Denki Kaminari x Y/N || Guilty

Promises

Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last name

         Y/N sat at their desk, staring at their dark boots on the ground while mentally counting the time. It's 7:40...10 minutes late... Mr. Aizawa should be here in at least 5 minutes... They let out a rough sigh, glancing once more at the clock. 7:41. He probably- definitely- isn't coming. They inhaled sharply and smelled Ashido's plasticky strawberry perfume from beside them, and they wrinkled their nose. Y/N had chosen that perfume a while back, for her birthday in a spur of the moment decision.
          "You need to start wearing other perfumes, this one is disgusting."
           Ashido stuck her toungue out at them, "Nope! I like it, besides, you chose it."
           "I wish I hadn't," they said, though they were smiling.
          Ashido continued speaking, as Y/N fiddled with their hands. It's taking too long for him to come.
"So?" Ashido asked, as Y/N snapped back to attention.
They sucked in a short breath, grasping for something to say, but ending up just giving a half hearted shrug, "I don't know."
            Ashido let out a soft sigh, "Right..." She turned and started talking to someone behind her.
            Y/N bit the inside of their cheek, turning their gaze back to the ground. I didn't mean to do that. They tried to focus on the snatches of voices they heard. The sound, they wanted to say, was deafening, but in truth it was just murmurs and whispers. They all know that he isn't coming, just like you.
             "Damn!" Bakugou muttered, his hand flexed into a fist, "When's he comin'?"
             "He'll come," Iida said, though even his voice held a note of uncertainty. "I'm sure of it."
              Y/N let their head slump forward on hard desk, letting the noise dull to a drone. "Shut up," they whispered, though they doubted anyone heard them. The time. Y/N peeked through their arms, glancing up at Mr. Aizawa's desk. Do it. Just to check. Y/N flexed their fingers and started. Started. Their eyes started to burn, and wetness welled up under their eyes as they angled each thought towards the chair-
             a thin string forced into the circle neverending time where are we where are we where is the circle where where WHERE? break it.
             i can break it.
             A burning pain filled Y/N's head- no- not head- full body, and with a film of tears, they saw Mr. Aizawa sitting on the desk. The time is 7:50.
              you know, breaking something isnt easy i never have i never broke it i just let the string snap back in place in my head in my in my
             Y/N let go of the string, the string they always thinks is broken.
             Y/N felt a small tap on their shoulder and heard a voice behind them, "You okay?" Y/N whipped their head around quickly, having a small tear streak quickly across their face. They clapped a hand to the tear and quickly  wiped it on their jeans. Crap.
              They let out a soft string of curses under their breath, "Oh- uh- Jirou!" their face relaxed a little, though the tension was still there. She saw you. She saw you do it. "Sorry, you suprised me. Did you see- hear me?" They quickly changed their question, hoping all she heard was the 'shut up.' They started to instinctively rub their forehead, knowing that there was probably a red mark there now from the desk.
              "Yeah," she let out a laugh and tapped her ears. "Musicians ears, remember? And quirk-slash-earbud ears." Jirou lifted her eyebrow. "I also heard that very...lovely...cursing of yours."
               "It must have been the most lovely cursing you have ever heard," Y/N attempted to joke, but the smile they put on didn't reach their eyes. "Uh- so-"
              "No, I don't know where Mr. Aizawa is." she interrupted. "Stop asking."
              "I didn't ask you before-" I didn't mean to insult you. "Sorry."
              "No," she replied, pausing to glare at someone behind her. Y/N couldn't tell who it was, but they could see a tuft of blond hair peeking out behind Jirou. "I was talking to the person who continues to ask me!" she said, not quite shouting. Y/N heard a small snicker, as though someone was stifling a laugh.
                "Well..." Y/N let out a shaky breath, starting to smile a bit more.  "um, I suppose he will come soon-"
                "Wait!" Jirou suddenly sat up straight, as Y/N glared at her, though there was amusement in their eyes.
                "Can I get a word in edgewi-"
                 "I hear him coming!" she said, her tone filled with stifled excitement
                  Y/N almost fell out of their chair as they scrambled to attention; and saw Mr. Aizawa sitting up at his desk, staring without blinking at the rest of the class. Their face burned slightly, there was surely a blush now across their face. What if everyone saw? There was a small notecard crumpled in Mr. Aizawa's fist. Y/N quickly forgot their embarrassment and stared at the note.
                   The class quickly fell to silence, as their eyes quickly fell upon the card. Oh no.
                   He slowly sat up, as Y/N heard Ashido murmur, "Is he just trying to make this worse?" The strawberry smell was gone- Y/N got used to it. Now only the distaste for the smell was left.
                   "No, Mina," he said, his cold voice monotone, "I'm not. Now...as you all know, there has been rumours of the League of Villians...well-" he looked down at his notecard once and sighed, "they have a new name...or something. The League have been able to join up with some sort of corporation...the..liberation something. Yeah. With the...money...they are creating a recruitment program...for teens. Where they teach them how to fight for the league." This is it. He's telling us who it is. It's not me. I know.
                  "Get on with it, already..." muttered Mineta, though the majority of the class were sitting wide-eyed in their seats.
                  "We have chosen two students for the program...to be spies." Mr. Aizawa continued, ignoring Mineta.
                   Bakugou sat up quickly from his slumped posture, "If it's Deku...or anyone..." he said, though it was hard for Y/N to catch some of the words. Y/N clenched their fist, letting their face fall back into a frown.
                    "Kaminari, Denki."
                    "Oh, yeah!" He shouted as Y/N squeezed their eyes shut.
                    No. If it's me...no. Y/N tried to focus only on Mr. Aizawa's voice, ignoring the rest of the class's whooping, and a small growl of dissatisfaction from Bakugou. They started gnawing on their thumb nail, despite the fact they promised to stop doing that weeks ago. oh no oh no oh no.
                    "And, L/N, Y/N."
                      No.
                    "See me after class for details about the assignment- or mission, I suppose."
                    The rest of class continued quickly, Y/N barely noticed what was going on as their thoughts were consumed with him. Jirou was quietly humming an unfamiliar tune behind Y/N, and they could feel her eyes boring into their back. They heard Ashido whispering a short congratulations beside them, but Y/N just ignored it; not knowing quite what to say. The girl didn't say anything much after that, and Y/N felt a twinge of guilt.
                    "Sorry," they said shortly. Ashido sent a small smile their way, but continued to stay silent.
                     After the long drag of class- something about the quadratic formula, and graphing- it was over. The rest of the class shuffled out with murmurs of disapproval (and some approval) at Mr. Aizawa's descisions. Y/N felt Jirou's fingers brush against their arm. "Hey," Jirou whispered, "It'll be okay. If that-" she struggled with the words for a moment. "Jerk- uh, idiot- does anything wrong, I'll kill him for you." she smiled.
                  Y/N nodded, feeling some sort of gratefulness, for the first time, about Jirou knowing. About- their history. "Thanks," they said. Jirou tapped her fingers on Y/N's arm once more and left the classroom.
                  Now it's just us. No- no. Mr. Aizawa is still here. They shuffled to the edge of the classroom, completely ignoring the boy- Denki- beside them. No, call him Kaminari. They only saw him in their peripheral vision, and his golden eyes were fixed on Y/N. They stood up straight, feeling as though that line of tension from before yanked tight. Clenching their fingers together, their hands were clammy. Y/N focused on Mr. Aizawa, the notecard, anything but- anything but him.
                    "L/N, Kaminari," Mr. Aizawa started. "You have a very..." he paused to glance down at the card. "hard- no- dire mission. You will be posing as 2 teenage kids named Harumi Rin- that is you, L/N, and Kaito Aoki."
                  "Are there code names?" Kaminari interrupted. "I love code names! Can I be...ooh...Lightning Fire!?" Y/N winced at the sound of his voice.
                  "...no." Mr. Aizawa said.
                   He continued on, filling out each individual details of the mission. Where it was, how it worked, when. Y/N leaned in forward so that Kaminari wasn't in their vision anymore and they just saw Mr. Aizawa. They soaked up each detail, forcing each thought towards his words. Not him, don't look at him.
                    "...so...we chose your quirks specifically for this mission..." he gestured, to Kaminari. Y/N did their best not to look at him. "Your electricity would be good if you get found... don't let it come to that. If you are found, send out a signal to us."
                    "Yeah, yeah!" Kaminari crowed. Y/N's back straightened, impossibly, more. It started to ache from the tension in it. Mr. Aizawa ignored him.
                     "Your time bubble quirk..." he nodded towards Y/N. "you could see what happened in the past, for important information."
                    Y/N nodded. They felt Kaminari bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, but ignored him. Stop. Stop drawing attention to yourself; because if you do, I'll look at you. I will see you and you will break the promise you made to me.
                    "Oh..." Mr. Aizawa said, "I forgot."
                     "You need a cover story. We will leave this up to you. Something where you're close, like childhood friends, or dating-"
                      "No." Y/N interrupted. "We aren't doing that." They felt Kaminari's gaze whip over to them, and they clenched their fist. Thankfully, he didn't say anything. I've ruined everything...I've made things worse.
                      Mr. Aizawa's gaze bored into Y/N, but he just silently made a note on the card. "Friends will work. That's all, you may leave. I'll see you tomorrow."
                    Y/N started to whip around to face the door, and then he was in front of them.
                    They hadn't looked at him straight on since his promise, but he hadn't looked any different.
                    His golden- or maybe amber- eyes were fixed on their face, but as soon as they looked at him, he craned his neck as though he was glancing away, but they could see that his eyes were still fixed on theirs. Kaminari's face looked like it was stretched in a- was that a grin? Was he smiling at them?
                   Y/N felt red rising up their neck. Even worse- he may take their blush as embarrassment.
                   His face was still in that goofy, hopeful grin. They resisted the urge to slap him.
                   It was odd. Y/N was guilty. It was Y/N's fault, yet all they could feel while looking at his face was anger, not guilt.
                   As they started to walk out of the classroom, they felt a voice in their ear, Kaminari's voice. "I'm sorry."
                  Whatever excitement that was in his voice before was gone, just a kind of...sadness. Guilt.
                   You broke your promise, they wanted to say, you told me you never broke promises.
                   You were supposed to stop talking to me.

All characters and settings except for Y/N L/N (more will be added later) are a part of My Hero Academia and I DO NOT own them. The characters and setting belong to Kohei Horikoshi, and this story is NOT a part of the canon or original plot.

Hi!
This is my first time writing a fanfiction, I usually just write short stories! I hope you'll like it! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated :) Also, this won't just be romance, there will be a lot of action and adventure as well.
A quick question- so, Mina sits next to Y/N and Jirou sits behind them. There is still an option for someone in front of Y/N and someone to the other side of them. If there are any characters you want included in the story, I can have them sit near Y/N! I don't know if this will get any views, but any answers would be appreciated!  And remember- they have to be from class 1-A.
Also, if you want a different fake name, I can change it! I just looked up japanese names online and I am not very experienced in making names.
There may be changes done and editing eventually, so if there is any major changes I will inform you at the beginning of the story!
I had a blast writing this! (wow I have done a lot of exclamation marks)
I hope you enjoyed!
-Willow🧚🏻‍♀️