hide & seek , kaminari

FIFTEEN

"𝙈𝙊𝙈, 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀, 𝙄 don't want to go," y/n pleaded, her voice breaking as she forced herself to hold her tears in. she begged her mother to let her stay, clinging onto a thin thread of hope.

"honey, i know you want to stay in japan; you've made many friends— even got a boyfriend— who you love, but i've already rejected the job offer once for you. we aren't going too far either... please understand, y/n— we're not so well off. we need the job." her mother placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

y/n knew that she ought to understand, so she nodded sadly, trying to digest the information. she sank to the ground, letting her tears fall. she didn't want to break the news. she didn't even want to leave. just as she thought everything in her life was becoming perfect, it just had to mess up.

"when are we coming back?" y/n asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

her parents exchanged glances. taking a deep breath, her mother said, "y/n, we aren't."

the thread broke.

—

slowly, listlessly, y/n trudged to school. she didn't feel the same amount of serotonin she usually got when she entered the school gates. it had seemingly started to snow; y/n shuddered in the dangerously cold climate.

she got questioning looks from some of her classmates when she stepped into the classroom. however, none of them asked her what was wrong. until mina saw her.

"hey, y/n, what's wrong?" she asked in concern. peering around the room to make sure kaminari hadn't arrived yet, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "did you and kami fight?"

a small smile broke out onto her face as y/n shook her head, no. "i'm moving."

at this, heads whipped around to face y/n, who was about to burst into tears. she struggled to hold them in, to make sure her voice didn't tremble when she noticed the love of her life stop at the entrance of the classroom, eyes widening in shock. "hi, denki."

"you're what?" he rushed over to her, cupping her face in his hands gently. "you're moving?" he blinked rapidly, like he was trying to accept the news. "to where?"

"i'm going to busan," y/n said. "in korea."

"why? is it because of our fight?" denki asked, and she could tell he was trying his best not to be sad about it, to be understanding. to not show he was hurting so she wouldn't feel so bad when she moved.

she could see through all that, though.

"no, my parents are going there for work. i have to go too."

he tilted his head up, blinking once or twice, then looked back at her, staring into her eyes. "when are you leaving?"

"in about a week," she replied, tears starting to stream freely down her cheeks. "actually, five days."

"is it transitory? when will you come back?"

"i don't think i will," y/n mustered. "t—they said we won't be coming back, but i think we will if the company closes down and such. i know it's wrong to wish for these kind of things, and i know i ought to support them, but—"

"love, look at me." kaminari brushed her hair out of her face. "it's gonna be fine. we can call when we're free. there's no time difference either!" he tried his best to sound cheerful.

"it's not the same," y/n sobbed, "but i promise i'll call you every day."

dejection infused the classroom and several girls shed some tears. "we're gonna miss you, y/n," kirishima said, patting her back.

"i'll miss you guys too. for now, let's enjoy the time we have left?" she asked as though it were a request.

"yeah." kaminari agreed, a teardrop falling from his eye.