Aham... PETER PAN?! Nah... DENKI?!!!!!! (Oneshot)

Aham... PETER PAN?! Nah.... DENKI?!

A/N: I always wanted to do something like a mix of a fairytale and a ship..... I was thinking for a while and working on this a year ago...... I decided to finish it on the way outside on the phone so it might not be good.... but I at least tried XD That's important, right?
Anyways, please enjoy!!!!

"Izuku's Window"

The night Denki Kaminari flew into my window, I knew things were going to change. He was loud, reckless, and impossibly confident—nothing like the calm life I knew here in Tokyo. He didn't even knock. Just barged in, spinning through the air with that wild grin.

"Wanna fly with me?" he asked, as if it were the most normal question in the world.

I blinked at him, standing there in my All Might pajamas, dumbstruck. "Uh... what?"

"Yeah, fly. Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it!" Denki—or should I say Peter Pan?—floated toward me, his eyes glinting with that mischievous spark he always had in class, but this time it was mixed with something else—something that told me my feet were going to leave the ground one way or another tonight.

 So, yeah, I had no idea what I was signing up for. But the thing is, when Denki grins at you like that, it's kinda hard to say no. And when I say "grins," I mean that Denki smile. The one where you know he's up to something, but you still want to be a part of it.

"You're coming with me to Neverland," he announced like it was a done deal, his feet hovering a few inches off the ground, buzzing with electricity. "I'll teach you how to fly. It's easy."

"Wait, Neverland? Like... the fairytale?" I asked, not entirely sure whether I was dreaming or if Denki had finally overloaded his brain with too much voltage.

Denki chuckled and pointed toward the open window. "Yeah, exactly like the fairytale, but way cooler. Trust me."

And that's how I found myself—Izuku Midoriya, completely normal by all standards—floating above Tokyo. Well, floating might be an exaggeration. I was clinging to Denki's arm, and he was doing most of the flying, but still... it was insane.

"Think happy thoughts!" Denki yelled as we soared higher, his hair lighting up with static electricity.

"Happy thoughts? Like what?" I shouted back, the wind whipping past my face.

Denki grinned again. "I dunno, whatever makes you smile. All Might, maybe? Victory? Candy? Just think light!"

And then I did it. I thought of the first thing that came to mind. I thought of what it would be like to fly on my own, to feel that freedom, to finally be weightless. And for just a second, my feet lifted off, and I was flying beside him. "I—I'm doing it!" I shouted, my heart racing with excitement.

Denki flashed me a wink. "Told ya, Izuku. You can fly."

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So that's how we ended up in Neverland. Not exactly what I expected, but pretty close. Neverland is wild—like the ultimate playground. Everything's colorful, and the sky is bigger than it is anywhere else. And the Lost Boys? They're even crazier than Denki.

Sero, Kirishima, Bakugo, and Mina were all waiting when we arrived. They were lounging in hammocks tied between trees, laughing and throwing what looked like rocks at each other when Denki dropped us in.

"Oi, Peter! You're back!" Kirishima called, waving excitedly. He had his signature shark-tooth grin and that unbreakable energy. "Who's this?"

"This," Denki announced, pulling me to my feet, "is Izuku Midoriya. He's gonna hang out with us for a while. Be nice."