Diseased (ShinKami)

Chapter 6

As Denki made his way to school, he ran into three members of the Dekusquad; Uraraka, Iida and Midoriya himself. Denki tried to hide his face with the hood of his hoodie, but it wouldn't be any use if they came up to him.

'Well...? Shit...' Denki thought as they did, indeed, come up to him.

"Good morning, Kaminari-kun!" Uraraka beamed.

"Hey, Uraraka. Midoriya. Iida."

"Are you OK, Kaminari-kun? You seem to be acting rather protective of yourself this morning. Is everything alright?" Midoriya asked, kindly.

"Yep... Everything's fine..."

They stepped through the door of the classroom but, instead of a straight passage to his seat, Denki bumped into something. Or rather, someone.

"Whoah. You OK there, Kaminari?" The person said, holding out his hand to the fallen blonde.

Denki stayed on the floor, still hiding his face. He felt tears threaten to fall and blood trickle from one of his many facial cuts, from the beer bottle that night, as it reopened.

Shinso crouched down to his level as the rest of the class circled them.

"I'll ask again; are you OK there, Kaminari?"

"Fuck off..." Denki cursed as he slapped the insomniac's hand away.

"We're just concerned about you, Bro." Kiri added.

"Well don't be. I don't need any of your fucking concern."

Just then, Aizawa walked in, with paper in hand, signaling for everyone to take their seats.

"These pieces of paper that I'm handing out to you are consent forms for a Class 1A and 1B combined camp. I will need you to get your parents to sign them tonight so you can hand them in tomorrow."

When Aizawa reached Denki's seat, he placed the form on his desk.

"Kaminari? I need you to remove your hoodie. It is not part of the school uniform." Aizawa ordered.

Kaminari ignored him.

"Kaminari. I will not ask again. Remove your hoodie."

Denki finally listened, and as he removed it from his head, gasps flew through the room as they saw the multiple scratches and cuts on his face.
His cuts were located on his forehead, across his cheek, one sliced his eyebrow in half and another had cut open his lip.

Denki didn't say a thing but he knew from the way that his teacher was looking at him, he knew he was making him go to see Recovery Girl and that's what he did.

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As Denki stepped inside the house, he earned a bitch slap across his cheek, causing a red mark to form. His head snapped to the side from the force of the slap as he felt the consent form being snatched from his hand. He was reading it on the way home, knowing that his dad probably wouldn't let him go.

"You want to go on a fucking camp?!" His father slurred in his drunk voice, but it still had a hint of sanity in it.

"Yes sir..." Denki whispered, but loud enough for the man to hear.

"Its in a couple weeks?"

"Yes sir..."

"Alright. I'll let you go, but when you get home, I will make sure you will work twice as hard as you already do."

The man signed the form and threw it at the poor blonde.