MHA Sickfics

023⭐️🌈Focusing Sparks🌈(Serokami?)

Requested by: @Auri143Moon

Caretaker: Sero, Aizawa
Sick: Denki

An: i tried my best... i think it didn't ended up the way you wanted it lol, i had like fr no idea how to put the kami x sero thing in hehe
(ADHD Denki!, not really a sickfic!)

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The classroom hummed with the familiar buzz of students, pencils scratching against paper, and the occasional rustle of notes being shuffled. Denki Kaminari sat at his desk, staring blankly at the essay prompt on the board, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts darting in every direction.

"Write an essay on the historical significance of quirks in modern society," the teacher's voice echoed in the room.

Denki tapped his pen against the desk, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. But every time he attempted to concentrate, his mind veered off course like a ship in a storm. Frustration gnawed at him, his fingers twitching with restless energy.

With a sigh, Denki slipped his fingers beneath the cuff of his uniform sleeve, activating his quirk. A surge of electricity pulsed through his body, momentarily clearing the fog in his mind. But as quickly as the clarity came, it faded, leaving him even more agitated than before.

Sero, seated beside him, glanced over, concern evident in his eyes. He noticed Denki's repeated tapping and the subtle crackle of electricity dancing along his fingertips.

"You good?" Sero whispered, nudging Denki's shoulder gently.

Denki forced a tight-lipped smile, his gaze darting around the room. "Yeah, just... struggling to focus."

Sero furrowed his brow, but before he could respond, Aizawa, the homeroom teacher, caught sight of Denki's fidgeting. With a knowing expression, he made his way over to Denki's desk, his footsteps muffled against the classroom floor.

"Denki, do you need to take a break?" Aizawa asked quietly, his voice carrying a rare note of concern.

Denki hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Aizawa knew about his ADHD, understood the struggles he faced in a classroom setting. With a nod, Denki stood, his movements stiff with tension, and silently made his way to the door.

As he stepped into the corridor, the cool air washing over him like a balm, Denki slumped against the wall, his chest tight with pent-up frustration. He closed his eyes, willing his racing thoughts to slow, to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and Denki's breathing gradually steadied. It was then that he felt a presence beside him, the warmth of another body close at hand.

Opening his eyes, Denki met Sero's concerned gaze, the worry etched into the lines of his friend's face. Without a word, Sero leaned against the wall beside him, offering silent support.

Together, they stood in the quiet corridor, the sounds of the classroom muted behind closed doors. And as the minutes ticked by, Denki felt a sense of calm settle over him, a reminder that even in the midst of struggle, he was never alone.