Just A Door Away

Request -Kaminari x Reader where he has a bad dream and goes to the reader to get comfort and also make sure they’re ok

Angst/Fluff - Hurt Comfort (?)

Warnings - Nightmares, Blood/Gore, Death [In A Dream],

Pairing - Denki Kaminari X Reader

A/N Since I’m basically God here your room is across from his since it’s labeled empty on the layout (I think)

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The dust settles over the city that was just turned onto a warzone. There’s smoke in the air, fires across the city, people trapped and calling for help. Stumbling, the hero Chargebolt stands among the wreckage, unsure of what to do. His hand raises to his head, feeling the bleeding cut on his forehead, staining his yellow hair orange and eventually red.

“Hello?” He calls out, turning where he stands, hoping to see one of his friends. In the distance, he catches the sight of the fiery red hair of Red Riot. With quick steps, he makes his way over, “Red.” He calls as he gets closer, stopping short when he sees Red Riot leaning over a body, he’s doing compressions.

“Did anyone else make it?” Red calls over his shoulder, leaning his head down to the chest of the fallen hero. Chargebolt’s hands shake at his sides, it’s your body that’s lying on the ground. “Charge?” Red Riot looks over his shoulder, seeing the state that his friend’s in. “Come on.” He mumbles, turning his attention back to your body.

“Please.” He whispers, staring down at your body, the wounds on you, the pale look on your face. “Don’t go.”

Kaminari shoots up in his bed, hand gripping his shirt over his heart. He’s panting, hair sticking to his face from the sweat that’s built up. He raises his hand, relieved to find no cut on his head before wiping the tears from his face. His eyes dart around the darkness of his room as he sighs, unable to shake the feeling of dread that’s settled over him.

Throwing off his blanket, Kaminari heads to his door and slips right out into the hallway. He contemplated for a moment, what am I doing? They’re asleep. He shakes his head, passing a hand through his hair with a shaky breath. But what if that’s one of those prophecy dreams and they’re in trouble? His mind races, unable to settle on one thought as he walks up to your door.

“You can do this.” He whispers to himself, knocking gently on your door. He shifts anxiously and when your room light doesn’t go on he knocks again. “Please please please.” He mumbles, relieved when the light flickers on and your footsteps can be heard coming up to the door. Your lock clicks and the door opens to show you, half-awake, in your pajamas.

You squint in confusion. “Kaminari?” You rub your eyes, concerned when you see the redness of his eyes. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Can I come in?” He asks softly, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, of course.” You step aside, allowing him to walk in before closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?” You repeat, only being met with a rather crushing hug from the blond. You don’t say anything else, gently hugging him back. If he needs to talk about whatever it is he will, Kaminari’s not really one to keep quiet often.

“It was a stupid dream.” He mumbles, his face pressed in the crook of your neck. You rub his back, allowing him the moment to speak. “Some villains destroyed a part of the city. Kiri was there, over y-” he pauses, a shaky breath leaving him. “Your body, he was giving CPR.” He tenses up as he explains it to you.

You pull back enough to cup his face in your hands. “Hey, it’s okay.” You start, getting him to look you in the eye. “The city’s as safe as it can be. Kiri’s still a floor above us, probably sleeping like a rock. I’m okay. Okay?” He nods, allowing you to brush your thumbs across his cheeks, wiping away the tear stains. “If you need anything, I’m just a door away Kami.” He snorts a laugh at the attempted nickname. “You wanna stay here for the night? I’ll kick any bad dream’s ass that tries to scare you.” Kaminari smiles, nodding softly, and allowing you to lead him over to your bed. “We’re gonna be okay Kaminari. Promise.” He nods, laying down beside and, to his surprise, he falls asleep before you do. No nightmares dare to show up that night.