Drip.
Indescribable whispers.
Drip.
Indescribable whispers.
Drip.
What is that sound? Dripping water? And those whispers—indescribable, eerie. Who’s speaking? To whom?
Denki opened his golden eyes.
Darkness.
A greyish fog curled around him, thick and suffocating.
Where am I?
This wasn’t U.A.
He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Cold, wet grass squelched beneath his feet as he began to walk, shivering with each step.
A lake appeared—crystal clear, unnaturally still.
Denki leaned closer. His tired reflection stared back at him, hollow-eyed and confused.
He turned his head, scanning the fog. That’s when he saw it.
A distorted, hooded figure floated above the lake, its back turned to him.
Denki called out, voice uncertain. “Um… where am I? Mister?”
The wind howled past him, sharp and piercing. The whispers grew louder, curling around his ears like icy breath. The air turned frigid.
Denki rubbed his arms, trying to warm himself. “Who are you? Is this some kind of prank? Because it’s not funny anymore!”
Then came the scream.
A chilling, distorted voice echoed from the distance, making his blood run cold.
“NO NO NO NO!”
“Close your eyes! Don’t look at IT!”
The hooded figure—at least nine feet tall—began to turn toward him, slowly, menacingly.
Denki’s body froze. Fear gripped him like chains.
Suddenly, a fire burst around the lake. The once-clear water turned a deep, bloody red. Skeletons emerged from the depths, their hollow eyes staring up at him.
A shrill scream tore through the air. The stench of blood and decay slammed into Denki’s nose.
Panicked, he dug his nails into his palms, desperate to wake up from this hellish nightmare.
His vision blurred. Darkness swallowed everything.
....
Denki jolted awake in the familiar U.A. infirmary, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.
He was panting, trembling. His heart thundered in his chest, refusing to calm.
A gentle, gloved hand rested on his shoulder.
Blinking through tears, Denki saw the freckled, worried face of his friend—
Midoriya, dressed in his hero costume.
Is it morning again? Another day?
Midoriya said something, but Denki couldn’t hear it over the pounding in his ears.
He didn’t want to be alone.
“D-Don’t leave me,” Denki whispered hoarsely, reaching out. He wrapped his arms around Midoriya’s neck, clinging to him.
He buried his face in Midoriya’s chest, letting the rhythmic beat of his friend’s heart soothe him—pulling him back from the nightmare, from the edge.
Midoriya’s warm hand gently carded through Denki’s hair, the other rubbing slow circles on his back.
Denki smiled faintly into the crook of Midoriya’s neck as fresh tears fell. Sleep reclaimed him, soft and heavy.
He held onto Midoriya like a lifeline.
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This time I will protect them I won't be a coward
FanfictionDuring the final war arc Kaminari Denki gets hit in the head and wakes up in his 14 year old body two months before his UA entrance exam and vows to protect his friends by supporting them as a side character from the side lines but he does not real...
