mop of unkempt blond hair splayed a few feet from her. Straining her stare, Jirou’s obsidian orbs raked over the person’s wilted form in trepid anxiety, then confusion. That wasn’t her idiot; that was Monoma. So either Monoma’s body couldn’t handle Kaminari’s quirk or the guy was overpowered in using it by Denki.

She pondered the latter for a bit longer than she probably should have.

No, that couldn’t be right. And even if it was, it was probably an accident. Might’ve just been the extra shocks from Monoma that caused Kaminari’s quirk to go a bit haywire. Maybe.

Kyouka’s head weakly lifted from where she had rested it on the back of her hand, headache blaring painfully like a jackhammer to the skull. It was nauseating, and because of it she could barely make out the blurred bodies of her peers strewn around her. Her pupils dilated in panic and worry, flitting around as quick as they could in her wretched state. If Neito was over there then… Denki… where was he? He had been right beside Monoma when he used the quirk, did it affect him too? Even if it did, he’d still be up, just… short circuited.

But he was still standing, and not with that dumb face where he’d blank his eyes and jab his thumbs at the air. Through Jirou’s bleary gaze, the electric blond’s expression was indecipherable as he surveyed their fallen classmates limp on the ground. Yellow irises traced over unmoving forms in an eerie calm, continuing their amble before pausing to pierce into the only other open pair on the training grounds. She still couldn’t quite see—fatigue continued to crash over her wave after wave, swaying her vision to vignette—however it seemed to clear just long enough to catch Denki’s head tilt to the side and the corners of his lips twitch into a smug simper.

“Whey.”

Jirou paled, stomach dropping and the cold feeling in her chest dragging heavier with a sinking realisation.

Kaminari knew exactly what he was doing when he had “accidentally” activated his quirk.

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.

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𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊!~ ♡

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