U.A's Lightning Shield: Kaminari Denki

Caught in the Crossfire

The sky crackled, electricity still fizzling out from Kaminari's skin, casting a faint glow on the darkened beach. His breath was heavy, his muscles ached from the earlier clash, and the air smelled of burnt ozone.

Raindrops splattered down, mingling with the remnants of electricity that danced along the ground, like faint blue veins pulsing with leftover energy. The storm had just begun, a fitting backdrop for the escape that was now in motion.

He turned to Toga, her hair fading back to its usual pale colour, the red and white hues that had borrowed Shoto's Quirk dissipating like mist under the rainfall.
They didn't have much time. The League would notice Toga's absence soon, and if his classmates realised what was happening, they wouldn't let them slip away without a fight.

He could already picture his friends regrouping, worry and determination on their faces, while Bakugo cursed up a storm and Midoriya tried to piece together Kaminari's intentions. They needed to move quickly, or this escape would be over before it began.

"We need to go. Now," Kaminari said, his voice a little hoarse from the shouting of the battle, but steely with purpose. He felt Dianmu, the ancient entity who had merged with his Quirk, lurking in the recesses of his mind, her voice like a steady hum beneath the chaos. She was a calm yet powerful presence, a whisper of lightning that fueled his resolve, but for now, he kept her in check. He was in control. For now.

Toga's playful grin flashed through the drizzle, her lips curling mischievously as she flicked a wet strand of hair from her face. "Lead the way, Sparky," she teased, her voice a honeyed purr amidst the pattering rain. "But we better hurry if we don't want the others to catch up. That wouldn't be fun." There was a hint of delight in her eyes, the thrill of the escape sparkling within their depths, but Kaminari couldn't share in her excitement. Not when the stakes were this high.

The 'princess' followed suit, her footsteps barely audible over the crashing waves, Kaminari sprinted across the wet sand toward the small beach house nestled near the dunes.

The cold rain poured down in heavy sheets, drenching him to the bone, but he pushed forward, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Reaching the house, he threw open the door, his gaze immediately landing on the children, Eri, Kota, Mahoro, and Katsuma who were huddled together in the dimly lit room, their small forms dwarfed by the oversized bags slung over their shoulders, he could see the confusion and fear etched across their faces.

Eri's wide, crimson eyes met his own, her tiny fingers gripping his sleeve with a silent plea for reassurance. Her wet hair clung to her forehead, and she shivered slightly as the cold rain soaked through her clothes. Kneeling down, Kaminari placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice soft despite the urgency burning in his chest.

"I've got you," he murmured, his tone steady as he glanced over at Kota, Mahoro and Katsuma, who were clinging to each other. "All of you." He could feel the weight of their trust settling on his shoulders, heavy like the rain that soaked through his uniform, and the knot in his stomach tightened. Protecting them had to come first, even if it meant running from everything he knew.

Their ragtag group moved quickly through the empty streets, the rain falling in heavier sheets that obscured the streetlights, turning their glow into a hazy blur.

The air was cold, and Kaminari could hear the slap of his footsteps echoing off the wet pavement as he hurried the children along, his heart racing. Every gust of wind sent a shiver up his spine, reminding him how exposed they were. He had to get them to safety.

Drawing closer to the port, the smell of saltwater and diesel mixed with the dampness of the city, and Kaminari's pulse quickened at the sight of the ship up ahead - a passenger vessel bound for Fuzhou, its lights glinting dimly in the dark.