Everyone in our class has to figure out how we are gonna be making stew. I sit on the bench, ignoring them as I continue reading my book.
The Prince sits the godess down on a log, tending to the wound on the goddesses cut on her cheek. She stares at him in awe. He's so gentle with her. He gently days the cheek with the peice of cloth he ripped off his shirt. Before looking into her eyes. Her eyes widen a little, before looking up. He chuckles, admiring her persistence, then holds her cheek, making her look down at him. Kaminari chuc-
Kaminari? What?
I hold my book to my chest. Trying to understand why I thought that. But quickly shake my head, before I continue to read. However I keep imagining the Prince to be kaminari?!!! I'm so confused.
"Y/n. Can u come here quick" I zone back in and turn to Kendo. I nod, then walk over.
"Why isn't it boiling?"
I look underneath at the stove.
"It is on low heat" I say as I turn it up.
"Oooh thanks" She smiles. He smiles at me, making me feel even more weird as the spar-
"You're welcyum. Come. Bye" then I walk away. Looking for my temporary room. I have snacks in my bag so I am not hungry.
I lay on my back, after finding my room. I can't seem to get the memory out of my head.
What the hell?
YOU ARE READING
Kaminari x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exchange student from Russia. You make it into the hero course. But only to class 1b. But that doesn't stop a little sparkplug from taking a strong interest in you. Do you reciprocate?
