I Might Die, But That's Alright - ShinKami - TransDenki

Chapter Seven

The next day at school was just like any other, they did hero training, they got yelled at by Iida about being inappropriate and they joked about it later. He sat with the self-acclaimed 'bakusquad'. Kirishima shamelessly flirted with Bakugou and the angry blond either didn't pick up on it or he was ignoring it. Mina and Sero talked a lot, they were basically talking fluent memes. And Denki, well Denki stared around the lunch hall looking for a certain tall, purple haired insomniac.

Even though he had spent the whole day yesterday, curled up in the boy's arms, he just wanted to be around him constantly. It was like an itch that he couldn't reach. He continued to look around and realised that he wasn't in the room, he looked back at his food and sighed.

"What's wrong Kaminari?" Kirishima asked from were he was sitting next to Bakugou across the table.

Denki looked up, obviously startled, "Hmm? Oh, nothing. I'm fine." He brushed off Kirishima's concern.

Mina looked at him questioningly, then suddenly it looked like a light bulb lit up in her head and she giggled. She turned to Sero and whispered something in his ear, suddenly there was a shit eating grin plastered to his face.

"You can't look at me like that and not tell me what's going on." Denki whined. Mina shook her head and imitated zipping her lips and throwing away the key. Denki then sighed and turned back to his food.

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About a week went by and Denki was getting weird looks from Mr Aizawa and Mr Yamada. Whenever he noticed the looks he stared right back at them and widened his eyes to make it look like he was looking into their soul.

It worked a lot better than he hoped. They looked away instantly.

He was once again sitting in the lunch hall after a long hero training session in which he had been whacked in the gut with a massive pole by Momo. So, he was sitting in the lunch hall once again with the Bakusquad when he finally spotted the beautiful man. Beautiful? When did I think that he was beautiful? I mean, he is, it's not a lie, but still. He eyes locked onto Hitoshi, it felt wrong to call him Shinsou, but it felt weird to call him Aizawa.

He rested his head on his palm and propped his arm up on the bench as he watched the boy. His eyes followed him around the room, until he finally walked out the door with his lunch tray in his hands, I wonder where he goes at lunch. Maybe to see his dad? That makes sense, right? He heard a stifled giggle next to him and snapped out of his trance.

"I knew you liked someone!" Mina basically screamed, "but to think that you like him. And you are in so deep, you were almost drooling over the poor boy." She let out an exited squeal.

Denki looked around the table with confusion written all over his face. They were all looking at him in various stages of amusement.

Suddenly Denki felt a pain in his gut, and he took a deep breath in and blinked a few times before letting out a steadying breath. "You right man?" Kirishima asked.

He nodded and got up from the table, "Yeah I'm fine. I'll be back in a second."

As soon as he turned around he heard Bakugou call out to him "Oi, dunce face. You -ahh, you sat in something." Denki looked down at his pants and cursed. "Here tie my jumper around your waist." He took off his jumper and handed it to a thankful Denki.

"Do you, ahh. Do you happen to have anything I could use?" he asked quietly while standing next to the annoyed blonde.

"You mean to tell me that you don't have any on you?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow and sighed, but stood up and grabbed his bag "yeah, I got some, damn Deku forgets them all the time." they left the hall fairly quickly and made their way to the bathroom, leaving their friends very confused.

When they made it to the bathroom Bakugou smiled and handed Denki a small pouch that had some pads in it.

"How did you forget them honestly dude." He sounded exasperated as he leaned against the sink and Denki walked into one of the stalls.

Denki shrugged as he closed the door, "I just wasn't expecting it for a while." He sat down on the toilet and opened the pouch, he even had painkillers in there.

"How long is a while?" came an angry voice from the other side of the door.

"A few months." He hadn't meant to say it and when he did he began to freak out. Shit, shit, shit. I just told Bakugou. No, no, no. Shit, this is bad I can't play that off I've been quiet for too long now.

Instead he decided to change the topic in the hopes on Bakugou dropping the subject, "Do you have any underpants in that magic bag of yours. Mine are trashed."

Bakugou scoffed, "You're making it sound like you shat yourself. And no, I don't, why would I carry underpants in my bag." Denki sighed, slightly out of relief that he dropped the subject, and slightly because he would he to walk around with bloody pants for the rest of the day. "Can I keep you're jacket? I'll clean it when I got home, you'll have it back by tomorrow I promise." He took a deep breath as another cramp hit him.

"Why can't you just put your own jumper around your waist? Are you done yet?" Bakugou had a good point, but the uniform was short sleeved, and Denki had sliced up his arms only a week ago, so the cuts were still scabbed over.

Denki sighed again; he was starting to sound like Mr Aizawa. "Yeah, I'm coming out." He opened the door and locked eyes with Bakugou, "Alright, you were pregnant." It was a blatant question, and it startled Denki, "Dude! what the hell, anyone could hear you."

Bakugou shook his head. "I locked the door and checked all the stalls. Its just us. Who's was it?" it was reassuring to know that it was just the two of them, but he was still annoyed. Denki looked at the ground, "That... that doesn't matter. What does is that it's gone, and I can be happy that I don't have a parasite growing inside me." He rubbed his eyes and went to walk towards the door.

"Why do you need my jumper, what are you hiding on your arms?" he was being kind and gentle, it was unsettling.

"Why are you being so nice?" he hugged the sleeves of the jacket to his chest and held back tears.

Bakugou stepped up behind Denki and placed a warm hand on his shoulder, "Because, I care about you. You're one of my idiots. Don't tell anyone that I said that though. Now, can you please show me your arms?" he had walked around to look Denki in the eye, "please."

There was no point of trying to hide it, if Bakugou thought something he was most likely right, and he always figured it out. Denki was fighting a losing battle. He shrugged off his jacket and showed Bakugou his forearms.

"Have you told anyone about either of these?" He was still really quiet, it was scaring Denki even more, Bakugou was either silent or yelling, he was never calm and composed.

Denki shook his head and began crying "Mr Aizawa and Mr Yamada know about the baby, but no one knows about the cuts."

Bakugou wrapped his arms around Denki and pulled him close, "You can keep my jumper, for a little bit. I've got a spare." He took a breath to begin another sentence, but the bell rang signalling that lunch was over. "Let's get you cleaned up so we can get back to class." They spent the next ten minutes hugging each other while Denki tried to stop crying. It took a while, but he stopped, and they cleaned him up and made their way to class.

Mr Aizawa was waiting for them in the hallway with his arms crossed and a sour expression on his face, if he was a normal teacher you would think that it means 'I'm wasting precious teaching time hurry up' but because it's Mr Aizawa and not a normal teacher it means 'you're wasting my napping time hurry the fuck up'.