𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕡: Denki Kaminari x Fem Reader

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This is in the past tense, as the reader is recalling her first day at school :)

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Why do you build me up,
Buttercup baby?

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Entry 1

I remember waking up excited, but also dreadful. I don't think I was exactly ready for the hell-hole called high school. But then I would remember that this hell-hole was UA. The school for future heroes.

It has to be different, I remember thinking. We won't have standardized sit-down tests. Everyday lectures. Pop-Quizzes.

Now that I think about it, that was stupid to assume.

Sokudo was happier then too. He was up early every morning to start his routine, jogging, shower, and then an attempt at breakfast.

He couldn't cook. He still can't. He was just trying to display what he was shown when he was younger.

He said, ''Mom would always fix a big dinner for me her and dad after I won or accomplished something. After winning a ball game, acing a test. Anything, it was her way of saying she was proud.'

He had been trying to learn to cook, fixing breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, any recipe he could find in the cookbooks he bought the day I got my acceptance letter.

I recall when he wasn't in the kitchen trying to make weird and outlandish dishes, he was watching cooking shows, reading cooking blogs for moms, or at the grocery store buying ingredients, and weird kitchen utensils.

We don't even use them, to this day. They just sit and gather dust. I'm pretty sure there is an egg slicer in the back of one of the kitchen cabinets.

He had made omelets that morning, the morning I had my first day of hero school. Sokudo burnt them. I grabbed a granola bar and ran out before he attempted to force-feed my charred eggs.

Once I made it to school I was pretty much shaking with anxiousness. The moment I reached the classroom is the one I remember most clearly. The one where he approached me. The one who caused my demise.

I don't know if I mean that. I think I just need somebody to blame my problems on. And all my difficulties started after I met him.

Denki Kaminari.

He came up behind me with a sly snarky remark. He wasn't trying to be rude, he was trying to embarrass me.

'You in this class or are you trying to get a glimpse at the new heroes to be? The new stars of UA?'

I had been scared to walk in and lingered outside the door when he came up to me.

After I entered the classroom behind him, I recognized two people from my middle school. Eijiro Kirishima and Mina Ashido. I remember being ecstatic because I had friends in my new class.

At first, I hadn't recognized Kirishima, because of his newfound red hair. I ended teasing him for it later.

Mina had me rate the attractiveness of all the boys in the class from 1 to 10 with her. In my opinion, I thought all the guys in our new class were decent-looking. She thought I was weird for thinking the bird guy looked cool.

She thought this guy with really weird elbows was attractive.

I tried to hype up Kiri, since I was rooting for him. My ship since the beginning of middle school. They didn't talk often, but when they did it made my romantic heart soar.

They were meant to be, and I was meant to be their matchmaker.

I had made it my destiny to get them together.

When lunch had come around me and Mina sat with Kirishima, who was sitting with Sero, he has very nice elbows. I was just joking. He is a great friend.

Kiri was also sitting with him. Denki. I remember being annoyed that he was there.

When did me and Denki even become friends? It just kinda happened without me realizing it.

We were so close, you woulda thought we knew each other since we were little kids.

At this point, I don't know if I ever even liked him. Well I know I liked him. As a friend that is. I meant like like. Maybe love.

I could have been imagining feeling due to pressure. Not to forget misreading and misunderstandings.

That's all I have at the moment. Sorry, mom and dad, I messed everything up.

Your daughter, n/n (nickname)

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So if it doesn't make sense, y/n is writing
journal entries to her parents. Who are dead. It's just compensation, I believe writing journal entries to somebody make journaling easier, even if the person is to never see them.

I use to write entries to a superhero I had made up, mind you this was years ago. Her name was Mink. She was like my idol. I pictured her as me, but everything I wanted to be. I aspired to be like this imaginary hero.

-xo, rain