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

The Locker Room Hero

Hi y'all. Before everyone starts reading I would like to mention few things. Any further Information and questions will be at the end of this chapter/page. But I hope everyone can forgive me for being so skippy with my updates. I have plans for sure. But I hope that this, shorter than normal, one shot will help. This chapter will be different than many of my previous ones and I hope it gets to be enjoyable. As always, make sure to check out the trigger warnings and please leave a comment somewhere in the chapter. 

I'm gonna be staring ti format my chapters a little differently. Not all but depending on how I feel they may look something like this:

[The Locker Room Hero: No ship, slight angst. Mostly fluff. Seizures, quirk-related seizures, panic attack.

Characters: Denki Kaminari and Yosetsu Awase.

Free Sample: Denki has always had problems after training. He blames his quirk. But nobody has ever been there to witness his troubles. And Nobody has ever stayed to help.]

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⚠️ This chapter contains a graphic-ish seizure, I haven't written one before tho. And a panic attack. Not all chapters will be formatted this way but this chapter is meant as angst with fluff, no ship.

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It had been a long day. Denki was blissfully thankful for Aizawa. They had training a few times a week. But every time he [Aizawa] allowed them, [the students] their Training, 20 minutes of free time; which most used to take a shower, lunch, and then early release. But those were also hints to "there might be a test today"

The schedule was written on the board for the first 15 minutes of class, left for long enough that students could take photos if they want and the late students still had the ability to see what was planned for that day. It happened at least twice a week, most often on Thursdays. Denki knew it was because Aizawa usually had more hero work halfway through the week. Thursday and Friday were too close to the weekend. The rest of his classmates thought Aizawa wanted to torture them with doing it almost always on Thursdays and then just do it on a Friday every once in a while. They never really knew.

Just like they never really knew what happened in the locker rooms. It was okay though. Really. And when it wasn't; he knew it would be eventually. His mind would fully return beyond colourful blurs and muffled noises. He would escape his classic whey mode. Maybe a little of something else would plague and possess his body momentarily. But he would be out of that cluttered with lockers and gross smells in no time and run to catch up with the others so they could laugh as Bakugou tried to beat knowledge into them by smacking the tops of their heads with a book.

He was sick of it. Just it's pattern. How he had gotten used to it so fast too. It was another day of training. A Monday this time. Ans that really took its toll. Nobody was ever happy with Monday trainings. Aizawa just very likely had no plans and wanted to get to sleep so he made room for training.

The training parts was actually over by now. Thank Kami. But he was so tired. Even through his gaze that was his whey mode. He could hear his friends laughing their heads off. Probably about something dumb he had done. Or his god awful whey mode.

Denki felt his head twitch back uncomformably. It was gonna kill his neck if this happened every time. His hands were next. He was sure of it. His neck flicked back and he felt it eyes roll back. His legs were giving out a little earlier than usual, but just as he thought, despite not seeing it, Denki's hands began to rattle towards his knees. He felt and heard his head back back against the locker as his body inched towards the ground.