KamiJirou-Dreaming

Speaking the Native Language

Denki groaned in frustration, his head on the mahogany desktop as he pounded the tabled with his fists. The computer in front of him, his essay spanning only one paragraph as the electronic light glowed its blue light. Denki peeked at the time.

Nearing the eleventh hour, and this was due at midnight. Denki screamed internally as he straightened his back, rubbed his eyes, and continued to tap on the keyboard. Not the video games he had were fresh from the store, and it sure as hell wasn't his fault the hours slipped away like minutes as he cleared level after level of zombies. Procrastination his ass! He was a competent and responsible adult... most of the time.

Whatever. This history essay wasn't going to write itself.

It was Friday, and as per schedule, the classes were due to leave on Sunday, which meant Denki still had to do homework, much to his disdain. Luckily, there was no math or science, which would've forced the blonde to a self-induced hanging in the orchard. It was two of his better subjects, Literature and European History. Literature he breezed by, even taking the challenge of doing the assignment in all 3 languages; Japanese, English, and Spanish.

But as he typed and toiled, Kyouka came in, bringing in her snacks from the convenience store. Denki could smell the alluring smell of her potato chips as she ripped open the bag. Denki looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Kyouka, babe?" he called timidly.

"What do you want, you idiot?" she hid her smile as his pleading golden orbs bore into the back of her head.

He was just too cute!!

"I, uh, was just wondering," Denki started slowly, he knew she didn't like sharing, "Can I please have some chips?"

"I refuse your request," she replied, faking a curtness in her voice. She nearly broke when she could see Denki nearly break into tears as he was denied.

"B-but, this is so hard and boring, so can I please have a chip?" Denki whined like a child, now crawling to Kyouka on his knees.

"Not my fault you procrastinated 'cause you wanted to play vi- HEY!" she exclaimed as Denki lunged and swiped her precious potato chips and bounded out of the doorway.

Denki giggled like a small child as he shoved chips into his mouth, hiding in the dark hallway of their dorm. He munched on the crisp delights, the crackle and pop of the potato this rejuvenating his soul. He was about to reenter the room when Kyouka burst out. Denki screamed like a girl and booked it.

"DENKI KAMINARI, COME HERE YOU FUCKING THIEF," Kyouka looked demonic, and Denki froze.

"Uhhh," Denki chuckled nervously as students came from their hang out spots to investigate the ruckus, "No thanks, I choose life."

Denki bolted and Kyouka gave chase. Jumping over couches and skidding across coffee tables, Denki screamed as he ran. Nothing terrified him more than a Kyouka who had her "snackos" pilfered from her reach. Kyouka gave chase, her deathly silence and thundering steps behind the electric blonde.

"Jirou, Jirou, Jirou," Denki panted as he sprinted into his own dorm room, Kirishima and Sero whipping their heads as Bakugou sighed, closing his book, "Can't we talk this out?"

"I'm afraid not, YOU THEIVING BITCH!!" Kyouka roared, stepping into the room as Bakugou walked out of the door, muttering something about people being annoying.

"Guys," Denki pleaded with his friends, his brothers, "I need your help, please! She's gonna kill me!"

Sero and Kirishima looked at the terrified Denki who sat, clutching a bag of potato crisps. They looked between the pleading face of their best friend and the demonic expression of the resident D.J., and in that moment they made a descision.