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[A/N] I'm so sorry for all the recent Denki one-shots. Of course, I love Denki, but he has been requested recently and he's also one of my family member's favorites. Speaking of which, this one-shot is for her. I hope you like it! This is the 'gift' I kept blabbing about.
(Art By Me)
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Denki Kaminari sat beside you during class, his interests completely captivated by you. Unbeknownst to him, You were terrified of him. You knew everything about your classmates, and even more about the boy you sat beside.

Denki Kaminari; The Flirt, Playboy, and most importantly, Lightning Rod.  During training events at the prestigious school you shared an attendance with the boy, you would try your best to avoid any confrontation or actions with the male. Of course, he was certainly not having that. Any opportunity he obtained he would take the chance to attempt to strike a conversation with you.

Unfortunately for you, he had managed to somehow obtain your phone number through one of your close friends. When she told you of her betrayal, you wanted to curl into a ball and cry for the rest of the year, snuggled in a blanket reading fanfics for the rest of your 'miserable life.'

The plain and simple truth was since you were a child, you had inherited the heart-stopping fear of storms. Twas not rain you feared. In fact, it was the thunder and lightning that made you tear up and cower into the warmth of your blankets.

Sitting up in class, you moved the loose strands of hair out of your face and rested your head on your palm tiredly, ears straining to listen to the words sputtered by the teacher. Your free hand doodled little shapes and figures on the page of notes that laid unwritten on besides the notes section and your name printed in the corner of the neatly lined paper.

Your eyes shifted ever so slightly, locking onto the golden pair that had already been on yours as your mind had wandered previously. The boy's gaze darted away, his eyes gluing back onto the teacher, his pencil skimming over the paper in an attempt to seem like he had been writing.

Obviously nervous about his being caught staring, his eyes kept glancing back at yours. His actions were caught out of the corner of your eye, nervousness pricking at your skin at his small but flustered actions.

The bell broke you from your thoughts, a relaxation seeping through your body as you shoved the empty paper into your bag and empty-mindedly tossed your pencil alongside it. Standing up as quickly as possible, you shuffled past Ashido and Sero and out the bustling hallways of U.A highschool.

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Slamming your tray on the table, you took your usual seat beside the sleep-deprived male of General Studies. "Hey, Shinsomnia." You said, hesitating none to dig into the small meal you had gathered for yourself.

"What do you want?" He mutters, taking a bite of his own food. You raised your eyebrows.

"What's got your panties in a twist, Mind Control?" You nudged his shoulder harshly, laughing. "What? Bakugo picking on you again? Aww, poor baby boy," His shadowed eyes locked onto yours, fury bubbling in them. You sighed, resting your head on your palm. "I'll talk to him. I know he can be a real bitch sometimes, but so can you."

"Says the one who avoids an electric type pokemon because you're afraid of thunder and lightning." He retorted, obviously fed up with your class.

You glared at him, your own eyes shadowed in eerie darkness at the mention of the fear that tore holes in your soul. "Shut up, Shinsou," You hissed, his real name sounding foreign on your tongue. His eyes shifted to yours in surprise, seldom hearing his legitimate name roll off your tongue.

"Sorry." He muttered, taking a bite of his own food. In a pathetic attempt to dissipate the tension between the two of us, He began to speak. "So, Anything new with Pikachu, anyway?" He spoke through his food, covering his mouth politely.

"Yeah, actually." Your tone shifted into one of confusion. "He was kinda staring at me during class." You perked up, suddenly excited. "You're a guy! What does that mean?!" Your eyes darted to meet his lavender ones, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Probably means he likes you, N/N." He commented, swallowing his food. Your eyes widened at his words. "I mean, you weren't doing anything distracting, right?"

You shook my head. "Of course I wasn't! We were taking notes!" You felt your skin crawl, nervousness infiltrating your system and becoming the only other emotion besides confusion and something foreign you felt.

"Then there's your answer. Maybe he's curious? You haven't spoken one word to the guy for god sakes." Shinsou pointed out. "For all he knows, you're mute." He pricked up, suddenly remembering something. "Oh yeah. He's asked me about you before. Boy doesn't even know your name! Called you Pretty girl."

 You rubbed your temples, brows furrowing. "Why 'Pretty Girl'?! Why me, of all people?! I'm just me..!"

"That's the point. You ain't bad looking, and you sure as hell ain't weak. Any guy would be lucky to have you, shithead." Shinsou took another bite of his food. 

"Don't get sappy on me, Shinsomnia." You punched his arm, earning a light chuckle from him as he finished his meal.

"Yeah yeah." He stood up, grabbing his empty tray. "Maybe you should give talking to him a try. You could enjoy the conversation. Your social skills sure could use it." He laughs and stalks off, dropping off his tray and walking out of the cafeteria, a few other students following after him in a gitty chatter.

You sighed, picking at the last of your food in a boring way before sighing and following Shinsou's lead, dropping off your half-empty tray before exiting the bustling cafeteria and stalking along the almost empty hallways of the prestigious school.

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Cuddling into your blankets, you nervously eyed the darkening clouds that blotted the sky. A ding from your phone snapped you from your thoughts, the number that interrupting your railroad of thoughts being unknown. I typed at the keys, the distraction now greatly appreciated as it took my mind off the ever-darkening clouds that loomed over the city.

[Unknown] 9:02
Hey~!

[You] 9:03
Who the hell is this?

[Unknown] 9:03
Denki kaminari. ur classmate

[Unknown] 9:03
I just wanted to talk to ya cuz u never tal to me.

[You] 9:03
Your grammar is absolutely horrendous.

[You] 9:04
Also, where the hell did you get my number?!

[Unknown] 9:04
Ashido

[Unknown has been registered as Denki Kaminari]

You stared at the screen, unsure of how to feel. Your skin prickled with uncertainty. Unconsciously, your fingers typed onto the bright screen, typing your response whilst your mind wandered.

[You] 9:06
Really now? I need to kick her ass now, thanks.

[Denki Kaminari] 9:06
Dont d o that she was the one who helped me

[Denki Kaminari] 9:07
I asked for your number

You stared at his words, unsure of how to react to such a blatant response. Your heart thumped in your chest, your fingers hitting the keys much faster than before.

[You] 9:08
What do you mean? Why douldn't you come up to me in class?

[You] 9:08
Couldn't**

[Denki Kaminari] 9:08
Cause you would of ignored me thats why.

[You] 9:09
No I wouldn't!

[Denki Kaminari] 9:10
Yeah you would have ! You dont like me right

[Denki Kaminari] 9:10
Thats why you avoid me

You re-read his messages carefully, unsure of how to respond. Of course, you weren't afraid of him. It was his quirk you feared, the element being completely unpredictable. "God, Y/N, What are you getting yourself into here?"

[You] 9:12
No. That's not why I avoid you.

[Denki Kaminari] 9:13
Then what is it?

You contemplated telling him, but before you could type the words out, a clap of thunder echoed through the city. You dropped your phone, fear paralyzing you in place whilst a few tears pricked at your eyes. Bright lights flashed through the windows, shadows dancing throughout the room in the milliseconds the lightning had touched down.

You dropped to the ground, dragging your blankets with you and curling up into the warmth of them, the only sound to drown out the rumbling thunder being the rapid beating of your heart.

Your phone's screen flashed, the familiar alert of a text message blaring on the screen. The name Denki Kaminari caught your eye, the boy having texted you once again.

[Denki Kaminari] 9:19
well?

You couldn't bring yourself to grab the phone. Even if you dared reach for it, you would surely drop it as your entire body shook with intense fear. You squeezed your eyes shut, immobilized with fear as a quiet sob wracked your body.

A mere few moments later, your ringtone rang throughout the room. Your eyes shot open, flickering to the caller ID. The familiar name of Denki Kaminari flashing on the screen. "W-Wh-.." Your hands moved without consent, immediately pressing the answer button. Your breathing was shakey, the caller on the other end obviously picking up on the tears and fear that swept through the atmosphere.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice of Kaminari rang through the phone, your quiet sobs dying down ever so slightly. You stayed silent, your eyes squeezed shut. "Y/N what's wrong?" Your body shook as you shrunk deeper into the warmth of the blankets, an audible cry escaping your throat as thunder rolled, the sound booming. "W-Wait, Y/N? Are you afraid of thunder?" He asked, his voice rising ever so slightly in a panic before it clicked. "Thunder... And Lightning."

You swallowed your nerves the best you could, the action leaving you the smallest bit of room to talk. "Y-yeah."

"Hey, Y/N." His voice was calm, the sound soothing the panic that ran through your veins ever so slightly. "Take a deep breath, okay? Focus on me and ignore everything outside," You tried your best to follow his instructions, though you flinched at every clap of thunder and flash of lightning that rang from outside.

"So, Did you know that Sero likes Ashido?" He begins. "He sucks ass at showing it, you know." His comment made you let out a shaky laugh. "Really! Have you heard his pick-up lines? Most of them are about cheese graders and pigs!"

He began ranting about the most random ideas, talking about how Kirishima and Bakugo had been unconsciously flirting too. He had heard from Ashido and Iida the same was happening between Todoroki and Midoriya, too.

Occasionally, the booming sound of thunder racked through the house, successfully earning a whimper or cry. The effect merely caused the boy on the other end to begin on another tangent. Such continued until your eyes fluttered shut, soft snores escaping you as Denki's voice slowly drained, his ears straining to listen for you on the end.

Smiling to himself, He whispered into the phone before he hung up

"Good night, Pretty girl."

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Word Count: 1839

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