Part 2

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Would now be a good time to explain how this fic Idea came to me? Well whether you want the explanation or not here it is. I had found something somewhere saying that Kaminari cannonly has a shirt with the omega symbol on it (in the image up above). I took this bit of information and ran with it. I didn't really feel like trying to write an omega verse fic so I decided why not have Kaminari write this type of stuff . While brainstorming with my friend it evolved into him writing about his classmates. I wanted to do a ship and I wanted it to be a rare pair, more brainstorming and poor, sweet Ojiro was dragged into this. It's not in Kaminari's perspective because I really didn't have the energy for that, and Ojiro's perspective sounded fun. I also wanted to make Ojiro's experience in the last chapter relatable but I don't think I succeeded with that. Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk.


Ojiro was sitting writing down notes and getting an early start on his homework when he felt the familiar feeling of hands rubbing the tip of his tail. He turned slightly to see kaminari pouting while messing with the tuft at the end.

"You took the braid out." Kaminari whined when noticing that Ojiro was watching him.

"Sorry, you can make more if you want." Ojiro suggested, turning back to the work in front of him.

Ojiro relaxed as the familiar feeling of his tail fur being gently tugged and ruffled continued. Kaminari spaced out, adding little braids here and there on the tuft. It being the last class of the day, most of their classmates were restless, anticipating the bell that would allow them to get back to the dorm and have their free time.

When the bell did ring the opposite blondes had been surprised at how quickly the time had passed. Ojiro gathered his things and got up to go only to get tugged back by his tail.

"I'm not finished." Kaminari huffed, concentrated on the braid he was weaving.

After a few moments Kaminari pulled a tiny rubber band out of his pocket and tied off the braid. Just in time for Mina to storm back into the classroom, getting ready to yell at him for not leaving with the rest of the bakusquad. Instead she just looked at them with a mischievous grin and walked back out.

"Your friends are odd." Ojiro thought aloud before he could stop himself.

"That's half the fun of the bakusquad though!" Kaminari gave his usual sunshine-like grin. "It may seem like we have a death wish when we tease and make fun of Bakugo, but it's because we know he actually likes us and won't hurt us too bad."

Ojiro walked back to the dorms with Kaminari, listening to him ramble on about his friends, and getting lost in that gorgeous, bright smile of his.

Walking into the common room a blur of pink tackled an unsuspecting pikachu and drug him away. Ojiro's eyebrows crinkled together in concerned confusion as he went to his dorm and changed into his casual clothes. Ojiro had fully meant to go downstairs and hang out with everyone seeing as he had finished the assignment handed out during class. Though he had made the mistake of sitting on his bed for a moment, which then turned into laying on his bed, then before he knew it he was taking a well deserved nap.

Apparently fate had other plans for him, because barely fifteen minutes later by a persistent knock at his door. Opening it he came face to face with excited, golden eyes.

"Hey man! Nobody else wants to hang out with me so I was wondering if you would like to try skateboarding with me?"

"You know how to skateboard?" Ojiro asked, rubbing his eyes free from their heavy feeling as he watched Kaminari bounce in place at his door.

"Nope, but it seems fun. I already bought the boards. Now I just need someone to join me, to make it extra fun, ya know?" Kaminari had the biggest grin on his face as he was talking, causing Ojiro's heart to flutter. "So do you wanna come with me?"

Chuckling lightly, looking at the younger boy's pleading face, he nodded and let the energetic blond drag him to their destination.

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