Okay. I’m a bit bored so I’ve looked at prompts that I could write about and found one. I hope you like it!

(I also have the strong urge to write a Shousuke Komi oneshot but I need a prompt. Requests for him are greatly appreciated! <33)

Socially Incapable

Denki Kaminari x GN!Reader

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Summary: The reader has a resting bitch-face that makes it look like they hate everybody. Do they even want any friends? Do they want to be a hero? That was something Denki wanted to find out. Turns out, they’re actually… Super nice?

➛Tenya Iida version!!

➛Tamaki Amajiki version!!

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Fear.

Whenever someone looked up at you, all they could feel was fear.

Your face was always in a cold glare, almost like you didn’t want to be spoken to. And whenever the teachers spoke to you, you gave the same look. You had to be crazy to disrespect Mr Aizawa (Not like he has the same look).

There were a few people that tried to befriend you. They either got ignored or got scared when you opened your mouth. In the end, most of them ran away before you could even say anything. It was always like this.

Everybody thought you were a delinquent. You didn’t like anybody. Your grades were probably bad. And you most likely did drugs. That wasn’t the case however.

You’re just a normal student attending Yuuei High School with perfect grades and looking after your sick grandmother. Your mother was scary herself but actually a massive sweet tooth. Your father owns a cafe which you work part-time in. Over all, life is pretty good.

As you walked past, everyone watch as your hair did soft bounces while framing your face perfectly. “Funny how they look after their skin and hair. Huh?” Mina sweat dropped while whispering to the group.

The pinkette was heading to class with her three buddies, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari. All four of them together were complete morons. They all shared a single braincell that they don’t even use. Except for one time… DoNOT interact with (Y/n).

Something about how they would get thrown to next year if they interacted with the first year. They knew that the teen was “bad news” cause even some of the higher up students at the school were afraid. This kid owned the school. It was their playground.

“I’ve always wondered where their friends are at though.” The electric boy tilted his head, imagining what their friends would look like. Just a bunch of motorcycle guys with scars? Fat old dudes? The entire “Baku-squad” had their own wild imagination.

A shiver went down each of their spines as they thought about what their appearances would be. Eijiro shrugged it off and said, “C'mon. We’re gonna miss first period. We don’t want to miss that.”

The group agreed and went on their way, with Denki staring in the direction (Y/n) went. Now that he thought about it, did they even have friends at Yuuei?

When they entered the classroom, Kaminari announced something to his group in a loud tone. Unsurprisingly, the rest of the class heard it too. “I’m gonna talk to (Y/n)!!”

Silence. Everyone was just staring at him until Jirou put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen. I get it. You’re dumb. But are you insane?!”

“Yeah. You’re gonna get yourself killed, man.” Sero butted in, agreeing with the musical girl. Kaminari watched as the closed nodded in unison, urging the boy not to do it. But alas, he is stupid.

So he went to do it anyways.

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Denki surprisingly did some observations. He noticed that you left school after most of the students went home. But… Why?

Turning the corner he bumped into someone with purple hair. “Oh. Hey Hitoshi! What are you up to?”

The sleep-deprived first year sighed before answering back. “Had to help out a classmate with taking paperwork to the teacher’s lounge. They offered to do it themselves but Vlad King insisted I helped them.”

Right. While he was still in class 1-C, Shinso was now considered to be a pretty big deal. Almost beating Deku and his quirk was super strong when put to good use.

“Really? Who?” Not like it mattered. Kaminari knew quite a few people in his year level so maybe it’s someone he’s familiar with.

What he didn’t expect was- “Oh. It was (Y/n).” The reserve course student pointed behind him, indicating that they’re still back at the teacher lounge. “Sorting the papers now I think.”

The blonde stared at the male with shock in his eyes. That teen was… Being helpful?

He thanked Hitoshi and ran off to the teacher’s lounge to catch the student walking out. “(Y/n)!!” They looked up and met his electric yellow eyes. “What’s up, buddy?”

They just stared at the hero course student, wondering why he was talking to them. They looked around, seeing if anybody made him do a dare. They looked at him and just shrugged before walking away.

He waved at them while running and slinging his arm over their shoulder. “C'mon. You and me should hang out. You know… Like friends do!” (Y/n) turned to him with shock. “I’ve noticed you walking the halls alone.. You must not have many friends, huh?”

The student looked down before shaking their head. “Great then!” They heard him exclaim. “Guess I’ll be your first!” His smiled shined to them. They always thought their face was scary but maybe… They only need one person to feel special.

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That day, they exchanged numbers and hung out over the weekend. They went to the park and then the next weekend, they went to the beach. The boy found out that (Y/n) didn’t really have many friends to begin with.

But really, they’re just a big softie with a scary face.

And then, came school once again. In the cafeteria, Kaminari sat with the group he normally sits with. Sero was blabbering on about how his favorite gamer got canceled again, and nobody was really paying attention.

That was until Mina brought something up. “Hey, Denki.” All eyes went to her. “How come you haven’t been hanging out with us lately?”

“Oh. Been hanging out with (Y/n).” Everybody just stared at him with confusion. This guy really was dumb enough to talk to them.

Bakugou then spoke up with, “Your definition of hanging out according to (Y/n) is probably invasion of privacy.”

That was not true at all. A lot of the times they hang out was the 1-C “delinquent” inviting him to hang out.

He went over to their place after school a couple of times and met their milf mother and their dilf father. Now he can see where they got their looks from. (Y/n) parents were extremely nice and let him stay the night whenever he wants.

He later found out that (Y/n) is a hard worker to look after their grandmother who is sick in hospital at the moment.

“Like you would know that, Kacchan! You’ve never even spoken to them yourself!” A shiver ran up Kami’s spine when Katsuki gave him a glare with his cold blood-shot eyes.

Kirishima tapped Denki’s shoulder. “Dude. For all you know, they are planning your demise. You are pretty dumb.” Picking up his cutlery, the red-head went back to eating his food. Not knowing the blonde was staring at him dumbfounded.

“No. They’re not.”

“Dude. Their dad probably owns a drug store.” Sero laughed.

Denki pointed the ravenette. “Aha! There! You said probably! But it’s not true. According to you, it is. But it’s not.”

While the group were having a small quarrel between them, they didn’t notice the 1-C student approaching. All the other students shrunk down into the chairs or backed away, seeing as they had a white plastic bag with them.

Eijiro eventually saw them coming towards their table and hit Denki. “Dude. They’re coming to kill you.” He shook the electric boy by the collar and shook him.

(Y/n) stopped at the end of the table where Kaminari was at as he was finally released from the Kiri’s grasp. They didn’t really look at anyone else at the table. Only Kaminari.

His entire friend group started sweating, praying this guy was going to make it out alive. “What’s up, (Y/n)?” He spoke to the student so casually.

Carefully, they leaned into the bag they were carrying. The tension in the air rose as the pulled something out. A small box. “I accidentally made more than what I had to at my part-time job in my dad’s cafe. You should come by and visit some time. I sure my dad would love to give you a discount!” A smile was planted on their face.

Everyone surrounding the table didn’t know what to say. Part-time job… At a cafe?

When the blonde opened the box, he saw oreo cupcakes. “Sweet!” He fistbumped the air before asking where (Y/n) normally eats lunch.

“I mostly sit outside under the big tree. It’s peaceful out there. Sometimes I feed the birds that come down for my lunch.” Okay.. This was weird.

They watched as they waved back to the dumb 1-A student before looking at him. He had his face stuffed in the sweet delicacy before he gave a small smirk. “Should’ve never judged a book by its cover.”

Sero leaned over and tried to steal on before Denki slapped his hand. “Dude! You gotta share!!”

As (Y/n) walked away, a small chuckled left their lips. It wasn’t a scary one or an evil one. It was quite soft.

That’s what friends feel like..

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Done! You probably saw that the reader was based off the mc of Toradora. Bro. I love that anime sm. It’s so good!!

I do take requests!

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.