Hey... so I know I've been gone since like forever but I'm not really sorry for that cause a lot of crap has been happening in my life. I also know you probably are like, "everyone says that" or "that's just an excuse" so I'm not going to get into it and let y'all read the chapter.

TW:
-talk of Rape
-flashbacks
-courthouses

""ℍ-ℍ𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠..𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒-𝕒𝕟𝕕," 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕪.

𝔼𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥, "ℍ-ℍ𝕖 𝕣..𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖.""

The trial is coming up and Kamianri has some last minutes things he has to get done.

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"We saw each other at the store and decided to walk back together," he explained while keeping his head down.

/Kaminari's eyes light up with recognition. "Shindo! I remember you! You are the Mydoryia look-a-like!" he cheerily says as he starts to walk back towards the dorms./

Ms. Bengoshi nodded and wrote something down in her notebook. "Can you tell me why you were at the store?"

Kamianri flashed his eyes up towards her then back down at his lap. "We were celebrating Sero's birthday and I was in charge of getting the cake."

"Thank you, please continue," she said after jotting that down.

"He said that he knew a short cut to UA-"

/"You're heading back to UA right?" the black haired boy asks. Denki nods his head. "Then follow me. I know a short cut," he says and the blonde does./

"-and it was getting dark outside. If I learned one thing from being born as a female it is that you don't stay out past dark unless you are with someone you trust," he paused, "It isn't like I /didn't/ trust him but I did not know him well enough to know that he would keep me safe if a situation arises. Which it did."

Mr. Aizawa placed a comforting hand on his knee. He took another deep breath.

"He took me into this run down house and led me to an upstairs bedroom. I could tell something was wrong. B-But," he cleared his throat and blinked away the tears in his eyes before continuing, "But, he locked the door and said-"

/"You made it all too easy," he complains, "I was hoping that you would be more of a challenge since you are a hero in training after all."/

"I was scared," he admitted in a small voice. "I was so scared."

"What happened next?" Ms. Bengoshi asked.

/With an angry growl Shindo attempts to crawl on top of him but the blonde doesn't make it easy. He flails his arms and legs while screaming bloodily murder./

Kaminari glanced at Mr. Aizawa before answering, "I fought back. I was kicking and crying out for help even when he trapped me on the bed. Well I was before..."

/"If you treat me, another hero in training, like this I don't want to see how you'll treat civilians."/

"Before what?"

He swallowed. "He made me think that I was acting unhero-like," he explained.

"For defending yourself?" she clarified.

He nodded his head.

He felt his teachers hand on his knee tighten. "You were in the right kid," he simply said before loosening his grip a bit.

His lawyer glanced up at him with her pen at ready so he took it as his sign to continue. "He tied my hands to the headboard with an old sheet."

/-he forces Kaminari's hands above his head and uses the old and torn bedsheets to tie them to the headboard of the bed./

"H-He, he took o..off my clothes a-and," his breathing became shaky as he tried not to cry.

/Shindo's hands were all over his body and he touched him. Kaminari tried to suppress the cries of pain because his cheek still stung from the last time he cried out for something other then /so called/ pleasure./

Eraserhead opened his mouth to say something but Kaminari finally spit out, "H-He r..raped me." The statement was followed by choked back sobs. He lifted his knees up to his chest and hugged them as he finally let it out. "I-I can c..c-cont-tinue b..but I need-"

"Take all the time you need, " his boyfriend's father told him kindly. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

/"Can I hug you? Please?"/

Kamianri's crying picked up as he rapidly nodded his head. Aizawa wrapped his arms around him and the blonde buried his head into his chest.

Shinsou's foot tapped against the floor as he waited outside of the teacher's lounge. Any other day he would barge into the room like he owned it because he practically grew up in there. Not today though. Today he was waiting for his boyfriend to finish his meeting with his lawyer.

The door swung open and the short woman who had interrupted class walked out first. Shortly after her was his father and the last one out is his Denki. Denki's eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks down his cheeks, but despite it all, a bright grin is on his face and Shinsou can tell it is real.

"Thank you," Kaminari said as he bowed.

The lady waved her hand in the air as if she was physically waving away the words. "Don't thank me when I shouldn't even be here in the first place."

The electric user's smile turned bitter sweet as he replied, "Yeah... but I really appreciate the help."

"Of course. I'll contact you if anything arises." She gave him a single nod and left.

Shinsou finally stood up and walked over to the blonde. Denki's smile doubled in size as he wrapped the taller in a hug. "Hey Sunshine," he murmured into the light blonde hair. Denki just hugged him tighter in response, so he let him just stand there for a second before Denki pulled away. "How was it?" he asked.

Denki sighed. "It was difficult at first since I had to talk about it but after I got it out of the way she explained what would happen in court and stuff like that."

Shinsou nodded and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You are the bravest person I know," he told him.

Denki turned his head to look up at him. "You think so?"

"I know so," he clarified.

The shorter's cheeks turned a pretty shade of red and he leaned further into the purplette's side. "I love you," he murmured.

"And I," he said while gazing down at him, "love you."

"Hey Aizawa Sensei?" He walked up to his teacher who was resting in his room in the dorms.

"Yes?" he replied while looking up from grading his and his classmates homework.

He shifted on his feet. "I want to go shopping. For court."

He fully placed down the papers. "Oh."

Kamianri's eyes flickered towards the ground as he tensed before he took a deep breath, stood up straighter, and made eye contact. "I am terrified of seeing him again so I thought it would be smart to, well, dress up a bit. In something I liked? It sounds dumb but I want, no, I need to have confidence to do this and having a cute outfit always helps with that. Did you ever do that? Well, like, not for court but- wait, you're a pro hero! /Did you ever dress up for court?/ Like, it would make sense. And, I'm not like telling you I want to go shopping so you know where I am, I telling you cause I don't want to go alone. If you want me to invite my friends I'm fine with that but I kinda would prefer if you-"

"Kaminari," he interrupted and the blonde paused. "Breathe."

The teen took a deep breath before his shoulders relaxed.

"Yes I will take you shopping, and yes, I have done something similar when I was dealing with a hard case," Aizawa replied.

Kamianri jumped up and through his arm in the air. "I knew it!"

The insomniac chucked while shaking his head.

/What a cheerful and wonderful kid, he couldn't help but think./

The car parked outside of the building and Kaminari couldn't help but stare as people walked in and out of the courthouse. No one from the press was there because no one knew what happened to him. Even if they did, they would probably want to cover real hero news instead of heros-in-training.

"Kaminari," Mr. Aizawa started and the blonde looked towards him, "if you ever get overwhelmed just tell Ms. Bengoshi or the police officer that should be standing next to you when you're on the stand and you can step out for a bit. It is going to be hard but I know you can do this Kaminari." He ended by placing his hand on the teens knee kindly.

Kaminari nodded before looking out the window at the courthouse. Different people walked in and out of the building, happy and sad, while he thought up stories for each of them.

"We will head inside whenever you are ready," Yamada sensei told him after a minute of him day dreaming up stories for them.

He kept his head turned towards the window as his brows furrowed. "What if we are late?"

"I drove us here early for a reason," Aizawa replied while leaning back in his chair.

He nodded. After a second of silence he asked, "Can you turn on the radio?"

"Sure."

"Can I hug you?" Hitoshi asked from next to him.

"Please." He could hear the desperation in his own voice. He heard the click of a seatbelt coming undone then the purplette leaned forward and wrapped him in his arms.

The car door opened and Kaminari stepped out. He walked up the steps with Hitoshi's grounding hand around his lower back. Aizawa opened the door for them with a small smile.

They walked down a long, crowded hallway as people around talked loudly and bumped into them. He felt himself stiffen only after Hitoshi pulled him even closer to his side to protect him from the unwanted touch.

Finally after walking for what felt like hours they arrived in front of the courtroom the trial would take place in. It has been going on for several days but this is the first and only time they would need him.

"You got this," Hitoshi whispered before placing a kiss on his head. He nodded noncommittally. "Hey," he said with a little louder, "you got all dressed up in a power outfit so of course you got this."

Kamianri grinned up at him with slightly flushed cheeks as one of his hands fingered with the hem of his skirt.

"No! No modest blushing. Give me a twirl!" he told him and the blonde couldn't help the nervous giggle that left his lips.

He stepped back and grabbed Hitoshi's extended hand, before twirling. His shoes, a pair of new very light lavender converses, squeaked on the floor. His skirt, the first one he ever wore that was /his/ and /his alone/, lifted into the air. The base was a simple black color with tiny sunflowers all over it. His top, a baggy black shirt he tucked into his skirt with some Indy band on it that he stole from Hitoshi, pulled slightly up as he spun.

He stumbled to a stop and couldn't help another nervous giggle. "You. Got. This," Hitoshi said much quieter.

Kamianri pulled him into a hug and squeezed him tight. "Thank you," he mumbled.

"Of course."

After a beat they pulled away and Kaminari caught the extremely soft look on Hitoshi's fathers faces.

"I got this," he mumbled to himself before reaching for the door.

He opened it.