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Short-circuited Denki & Shrunken Jirou

I posted this onto my tumblr, and may post it onto my Ao3. But I wanted to play with the dynamic of Denki when short-circuited, it could make a sweet and wonderful scenario! This is older and finished recently! I am still fixing the requests, so this is a small taste of what I write (; w ;)

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He was drooling, she noticed with a sneer, hands on her hips as her boot beat at the dirt in a nervous impatience.

"Whe- whey...?" She could not for any money decipher what the fuck he was even trying to say, but the tone was confused. Had he tried with a question?

"What do you want? Huh?" Kyoka made no attempts to step any closer to the teens' towering form, the distance between them was very, enough. Frankly put, she was more than very off about the whole shrinking thing. To be truthful, Denki was almost terrifyingly big as she looked up at his lost face. The two had tried to work as a duo against a gang of teens their age, and perhaps she got a bit ahead of herself. It left her brushed by the deceptive finger of a delinquent with some sort of shrinking quirk.
She witnessed, helpless to do anything, as the idiot before her had tackled the dude down then short-circuited, only that the target had friends who had carried him off; leading to now, as he sat in the grass, glancing down at her, oblivious to the strangeness of this predicament, while subconsciously going back and forth with his thumbs, as per usual. Kyoka groaned, rolling her eyes.

'If only you'd stayed smart.'

"Hellooo? Earth to Jamming-Whey." She tried. Which only earned the girl indifference from his eyes, not calming down his erratic hands. Of fucking course this had to happen, and to her too! The girl turned around, stomping as hard away as she could as she just tried to think of anything to help their situation. They weren't in any immediate danger, just unsupervised. Mr.Aizawa would surely arrive soon, the others had been messaged info of their whereabouts, so maybe about half an hour from now-

All of a sudden she was enveloped by fingers taller than herself. With no time to react Kyoka let out a "Hey!" of surprise, eyeing frantically at the imprisonment, till she turned and raised her head to face the blond captor. Expecting some sort of explanation.
Denki's eyes were however only dazedly eyeing his friend, brows creasing his forehead, as if in a worried state of mind.

'What is going on inside that empty space?!'

"Hey, Whey-man!" She tried kicking herself loose once more, "Let me down, Denki!"
He wasn't being rough, actually, his grip was surprisingly gentle, but she hated the thought of being in his grip. Tiny, and to top it off, unable to stop whatever antics he would come up with.
The blonds brows just furrowed together even further, almost disclosing a look of hurt.
Damn, she did not like seeing this big baby-guy sad. Kyoka ceased her kicking, sighing in a defeated manner. Her world shifted a bit as the hand around her was brought closer to her friend's chest, cradling her protectively against him. He radiated heat, but it was not too bad. A shadow was over her in a few seconds, the back of the other hand being wiped under Denki's chin, bringing the drool with it. He was just about to bring the other hand around the one holding the girl, but no, nonono, she wanted nothing to do with his spit.

"Ah, ah! Denki! Wipe that off first!" God, she had to baby this giant boy. She mentally dragged a hand down her face. His own hand froze at her words, his throat making some strange humming as the arm limply fell to his side. At least he was not completely lost to his drawback. No other choice but to relax, somewhat at the very least, she untensed her body. She had not noticed it before, but as all fell quiet, she felt and heard the strumming of his pulse. Though, what worried Kyoka was the occasional skip or jitter it gave off. She guessed a powerful quirk like being able to freaking electrocute stuff was not in any way easy to deal with. A sad sigh flared her nostrils, just to save her he had once again lost a few brain cells. She also noticed he had calmed down since he had snatched her up. His breathing slower, and his hands still. Was it sheer willpower to restrain that restlessness, or did the predicament bring him content? Her heart swelled a bit. Kyoka supposed Denki was not all that bad. Annoying at times, but sweet all the same. Especially as he sat there in the grass with her... while she was miniaturized... Held protectively against her wishes. Though, it was humouring.

"Big doof." She snorted.

"K- Kyo-" The blond started up again, trying with words "Ka... S- Safe." He seemed to be leaving it at that. Sight rolling back up to stare at the clear hues of the evening sky.

A smile eased onto her normally frowny face, closing her eyes. Maybe... She didn't mind it that much, not for now.

Bonus:

Denki sensed that sobering feeling slowly letting on his brain, blinking a few times as if to encourage it in more. His memories were a bit fuzzy, like, he had had a dream about Kyoka. Being tiny. He was sitting in that same grass-patch that he had dreamt about, and his hand-
He whipped his head fast to look down on his occupied hand, shaken to find his dream less of an actual figment of his crazy imagination. In his hand he held his friend, actually shrunken and dozed off. Awe entered him, only interrupted when- when she snuggled her resting head further into his fingers.
His heart swelled at her action, but he figured she could not be super comfortable in his fist. Still a bit shaky from the dizzy spell, he opened his hand over the other, cupping it as he gently let her lie onto it. Being more than careful not to rustle the girl around too much. He could see a small smile fall onto her face, once more burying into his skin, as if napping in a comfortable bed.
'Ahh! She is so cute!'

He heard a buzz, raising his head and reaching into his pocket to fish his phone out. He saw a multitude of missed calls and notifications, but the most recent one was from his teacher himself! Asking for the coordinates of their whereabouts. Denki quickly sent them, putting the phone back into his pocket.

Looking to check on the girl again, he was not expecting to meet her two glaring eyes. The boy nervously chuckled.

"What is it?"

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Shouta walked into the forest, Hizashi waiting in the car at the road in front of the clearing. He was just about to look back at the coordinates Denki had sent to his work-phone, but did not have time to open the map as a screeching voice made its way to his ears.

"Denki! This was the hand you wiped your nasty drool with!"
"S- Sorry!" There was the shortest of pauses.
"It tickles, but the amount- amount of power you put into hitting me hurts me so much, Kyoka!"

Yeah, this was starting off easy. He thought as he trudged on, knowing he had some lecturing to do.