bnha scenarios

kaminari denki | ☁⛈

prompt: denki is a bit more than a backstabber.
category: fluff + angst
trigger warning: mentions panic attacks
character: number 1 simp
word count: 1884
song: guillotine by jon bellion

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Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe
I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade

DENKI PAUSED ALL OF A SUDDEN, the vase slipping from his hands. Another panic attack. These things weren't rare; at least not in his household. Denki had one of these at least once or twice a week; it was a result of all the trauma he had faced growing up. He was not only a traitor to Yuuei, but to the villains too.

He'd give the villains information but report the same thing to the HPSC. He never got to live out his childhood, forced to be some twisted spy from a young age. However, through all of that, he had stuck to one individual: Y/n. They were guilty of doubting him once and only once and that was when he was revealed as Yuuei's traitor.

Still though, as soon as it was cleared up, they were the first to welcome him with open arms. They had wrapped him in their arms, pulling his figure close against theirs in a comforting manner. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had to be alone through all of that," Their voice was enough to make him cry and he did, breaking down in their arms in front of all of his classmates.

That's what made them special.

Because while everyone stared at him like he was a stranger, they still regarded him as a friend.

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave
There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head

Years had passed since then and they were still stuck by his side. The two moved in together not long after deciding to date. It took forever to repair the trust that Denki lost with everyone else, but most of them had forgiven him; Bakugo was still having a hard time, especially since he was the one that got kidnapped due to Denki's information.

However, the LoV was gone now. 

The blond could hear distant footsteps followed by the calling of his name. Y/n knew not to approach him though, enclosing him in their arms would only make him panic more. So, instead, they grasped the sleeve of his sweater gently and led him to the bed. He instinctively sat on the edge, setting his head in his hands.

Y/n looked at him with soft eyes, their heart twisting in their chest at the sight of their loved one in so much pain. Swallowing, they moved on to clean up the glass, knowing it was better to leave Denki for the time being. If they made any quick movements or said anything abruptly, he would lash out at them on instinct; they had learned that the hard way.

However, he never meant it. In the saddest of ways, it was muscle memory.

Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips
I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave

"Hey," 

Y/n jolted but then let out a sigh of relief, realizing that the figure was just Denki. His arms wrapped around them as he gave them a gentle back hug, chin resting on their shoulder. "Feeling better?" The girl asked quietly, their hands settled on his arms. They pressed on them occasionally, distracting themself.

"Yeah," His voice was hoarse.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."