A\N: This is pretty rushed... I'm sorry.

They were lead to the schools parking lot as soon as the bell rang, signifying the end of classes for the day. Apparently they had tracked the snot nosed brats address and gained his personal information. He only lived about half an hour away from UA, making the visit to crush his scull in all the more convenient.

Also allowing a very grateful Kaminari to drag along Kirishima, Bakugo, and Mina. Sero was elected to stay back at the dormitories to greet their newest addition to the class in representation of the Bakusquad. 

If Kaminari remembered correctly, it was supposed to be that mind control dude from the sports festival. He has a pretty sick quirk, though Kaminari was glad he wouldn't be staying to greet him in his girl form.

Denki was beyond thankful that his friends sat besides him, well, Bakugo sat in the front. Again.The ash blonde yelled at him for shaking his knee, but Kaminari couldn't help it. Nervous energy buzzed through him, he was feeling the most optimistic he's feel all week.

He was just ready to get out of this form. After this ordeal, Kaminari would gain a whole new appreciation for what girls had to go through. He himself was, to put kindly, an absolute bitch to his friends, who were just trying to help him. He would lash out on them, then end up crying over the stupidest things. 

Really, fuck his life.

Mina ran her fingers through Kaminari's hair, whining about not being able to brush it ever again. "If you like my hair that much then just cut off a lock to use during your satanic worshipping." Kaminari said flatly, whacking Mina's hand away from him.

 She gapped, mouth falling opened and closed. "W-who told you about that!?" Her head turned to the other side of the car. " Kiri, I can't believe you would betray me like this! "

The red head grinned sheepishly, putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, it just had to be reported. I don't want a ghost rising up in my room at 3 AM, I'm sure you understand."

 " No Kiri! I trusted you! "

Aizawa seemed unhindered by their antics, continuing to glare at The road ahead of him. 

The house was large. Almost too large to be the home of that snot nosed brat. Well, Kaminari didn't know his name, but that's what he would refer to him as unless he was told otherwise.

Aizawa knocked on the door respectfully, which was immediately answered by what Kaminari assumed to be a maid. She eyed the group critically before sighing, opening the door to and gesturing for them to follow behind her.

She walked through the house in a brisk pace, not offering them any greetings. They shrugged it off as her being a busy woman. When they all sat down  onto the living areas large couch, she cleared her throat, finally speaking. "I got the call yesterday, you are here for Arata?"

 Well, apparently the brat had a name now. Not that Kaminari would use it. 

 "Yes Ma'am, may we speak with his parents?" Their homeroom teacher asked, standing behind the couch his students sat on. 

 The maid shook her head, arms crossing over her chest in an almost defensive manor. "They are out of country on a work related venture."

 Huh. No wonder they had such a big house. They must be some well known business people. Kaminari felt his heart clench because, he too, understood the amounts of stress it could have on a kid when their parents just up and left all the time. His Mother owned one of the most popular electrical companies in Japan. Kaminari had everything and nothing as a kid.

He shook the thoughts from his head. No, he wasn't there to feel bad for the very brat that placed him in this situation. 

The maid called out Arata's name, requesting his presents in the living room. The kid sure did take his precious time stomping into the room in a very Bakugo-like fashion. As soon as his eyes landed on Kaminari, his mouth flew open, eyes widening almost comically.

"Keep your damn mouth open any longer and you'll catch fucking flys." Bakugo grumbled, Kirishima elbowing him lightly in the ribs. The maid kept a tight grip on the brats shoulders, steering him to sit across from the group 

Aizawa watched him closely, eyes narrowing slightly. "Arata, as I'm sure your aware, you have changed the gender of one of my students." He gestured to Kaminari, who also eyed the boy sharply. 

 The kid looked about ready to whack the maid in a well timed sneak attack and bolt. 

Bolt he did.

Arata was gone before any of the students could even react, slipping past the door faster then Denki had ever seen anyone escape an awkward situation. Wait, he kinda needed that kid.

Shit.

The maid recovered from the weak slap to the face, shaking with rage. Her face twisting into an ugly snarl. Kaminari was quick to spring from the couch, tugging down his skirt as he ran after the kid, his legs moving faster than his thoughts could keep up with. 

He vaguely heard someone- maybe Aizawa- call after him, but he was already past the door, turning fast enough to spot the little shit rounding the street corner. Kaminari was not about to let this brat beat him in a foot race, even if his legs were a lot shorter then he was used to. Shit, this kid might even be close to him in height.

Gritting his teeth, Kaminari urged his legs to push onwards, ignoring the firey throb rising up in his thighs. He didn't care about anything else at the moment, only focused on locking in on his target and pouncing.

He did end up pouncing, but he was just short of the kid. Kaminari stretched his fingers out, curling around the fabric of the brats- Arata's- collar. Kaminari felt momentary satisfaction at the kids cry as Kaminari pulled him down along with him to the sidewalk. 

The concrete ripped away harshly at Kaminari's knees and palms while the kid merely scrambled back up and ran off without a second glance. Denki's hands balled into fist as he pulled himself up from the hot cement, dusting his skirt off.

He didn't focus on the fresh trail of blood oozing from the scrape wounds on his legs. He wouldn't die, it was just a road rash. Kaminari powered forwards down the street where he last saw the kid, hissing in annoyance and cursing to all of the gods above.

Why couldn't this damn kid just turn someone else into a girl?  He was going to crack his head against the floor next time he saw him- Great. Now he was thinking like Bakugo.

The sky started to darken slowly, blue morphing into a fading orange tinged with red and purple. Kaminari almost gave up on scouting out the large neighborhood, tired of the strange looks familys gave him when he ran by. 

He almost doubled back to the mansion, but the sound of small sniffles broke him away from that thought process. Even if it might not be the mission he was currently on, Kaminari found himself wandering twords the source of the noise. What kind of hero in training would be be if he just left someone to cry like that?

He rounded the corner of yet another monster sized house, only to run into a playground. Did someone get hurt while playing?  "Umm kid? You okay?" He called out, stepping onto the mulch covered floor.

 It had been a while since hes actually been to a park, a good couple of years. The Times he did go, he was alone. 

The broken sobs intensified as Denki approached the plastic setup. Then he saw him. The brat was curled up by the mouth of the slide, head in between his knees. Kaminari Hated how his annoyance dissipated so fast, replaced with a hopeless feeling. 

Arata looked up from his knees with the eyes of a cornered creature, whimpering as he watched Kaminari slowly climb up the ladder. "Wha-what do you want? Go away!"

Kaminari shook his head, moving to sit across from the kid. " Well first off, I kinda want my boy body back. That would be nice. "

Arata cringed. Wrong subject to start off with. Denki sighed deeply, cupping his face in his hands. "Okay, okay. You don't gotta do that right now, I guess. Why did you do this to me?" Kaminari asked, voice soft 

 Arata glanced down to Kaminari's knees, eyebrows crunching up. "What did you do to your legs. Looks like a feral squirrel attacked you."

 Kaminari snorted at the thought. "Nah, I fell when I tried to catch you." 

 Arata frowned, studying the minor injuries. Guilt flashed across his face. Kaminari cleared his throat "don't redirect the question, why did you do this? "The kid rolled his eyes, fiddling with his fingers anxiously. Kaminari sighed once more. "Look at me, I get it."

 Arata looked up in suprise, hesitantly lowering himself into a proper sitting position. "Go on, I guess."

" I get it, " Kaminari repeated. "When I was a kid, my parents didn't give me the time of day. They were always out of country or at some kinda fancy party. They were big business owners, so I was basically raised by maids." Denki's laugh was humorless. Arata listened intently, rubbing the dry tear tracks from his chubby cheeks. 

"W-why are you talking in past tense?" 

Kaminari's eyes darkened. " Well, there was an accedent. My father... He didn't make it, but My mother, thank god, is still here. " Arata hiccuped. "So what I'm saying is... Don't take them for granted. I know you just wanted to get their attention, but it's harmful to others." 

Arata, who was was now no longer dubbed the snot nosed brat, smiled shakily. Kaminari hadn't even shared any of that information with his classmates, so explaining it to a little kid was... Weird. But still, he needed to learn his lesson, and if sharing his own mistakes opened this kids eyes up, then he was willing to share his secret. 

Then a light bulb flickered on in Kaminari's brain. "Oh! I have an idea! Here, gimmie your phone." Kaminari held out his hand expectantly, eyebrow raised. The kid flushed red, shoving his phone into Denki's hand.

Kaminari smirked at the kids reaction. "Aww, are you flustered that a girls giving you their number? I'm still a boy you know-" 

Arata's face was now fire truck red. "T-that's not it!" He shreiked, snatching his phone back. Before Kaminari could tease him more, Arata's hands shot foward, pushing Kaminari. Denki was ready to laugh off the weak push, but was quickly caught off guard when he started toppling backwards. Damn. He forgot there was a slide behind him 

Apparebtky, so did Arata. The kid yelled out his name as Denki tumbled down the slide, protecting his head with his arms. Kaminari prepared himself for the worse, to crash against the ground harshly, but that never happened. Instead, a strong pair of arms stopped his decent.

"Kami! You good?" Mina cried as Denki rubbed his head, Eijiro helping him to his feet.

"Yeah, thanks for the catch Kiri."

" Anytime bro! "

Kaminari suddenly remembered the heavy conversation he just held with Arata. "How long were you guys here?"

" long enough, " Bakugo growled, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"Oh," Kaminari numbly accepted Mina's tight hug. "I was planning on telling you guys later..."

" Forget about that. Why are you bleeding? Do your knees hurt? " Kirishima asked, worry laced in his tone, looking to the blonde in question. Kaminari shrugged "I just tripped, not that big of a deal." He then looked up to the slide " Arata, so what do ya say, wanna turn me back into a dude now? Please? "

Arata poked his head out from his hiding place, nodding slowly. Denki waved him over, catching him when he slid down. As soon as they came in contact, Kaminari's skin tingled, an uncomfertable shiver running across his spine. The transition back was not as surprising as it was the first time around. Denki was glad he knew what was happening this time.

His body shifted back to its original state within a minute, the others watching in amazement. Kaminari looked over his body, overjoyed to find his normal muscle back. He grinned happily, taking back Arata's phone to create a new contact for him. "Call me this weekend kid, we'll go to the park or something. "

"We're already at the park."

"Don't make me regret my decicion, brat. " 

Suddenly the breeze picked up, Kaminari squeaked when he realized that yes, he was still wearing the girls school uniform. "Umm, can I get some pants?... Please?... Anyone? "