nobody ⁑ kmjr

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A/N: About the song above, I was listening to Queen and this song came on. And when I tell you inspiration struck. It was like a baby crying as soon as the plane goes off. But it reminded me of Kaminari's feelings towards Kyoka!

Kirishima felt his heart stop as he locked eyes with Bakugou. 

He'd seen him kiss Ashido. Ashido thought he'd told him. 

He had lied. 

To both of them. 

-The Next Day-

Kaminari and Tokoyami sat in the recording studio, tuning and preparing their guitars. "Tokoyami-Kun, Can I ask you something?" Kaminari asked nervously. "I suppose." Tokoyami sighed. "You and Bakugou, you guys didn't know who I was. How come you let me join?" He questioned. 

"First of all, Katsuki has a very personal connection with Kyoka. He knew who you were. I let you join because we were desperate." He responded. Kaminari forced a laugh. "I'm guessing that's why Bakugou doesn't like me?" He laughed. 

"No. That's just how he is." The noirette replied. "That's good." The blonde sighed, beginning to strum his guitar. "I'll be going." Tokoyami sighed, placing his guitar in his case. 

"B-Bye!" Kaminari mumbled. Tokoyami waved and began to walk out. He hesitated at the door before turning around. "She likes strawberry cake and pink daffodils." He mumbled. Kaminari gave him a confused look. 

"She says she hates pink, but she has a soft spot for pink daffodils." He explained. "You're being serious?" Kaminari questioned. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" He answered. "It's just, for 5 years, people were always doing stuff to screw me over." He mumbled.

"It hurts… but I'm used to it." He sighed. "Well… good for you." The noirette muttered. He waved before leaving. Kaminari huffed and gathered to his feet. Tokoyami might've come off as cold, but truly, those were the best words He could've said. 

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Kaminari walked down the sidewalk, holding a small strawberry cake in a plastic container in his right hand, and pink daffodils in his left. 

He felt hopeful, for the first time in five years. Hopeful that Kyoka would accept his apology. But then again, the future was uncertain. He knew all too well. 

He stopped at the bus station and sat down. Should he really be doing this? Kyoka might still be mad. He shook his head and sighed. 

"Who's the special someone?" He looked over to see a man with scruffy black hair that hung to his shoulders. Kaminari pointed to himself, questioning if he was referring to him. 

"Yeah you. The only guy holding flowers and cake, two very well known tokens of affection." The man grumbled. "Oh! Hehe, These aren't for my partner." He chuckled. "Then who?" The man persisted. 

"Uh, I guess my friend. If you could even call her that. She kind of hates my guts." He mumbled. "Hm." The guy mumbled, leaning back. "Can I ask why?" He questioned. 

"Well, it's complicated. I don't really want to talk about it. I feel horrible whenever I do. He sighed. "That's alright." The man mumbled. Kaminari ran his thumb along the petals of the daffodils.  

The two sat in awkward silence for a moment. "You do know what daffodils symbolize, right?" The man questioned. Kaminari shook his head. 

"Rebirth and new beginnings." He chuckled. Kaminari's eyes widened. "I guess this is a new beginning for you, huh?" The man questioned.  "Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is." Kaminari chuckled, looking up at the sky. 

It was incredibly foggy, to the point where you could barely see a foot in front of you. It was uncertain.  

The bus pulled up and the black haired man stood up. "Nice chat..." He sighed, Shaking Kaminari's hand. "I'm Shota Aizawa." He greeted. "I'm Denki. D-Denki Kaminari." The blonde mumbled. The man smiled and waved.