It's Raining It's Pouring, I Know I'll Never Be The King

Night Lights

I don't mean to be rude but please leave a comment here or at the end of the chapter showing you have read it. It would be very much appreciated if you could leave a comment on something you liked: something you didn't like, or if I include an original character then tell me something you noticed about them. Recommendations for second parts or simply future chapters are always welcome.

Warning: very minor mentions of death. Puke. Abuse. Screaming and more. None of it is extensive tho

Quick summary of this chapter. Because it's a little longer than most of them. Denki has insomnia and Nyctophobia. He wants to sleep, but he can't, so he decides to take a trip in the older part of the city. While he's there, he finds a kid so now he has to pretend that he's not afraid of the dark, or simply that the dark isn't so scary; while also trying to help the kid find his way back home.

Denki turned on the tv in his dorm room and set the volume to low so it resounded as a simple dull hum. A movie played in the background with colors and shadows dancing on the walls. He grabbed his phone to check the time.

It was late, or early; whichever you consider 1am to be. And waking up at such a time really should be far from routine for Denki; or anyone. Anyone hoping to become a hero. But not a lot of heroes or even hopeful heroes were like Denki. Nobody was afraid like Denki could fear. Denki stared at his phone screen for what felt like an hour, scrolling through his camera roll and reading old messages.

He just wanted to go back to sleep. Snapchat was boring. YouTube and Netflix went by in a blur. He didn't really want to watch anything anyways. He just wanted to close his eyes ti a safer darkness. Nothing was working. In reality what seemed to be 2 hours was nothing but 35 minutes.

"Damn, guess we gotta do this again." He sighed. He checked his phone battery, not truely worried thanks ti his quirk but he didn't want to have to use it. His phone was charged enough so Denki got dressed in some casual clothes. Black athletic pants, a white t-shirt, a black hoodie that he wrapped around his waist, his glasses (that nobody knows he needs.) and a pair of white platform shoes that glow a pale blue color in the dark. He slipped on one of his pairs of headphones as a final thought and left his room for the stairs.

*it's hard enough having insomnia-* he thought to himself as he activated his quirk and watched it spin around in his hand. And curl around his fingers ans wrist: eventually crawling up his arm and dancing around his neck and head, leaving a light sting but he realized it helped him keep his quirk activated longer without draining him.

There was always a slight sting, but it would reduce to an almost everlasting headache and it just made him more uncomfortable. But he recently found out that if the electricity circled him; never actually leaving or entering his body, only fizzing around it, he could hold it for a much longer amount of time will little to zero pain. It hurt when he expelled a lot, sure, it felt like ripping out a knife. Not that anybody knows that. He would have been pulled out of the hero course.

But when it was inside his body. It felt like All might himself in his glory days had 'Detroit Smashed' his skull into his brain tissue. He was often accused of having a raisin brain or not one at all. Sometimes it felt like that; like the electricity was the only thing actually in control. Inside of his body it felt like being strapped to a table with studded belts. The belts were nailed; glued to the table even. The studs were on both sides. His fingers were stuck to the table with large thumb tacks. The belt studs dug into his wrists, neck, stomach, thighs and ankles. The table was slowly becoming longer. Stretching out his body in torturous methods. He knew how it felt. ⚠️He was used to it. He was fine. He was technically dying. But blood had never tasted so good on the tip of his tongue.⚠️