ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ- MHA OC Project

The Exchange Students: Pothead in the Garden

A/N: hello!!! uh welcome to my little side project lol. This chapter features @TiredFlirt 's OC (Shirotomi Shirao) as well as mine: the shitshow that is Venira. 

There are all different kinds of pain a person could experience. A knotting stomachache, pounding headaches, throbbing heartaches from terrible breakups, sharp anguish from breaking a bone, stinging tears from breaking a promise-- Or, y'know, being electrocuted.

Unfortunately for Venira, he's experiencing quite a few different kinds of pain. One of which is, you guessed it, a headache. 

Oh, and being shot by a ball of electric energy.

His vision blurs, hearing going to mush as his knees weaken beneath him. He falls, but it feels like the ground is jumping up to smack him rather than his limbs crumbling on the dewy grass. His chest tightens, lungs constricting, as a small bit of blood oozing from the newly formed burn in his lower stomach, the semi-clumpy liquid seeping past Ven's trembling hand pressing over the wound. As you can imagine, it isn't the most pleasant feeling. 

(Add stomachache to the list of pain he was in.)

And logically, what Ven should be thinking is "How can I lessen the pain?" or "What can I do to make this injury less damaging?" We'd even accept "Who the fuck just shot me with a condensed ball of electricity?" as a correct answer. But of course, Ven is only semi-logical, the price he has to pay for being a bisexual disaster with memory loss. The only thought in his stupid head is, "damn, that person's hot. I have to get their number."

Referring to the person that literally zapped him because... YOLO, I guess.

So, he curls up on the ground, dirt and chlorophyll staining his legs as he tightens his muscles and forces himself upward. He manages to roll onto his knees, still clutching his electric burn with his right hand while holding himself up with his left. His curly, dark brown hair-- the parts that aren't stuffed into a pathetically short ponytail on the back of his neck-- is a frizzy mess of knots and tangles, matted to his sweaty forehead as he strangles out a few breaths. Bit by bit, Ven inches upward to a standing position, more dizzy than he'd ever been in his entire 16 years of life.

The person who stabbed him-- a tall guy with dark fluffy hair, the ends dyed white, wearing a big hoodie over a collared shirt-- staggers backward, eyes blown wide like he didn't just shoot a guy with his quirk. A guy who... now that he's looking more closely... is kinda cute... Ew, no, stop that, nasty brain! You just zapped them!

"I'm so sorry," the guy exclaims, bending down to help their victim up. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to--"

Ven blinks through the tears in his eyes, squinting with all his might to try and see more clearly. As the person and his dark chestnut brown eyes come into focus, Venira almost dies of a heart attack. "Holy shit," he mutters, "will you marry me?"

Immediately the person drops Ven, apathetically standing up and brushing the dark off their hands and knees before beginning to walk away.  

Venira groans, crumbling forward a bit. "Wait!" he gasps, struggling to stagger back to his feet. "You shot me with a ball of fucking lightning! The least you can do is help me to my feet, babe."

The boy sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "First off, don't call me that. It's weird. Second off, it wasn't lightning," he says softly, turning around to help Ven up. "It was my quirk, and I said I'm sorry. Something like that hasn't happened in years."

"Ah, so you have a history of zapping people," Venira teases. "Hot."

"No," they snap back. "It was only once, and it was also an accident. I just-- wait, what are you even doing out here? How'd you get onto the UA campus? It's half an hour past midnight."