Electric Love {Kaminari Denki x Reader}

Chapter Eighteen: Guitar Practice

Two weeks have gone by since we started preparing for the school festival. I've been working hard with the rest of the effects team to come up with some ideas on how to use our quirks and such for the performance.

Right now, I'm currently sitting in Kaminaris's bedroom, helping him practice the song the band is playing. He's been having issues with a couple of the chords, so I've been showing him the correct finger positions using my own guitar. Which only helps so much.

"You want to press your pointer finger like so." I show him by placing my finger on my guitar. Kaminari places his finger in the same spot on his own guitar. "Perfect! Now you place your middle finger, like so." I watch in amusement when he places his finger to the side a little too far. "Here. Let's try this instead."

Kaminari tilts his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I set my guitar on the floor, the neck resting against the side of the bed. I readjust my position, so I'm sitting closer to Kaminari. Instead of sitting in front of him, I'm now sitting right next to him pressed against his side. I wrap one hand around his, helping him place his fingers in the correct places. "There. Now give it a strum." He doesn't move for a few seconds, making me glance up to see his face is a deep pink color. "Hey, you okay? Your face is kinda red."

"Yea, yeah! You're just a, just a little closer than usual," he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, trying to play off the nervous stutter.

I chuckle softly at that. I can't help the opportunity to tease the blond a little. "The boy who flirts with every girl alive is nervous being this close to one?"

"Only when it's you."

"Huh?" I blink once. Then twice. Is he just flirting because he's a flirt? Or does he actually mean that? There's no way Kaminari could actually like me. He could get any girl.

'He's so sweet, and handsome, and funny, and...' My face flushes at the thoughts that just entered my brain. 'Fuck. I need to stop thinking about him like that!'

Kaminari moves his free hand from his neck to cup my cheek. My hand that is holding his hand on his guitar stiffens slightly, and my eyes widen.

'Holy shit. What's happening?'

"I've been trying to hold my feelings back since I know Kirishima likes you..."

I cut him off with a scoff. "No, he doesn't. Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Yeah. He totally does."

A small frown crosses my lips. I've pretty much gotten over Kirishima, but thinking about how he rejected me still hurts. Without thinking, I blurt out. "I kissed him, and he told me he only sees me as a sister. How does that translate to 'I like you'?"

My free hand slaps over my mouth. Shit. I didn't mean to say that out loud. It took so much convincing from Mina and Ochako to get me to spill, yet I said it so easily to Kaminari.

Kaminaris eyes widen at the news. "You kissed him?"

I nod once, not trusting my voice.

"And he rejected you?"

I nod once more.

"How long ago was this?"

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Two months," I whisper.

My palms start to get sweaty, just now realizing how close he is to me. When did he get so close to me?

A flash of hope mixed with excitement swirls through Kaminaris eyes. "Do you still like him?"