Criminal Charges- Thief! Denki x Fem! Reader

A Death Sentence

"Denki Kaminari, you are hereby sentenced to death. Your execution date is set for exactly 3 months from now when King Enji returns from his duties in the Eastern Kingdoms." The judge leans down over his pedestal, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, "He wishes to see you executed personally."

Denki's eyes widen only for a moment before a depleted chuckle shakes his chest. He lowers his gaze from the judge, facing straight ahead of him. "Take him to his holding cell! Court is adjourned!" The loud thwack of the gavel makes Denki flinch, a death sentence...huh??

He was roughly escorted into the depths of the castle, the guards keeping a tight hold on his shackles as they guided him lower and lower. When they finally arrive at the dungeon they toss Denki into the cell, flashing him a twisted grin before taking their leave. He sits dejected on the stone floor, hands still shackled behind his back. 3 months. 

3 months was all he had left and he was going to spend it here. On a floor, covered in rat shit, eating rotten cabbage and stale bread. Wonderful. What a luxurious life he had in store. 

Denki sighed and leaned his head against the cold wall, it felt empty...desolate. 

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You were stood at the end of the line up today, waiting to be assigned your newest duty. 

This was the worst. 

Hearing all of the other guards snickering and reveling in their place of the corruption. They're happy to patrol the poorest districts, to arrest anyone stealing a loaf of bread to feed their family or kick someone down the steps into a cold damp cell.

You hated it.

You hated it here. You hated all of them. You hated king Todoroki. But most of all...you hated yourself. You hated yourself for not doing anything about it, too scared to be on the receiving end of their misdeeds yourself. It was disgusting.

"And you...you get to guard Denki Kaminari for the next 3 months before his execution date. Night shift."

The head guard then put away his pocket notebook and dismissed everyone, running off to do something heinous of his own. 

This wasn't the first time you have had to guard a prisoner set to be executed. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. It's considered grunt work, something to torture rookies or as a punishment. You supposed the head guard just couldn't handle you rejecting him at the tavern a few weeks ago. 

Oh well. 

It looks like the next three months would be incredulously boring.

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As the sun sets, you find your way towards the dungeons, looking for the execution cells. On your walk there, many gaunt faces gaze at you silently as you walk by. The sounds of your steel armor pieces clanking against each other echoed against the stone walls. You had decided to forego your helmet, the restricted airflow and damp atmosphere of the dungeons didn't mesh well. 

Finally you reach the end of the corridor, you grab your keys and unlock the solid mahogany door, making sure to close it behind you as you enter. A row of iron bars cuts the small area in half, the cell taking up the left side of the room, The right side is equipped with a small wooden bench...and nothing else. 

You sit down on the wooden bench silently, finally taking a moment to look at who you were going to be guarding for the next few months. 

He had bright yellow hair with a black streak cutting across his bangs, it was like nothing you had ever seen before. He had golden brown eyes, though they looked soulless at the moment, staring numbly at the wall. He was wearing a basic white flowy long sleeve shirt and brown linen pants, both were a little baggy on him. 

You thought about speaking to him for a moment before biting your tongue. No. No emotions. No connections. It would only make the inevitable worse. You opted to relax a little and lean against the wall behind you, still keeping your eyes trained on the man in the cell. It was like he hadn't even noticed your arrival.

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After an hour of debilitating silence, someone knocked on the door. You almost jumped at the noise. You stand up and open the small slot built into the door. A plate piled high with wilted cabbage and stale bread was passed through. You grimaced at the sour smell. 

You placed the plate onto the ground and pushed it through the meal slot to...Denki? Was that his name?

"Your meal is here...eat up"

You opted to sit on the floor against the bench instead of on it, hoping that it would be more comfortable. Denki still just sat staring at the wall for a few moments before he let out a deep breath, finally looking away. When he made eye contact with you he froze completely, it looked like he was turned to stone. You could hear his breath get caught in his throat. 

He still hadn't said anything yet, eventually he looked away towards the food on the floor. You had to hold back your sympathies when you saw his face drop. 

"I don't even get a fork?"

His words strike you, this is the first time he had spoken. 

"No, I'm afraid not."

He lets out another empty sigh and leans against the wall of his cell, facing you and grabbing the plate. He breaks off a piece of the bread and scoops up some cabbage with it, when the food hit his tongue you could tell he was holding back a gag. You felt sorry for him, knowing he'd have to go through eating that every night until his death. It was rough.

He glances at you occasionally between bites, you can't tell whether he is trying to size you up or is genuinely just observing you. There's some strange emotion behind his gaze...

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Here he was, still in a cell covered in rat shit and eating rotten cabbage and stale bread.

But, sitting across from him was the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid his eyes on.